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homeofthelonelywriter · 7 years ago

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Can I keep you? - Halloween Special

(A/N) I know that I said taht the series was over, but I couldn’t resist! I’m sorry! <3

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: slight smut

Summary: Imagine being Tony’s adoptive daughter no one knows about because you’re studying abroad. One day you come home without saying a word and all the Avengers are confused by your appearance and especially Loki being quite smitten by you. The Avengers, especially Natasha being very protective of you when they notice the tricksters’ interest in you. You on the other side, being the curious girl you always were, wanted to know more about the mysterious guy and the world he comes from.

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Ending no. 1 - sad

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“Frigga, stop teasing your brother!” I was sitting in the passenger seat and looked back, at my children. The older sister was constantly teasing her younger brother, Anthony, causing him to complain and cry. But she didn’t stop, even when I told her to. “Frigga, if you don’t stop with this right now, Santa will put you on the naughty list and you won’t get any presents.” Loki was driving and he slightly slowed down, while he was scolding his daughter. She immediately stopped and turned her attention to the scenery outside, causing Anthony to calm down.

I sighed in relieve and looked at my husband. “Thank you.” He smiled, still looking at the road and grabbed my hand. He continued to hold it for the rest of the ride, and as the kids fell asleep, I even managed to get a few minutes of rest. I was only awoken by my children who were shouting for me to wake up. Loki was standing outside the car, and after rubbing my eyes, I finally noticed that we arrived at the Avenger Tower.

I took the hand Loki offered me and he pulled me out of the car. I was about to walk to the trunk, to get our luggage, but Loki held me back. “I’ll take care of that later, let’s just go upstairs for now.” I nodded and yawned, letting him lead me to the elevator. The kids were already waiting, talking to my dad’s AI, Friday.

The door to the elevator opened and we got inside. Immediately, the doors closed and we began to ascent to one of the top floors. We were welcomed by my dad and mom. They hugged the kids and us and led us to the living room, where the rest of the team was waiting.

Peter, was playing with Ed, my little brother. Nat and Bruce were sitting at the dinner table, trying to teach Pipa, the Russian girl they adopted, how to write her name, even if it wasn’t crowned with a lot of success. Frigga immediately ran to them and climbed onto the chair beside Pipa. Steve was talking to Bucky and Clint, while Clint’s wife was sitting on the couch talking to Wanda and Vision, who were holding hands. I knew that some others were coming later, but to be honest, there were already so many people here, it was almost claustrophobic. But one of the most important was missing. Thor – oh, there he was. “Brother! Y/N!” His voice was booming through the whole living room, as he jogged towards us. He gave me a bone crushing hug and patted his brother on the shoulder. “It’s good to see you, Thor.” I smiled at him. “Uncle Thor!” Anthony ran to his uncle and jumped into his arms. Thor raised the boy over his head and they started to play. Thor winked at me and I nodded, thankfully. I then grabbed Loki’s hand and pulled him back to elevator. “Let’s get the luggage to our room.” He nodded and we took the elevator down. Frigga was still with Pipa and Anthony was save with Thor. The first time in forever that I didn’t have to look after the two.

While we waited for the doors to open, Loki turned me towards him and pressed me against the elevator wall. In milliseconds, his lips were on mine, fighting for dominance. My hands wandered to his hair, where they gently tugged. This made him moan and I used it to connect our tongues. His hands were gripping my waist tightly, before they started to wander down. First to my ass, and then to the back of my thighs. He grabbed them and I jumped, wrapping my legs around his waist.

“Let’s make a baby.” He was out of breath and his voice was probably the most seductive thing I’ve ever heard. But not seductive enough. “No.” I pulled away and looked at my husband. “We already have two and that’s enough.” Loki chuckled and dived into my neck, placing wet, open mouthed kisses everywhere. “I mean it Loki!” He pulled away and smirked at me. “Mhmm, I know you do.” He quickly pecked my lips, before he let me down again. That was the end of our make out session.

“Right, did you pack the sweets?” I turned to him and raised an eyebrow. “Of course!” “And the costumes?” He nodded and pulled me close. “Don’t worry. We have everything we need right here.” I nodded and pecked his cheek. “Thanks babe.” He rolled his eyes, but laughed.

The elevator finally stopped and we quickly got the luggage and brought it to my old room. Everything was still the same, as if I had never left. I smiled at the memory of Loki helping me with it. It was the first thing we did together. I quickly unpacked the clothes and put everything in it’s place. In the meantime, Loki got the kids, so I could put them in their costumes. Frigga dressed up as an Asgardian goddess, while Anthony wanted to be a scarecrow. Frigga was finished quite quickly, but the make up for Anthony took a bit longer. Thanks to Loki, who had let me practice on his face, I was done after five minutes. “Perfect. I’ll bring you upstairs.” I took my children by their hands and led them upstairs, where Pipa and Ed where already dressed up. Pipa was a Ninja and Ed was a cute little ghost. Pepper volunteered to take care of the kids until everyone else was ready, so I left them with her.

Downstairs, Loki was already finished with his costume. After years of begging I finally managed to get him to dress up as a witch. He wasn’t amused, but still grinned at me, when I walked out. To make up for his costume I wanted to surprise him, and apparently, I did. I walked out of the bathroom, dressed as a female Loki. Complete from the helmet to the leather boots. He licked his lips, his eyes were blown with lust. Walking towards me, he quickly grabbed my waist and pulled me closer. “I love you.” I didn’t even have time to giggle, before he was kissing me again. Turning us around, he began to walk me backwards toward the big bed. “Loki…” He ignored me and sealed my mouth with another kiss. “Loki!” He pulled away and pouted. “You can’t put something like that on and then tell me that I can’t fuck you.” I chuckled at his words and put my arms around his neck. “Maybe you can. But later.” I pecked his lips and walked out of the door. I could hear him sigh, before he followed me. He had to take the pointed hat off when he walked through the doors, making me giggle.

When we entered the living room again, Thor’s laugh echoed through the whole room. “I always told you, you are a witch!” He leaned back, still laughing and pointed at Loki. The others chuckled at Thor’s reaction. Loki was about to turn back, but I grabbed his hand and pulled him further inside. “Mommy! Daddy!” Our kids ran towards us and hugged us. I picked Anthony up, while Loki bounced Frigga on his waist. She giggled, before she leaned down and kissed her father’s cheek. “You are the most beautiful witch I know.” “Better than Sabrina?” Frigga eagerly nodded, making Loki chuckle. “Thanks dear, that’s very nice of you.” He quickly pecked her lips, before he let her down again.

The other adults had also dressed up. Tony and Pepper were dressed as salt and pepper, with Tony being the pepper and Pepper being the salt. Bruce was dressed as Superman, while Nat looked like a scientist. Thor wore a devil costume, while Clint looked like a hawk. Peter was dressed as a spider and kept running from Clint, who was chasing him, acting as if he wanted to eat the poor boy.

Wanda and Vision dressed up as skeletons. Bucky looked like a Zombie and Steve was dressed as the American flag. I laughed at the different costumes.

Then, Tony clapped and announced that the adults should go to the stations and that the other kids would soon be here. And he was right. Since Loki and I were going to cook with my mom, we waited by the elevator to welcome the kids that were invited. Their parents tagged along, and soon it was super crowded in the living room. Thankfully, the different stations were all over the tower.

The kids could watch crazy scientist develop new drinks or they could get their faces painted. At another station, they could bob for apples and eat them. Stations like these were everywhere and soon, everyone was busy. But they were also laughing. I smiled while I watched my kids throw cakes at their grandfather, but I soon had to help my mom and Loki again.

While the kids were playing, we took care of all the scary food. Fingers with nails and fresh blood, poisoned apples, eyeballs and maggots with bacon were all ready within a few hours. Just in time for all the children to arrive. Tired and hungry, they came into the kitchen and got their food, before they sat down in front of the giant screen and watched ‘A Nightmare before Christmas’. While they were busy, we started to clean up. The men took care of the heavy stuff, while the women were taking care of all the things that needed to be washed and put away.

“That was so much fun.” Nat was grinning from ear to ear, while she was drying a pot. “It sure was. I hope we’ll do this again.” I stood on my tiptoes, trying to reach one of the highest shelves to put a bowl away, but I was just a millimetre to tiny. “Let me.” Loki suddenly was behind me and took the bowl from my hands. He put it away, before he turned me around and put me on the kitchen counter. “Are you finished?” He nodded and smiled at me. “Perfect! Grab some food if you want to.” He nodded again and quickly pecked my lips, before he got himself a plate and filled it with maggots and fingers. He then walked to the living room and sat down with our kids. My mom smiled at me.

“Are you happy?” “Very.” She smiled again and pulled me into a hug. “I love you.” “I love you too, mom.” She pecked my cheek, before she shooed me and the others out of the kitchen and told us to enjoy the movie. After some arguing, we left and I sat down beside Loki. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me close. “Your parents will take the kids tonight.” I looked at him and rolled my eyes, while chuckling. “You’re the worst.” “And you love me.” I nodded and leaned closer to him. “I sure do.” I pecked his lips, before I turned back to the screen. His lips pressed against the top of my head, making me smile.

After the movie was finished, the other kids left. My parents even prepared a gift bag for every single one, filled with sweets. Loki and I took our kids back to our room, where we changed their clothes and got them ready for bed. They were tired but smiling the whole time. They had a lot of fun this night. We brought them to my parents, where they joined Ed in his room. “Good night, you two!” We wished Tony and Pepper a good night, before we walked back to our own bedroom. Loki had changed, but I was still wearing my costume.

As we entered our room, I closed the door behind us and leaned against it. Loki didn’t notice and kept walking to the bed. Only when he turned around to look at me, did he notice that I was still by the door. “What-?” Before he could say anymore, I reached up and started to unbutton my costume. The jacket, I was wearing was just hiding my real costume. Green and gold lingerie hugged my body in all the right places. My legs were covered in fishnets and the boots reached up to my knees. I could see Loki swallow hard as I started to walk towards him. I grinned at him seductively and shoved him, making him fall onto the bed. I immediately followed and straddled him. His hands reached up, to grab my waist but I grabbed them and put them back onto the bed. Then, I leaned down. “Today, we’ll play with my rules.” I straightened again and grinned at him. “First, no touching, unless I allow it.” My hands travelled down his chest, until they reached the hem of his shirt. I then pulled it up and over his head. “Second, you have to do everything I say.” Loki swallowed, which made me smirk. It was the first time that I managed to get under his skin like that. “Third, no cumming until I say so.” His breath was heavy and I could already feel his hard on, rubbing against my thigh.

I slowly started to move against him, watching him moan at the feeling. His hands were grabbing the bedsheet, trying not to touch me. I grinned at the effect I had on him. Slowly, I started to crawl down, until I was kneeling between his legs. I grabbed the hem of his shorts and started to pull it down, freeing his member. I bit my lower lip as I watched the precum glisten on the top. I grabbed Loki’s cock and he threw his head back, making me chuckle. I then, leaned forward and licked the precum off the tip, making him arch his back. He moaned loudly and his knuckles were turning white from the force he used to hold on to the sheets. Grinning, I decided to stop the teasing…for now.

I took him in my mouth and started to bob my head up and down, switching the pace from time to time. When I felt that he was close to cumming, I let go of him and stood up. “W-What are you doing?” He stared at me wide eyed. “Why? What do you want?” I crawled on top of him again and licked my lips. “Tell me. What do you want me to do?” He released a breath and grunted. “Fuck me...” I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep myself from grinning at him. Instead I tilted my head and frowned at him. “What? I couldn’t hear you.” “Fuck me!” He roared, still breathing heavy. I grinned. “With pleasure.”

I stood up again and took my costume off. I made sure that he could see every little detail perfectly. “You’re killing me.” I smiled at him, while I straddled him again. “But you love it.” I hovered over the top of his cock, slightly grazing it from time to time. “Please...please...!” I let myself sink down on it, moaning at the feeling of being completely filled. Loki’s hands automatically went to my waist. I shot him a glare, but quickly nodded. “Keep them there.” Loki nodded.

I rose up until only the tip of him was inside of me, then I let myself sink again. I repeated this, until I found the right rhythm. Loki helped me to ride him and I knew that he enjoyed by the way his grip on me tightened with every movement I made. But apparently I was still way to slow. Grunting, Loki sat up, and wrapped his arms around me. He quickly flipped us over, making me lay beneath him. Without missing a beat, he started to thrust inside me. He set such a quick speed, that I didn’t even try to keep up with it. Within seconds, he had me writhing beneath him, begging him for release. And he gave me just that. His hands wandered between our bodies and he started to rub my clit, causing me to scream out in pleasure.

I threw my head back, moaning and yelling in pure bliss. Loki was still above me and grunted as he, himself came deep within me.

After we’d calmed down, Loki pulled me close to him. “That was a great surprise.” He pressed his lips against mine, and I eagerly responded. But way too soon, we had to pull away to breath again. I pressed my forehead against his and smiled.

“Happy Halloween.”

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1833outboy · 7 years ago

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From the fanfic asks: 36, 45, 50

36) Can you give us a spoiler for one of your WIP’s?

hmm, have the first two paragraphs of my merry little peterick:

The worst part about being in love with your roommate-slash-bestfriend,Pete has learnt, is having something so, soclose to perfect, but with that one small, hollow, aching hole gaping in the middle of the entire goddamn thing. He should count himself lucky, really. There’s a pure domestic kindof bliss to live in close quarters with somebody you love that you also see everyday, somebody you’re familiar enough with to hug, to lay your head on the lapof, to sit too close to, to tease, to nag, to berate, to make laugh.

But that’s where it ends. Pete can’t collapse onto the sofaagainst Patrick after a long day and expect much more than gentle brushing ofrough guitar string smelling hands against his messy black hair. He can’t pullfull lips against his own by the collar of Patrick’s Bowie shirt; he can’twhisper terrible things at the lobe of his ear or expect the hand curling throughhis hair to move to the button of his jeans.

45) What spurs you on during the writing process?

i... don’t know tbh, i’ve always struggled with motivation. maybe trying to shut everything else off and playing some music that can mostly blend into the background.

50) If you could write only angst, fluff or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why?

...probably angst tbh. i’m awful, it’s often just where my writing goes. i’d have to add a bit fluff in though and (usually) a happy ending! if i couldn’t do that... i guess fluff, or i might go a bit insane. i like reading smut but i’ve never been good at writing it, so.

thanks for asking!

( ask me fanfiction writing asks! )

#answers #glitterandrocketfuel #meme

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just-folie-a-deux-it · 7 years ago

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Can I get some Joncer being all smug during pretty odd era because everyone’s always shipping and talking about Ryden but no one suspects that they’re dating and Ryan and Brendon hate them both for it-🗝

I love that I have become not only a ryden blog, but now some peterick and joncer and yess????? bring me all of this????? I love ittttt

Ryden is the popular ship because Brendon and Ryan can’t keep their mcfreakin’ hands off of each other so on stage their always doing their gay shit and everyone is like “aaahhh!!!!!! ryden!!!!!! who tops?!?” but Spencer and Jon are civilized people (as Spencer constantly tells Ryan, who threatens to give him a charley horse) so they don’t have to always be touching each other therefor people don’t suspect them of dating. Jon teases them lightly about it and Brendon doesn’t much mind, but Spencer is constantly making fun of them and will send them ryden fanfic and post pictures of them together (not even really doing anything couple-y) and tag it as #ryden or something of the sort and ofc fans go crazy and Ryan just wishes people cared at least half as much about ‘joncer’ as much as they did fucking ryden cuz then maybe he’d get some peace and quiet and Spencer would quit calling them “the new Brangelina”.

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coffeesforfuckers · 8 years ago

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I’m Sorry Every Song’s About You // Peterick

Pairing: Peterick Summary: Pete Wentz is too in love with Patrick Stump to actually say the words out loud so he just spills his guts into albums (Eight to be exact). But there's always one special song in an album that is in no way subtle in saying "I am in love with the tiny not-so-punk-man singing this song" But for a brilliant man, Patrick Stump sure is a motherfucking oblivious idiot. Word Count: 3,792

I’m sorry every songs about you.

Those words echoed in my mind, it was something Patrick never knew. Seven completed albums with songs all about him, soon it would be eight. The Fourth Of July was the most important song to me, and the date was my least favorite.

This song spilled my heart out into a crappy song. It was just like Death Valley and the one ‘special’ song from each album. Each special song wasn’t just my feeling spilling over onto a paper, they’re the story of the most important moments with him.

Let me start from the beginning.

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It all started when Patrick asked me to join the band all the way back in the summer of 2000. He said that my writings would be put to good use, and that’s when ‘ Pretty in Punk’ was brought to life.

So many kids but I only see you.

And I don't think you notice me...

That lyric was from when I first noticed Patrick when we were in Freshman year of high school. He was in some band as the drummer at the time and I was in some screamo band, obviously I was the lead.

He watched me get off the stage and the first thing I knew is he was thinking I was a prick, saying to his friend who was the singer in the band, "He stands alone because he's high on himself.”

His words were harsh and I definitely overheard them as he got on the stage.

I stood alone because I had nobody to stand next to, I mean I wasn’t the most well liked human around obviously. I was in a screamo band that played in the same old shitty basement of the same old shitty sports bar every week but I mean, he was always here with his band and he that meant he couldn’t be any better.

(Of course I’m wrong, little did I know at the time, the tiny man could play any instrument and speak any language you threw at him with his beautiful fucking face, and he also had that perfect singing voice and lungs of steel on top of it all. He was a fucking catch.)

It was July Fourth when he approached me with his proposition.

“Hey, screamo guy, Wentz is it?” He steps up to me, trying to be taller than he was. He may’ve had longer legs than me but I was still taller.

“Pete Wentz.” I say and he nods.

“Patrick Stump.” He replies. I knew that because I had not ‘ stalked’ per-say but I did my research.

“Yeah, what’s up?” I question, looking down ever-so-slightly at him.

“You play anything?”

“Like sports?” What kind of question was that?

“No dipshit, instruments. Do I look like I’d be asking about fucking sports. ” Man he was really hot. I was a slut for him.

Not really but you get it.

“Yeah, bass, guitar, little bit of piano.” I shrug, “Why?”

“You want to join my band? I need a bassist.” He says blatantly. This is the type of dream I’d been waiting for.

“Yeah! Of course! Sure.” I nod frantically, “I also write music and stuff a lot if you needed any songs.”

“Songs…? Oh! Yeah! Songs, we need lots. Like an album worth.” He nods, “Maybe you can put your writings to good use and make the songs, I’ll make the melodies.”

“Okay. Sounds good to me.”

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My anxiety liked to rear it’s ugly head at the worst of times. Like the time we were getting ready for our first ever gig. I could just about vomit.

Patrick plucks at his guitar strings, not a care in the world. We weren’t close, not nearly as close as I’d hoped even after three years had passed.

“Would-... Would you mind if I sat next to you?” I speak and he looks up at me with those big blue eyes.

“I don’t mind, go ahead.” He smiles and all my worry seems to fade.

Would you mind if I sat next to you and watched you smile?

And the song was made with that lyric, it’s all I needed. Pretty in Punk. The small blue-eyed man in some stupid clothes, playing music much too heavy for his personality, the first song written for my pretty boy dressed in punk.

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Patrick was my saving grace by the end of Senior year. Everybody around here sucked. (Other than Joe and Andy, of course).

I was living off of his happiness.

You were the last good thing about this part of town.

That lyric had come and gone through my head in multiple varying ways, most too advanced or too bland. That was perfect, simple, straight to the point and not as painfully obvious as some of the other ideas I’d had.

My phone rings at three in the morning, that had been happening more often than I pleased. Always Patrick crying over the same boy.

“Pete!” He wales into the phone.

“What happened this time, boo?” I mumble half-asleep into the receiver.

“He- He said… He said that he didn’t l-... Love me! He called me a slut!” He bawls and I huff, it hurt to hear it, “He asked why I couldn’t just be- be… Happy with what-... What he already g-... Gives me!”

“Awe, Pat…” I sigh, “You need to break-up with him… He’s like poison to you, if you don’t give him up, you’ll wind up dead…” I hated listening to him cry, I just love him.

“No! I need him!” He hiccups, “I love him, Pete.” Ouch…

You need him.

I could be him…

I’m not even the slightest bit subtle.

But he’ll never catch on.

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It’s the summer of 2005, July Fourth to be exact, and I’m standing outside of the hotel we’d been staying in and Patrick is stood on the edge of the balcony in his room.

“What are you doing!? Get down! You’re going to fall!” I shout up to him.

“Good! I hope I do!” He calls.

“What the fuck are you talking about!?”

“I’m just the man on the balcony!” He sings, “Nobody will ever remember me!” He’s crying. I knew he’d been a bit off lately but not to the extent of suicide.

“Patrick! Just step back into the room! I’ll be up soon, just please! Please ! Go inside!” I pleade.

“No!” He shouts.

“Patrick! Please !” I cry out.

“Why should I!?” He’s sobbing, swaying at the edge and making me nervous. Where the fuck were Andy and Joe?

“Because! You’re the only reason I’m even alive right now!” I admit shakily, “I need you, Patrick!”

He seems shocked but he steps down and goes inside. I run up the stairs as fast as my legs could carry me. Patrick is sitting on the floor in tears, I don’t say a word and just hold him, wrapping my arms around his plump body and I just sit there with him. It’s a long time before either of us say anything, hours actually.

He tells me how worthless he feels, useless, pathetic, stupid, good for nothing… Every word that comes from his mouth is untrue. My chest begs to spill all the words that come to mind when I think of him but my brain uses logic and better judgement to tell him all the things he is to everybody and not just to me. I sit and watch him as he listens to me, not believing a single word.

“Patrick, trust me, you’re perfect. You take whatever you're given and make is a million times better… That’s more than I can say, I only want what I can’t have. ”

He nods and rests his head on my shoulder, “I bet that’s not true, Pete, I know that it isn’t.”

It’s more true than he could ever realize.

And “From now on we’re enemies” was born.

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By ‘ Infinity on High ’ I was struggling to hide the fact that I was violently and painfully in love with the short lead singer that I wrote album after album about, he obviously was blind, not noticing all of those little things that were shoved into every song that I stole from our lives.

It caused a lot of tension between us, not that I was keeping secrets, he didn’t even know that I was really. It’s just that it was becoming hard for me to do anything involving him without wanting to scream my love for him from the top of my lungs.

My little fantasies becoming too strong that I ended up not even writing a full album confessing my love in some weird, fucked up way, but rather one song where I basically just shout that I love him and hope he gets it.

Yes, the other songs did have their moments where I spilled my guts into a line or two or maybe a whole verse or two but mostly they were bone dry of my emotion, saving it up for a bonus track that would barely even be heard.

I toss and turn in bed, my mind spinning from the thoughts floating through. Patrick. Just everything about him made my chest hurt and body weak. He turned me to mush just by existing.

My mind plays back the swaying of his hips, you know, the thing he does on stage where he kind of grinds his guitar. I could never tell if it was on purpose or if he was just teasing. And the leg thing he does to keep to the beat, well, that’s how it started but now it was just a thing he did because it was habit, like when a person bounces their leg while sitting or drums on things with anything they can, just a subconscious tic really.

I also think of the way he says things or when he speaks in any of those languages, especially French. The way he moans in his songs, as if it were the best sex he’d ever had.

I can’t help but to imagine here and there either, the way he moves, but on me this time, or just for me. Lips pressed close to mine.

I've loved everything about you that hurts.

I try to trade baby blues, for wide-eyed browns , anything that doesn’t belong to him but it doesn't stop me from sleeping with his old shirts that he’s left here. They somehow still smell so much like him, so sweet.

And I've traced your shadows on the wall.

Now I kiss them whenever I'm down...

It’s nights like these, the ones with thoughts like those, that it gets so bad that I almost pick up the phone. Nights like these I almost tell him.

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This album is the one I couldn’t pour my heart into. I was rapidly losing Patrick. He and I were unable to communicate anymore.

I can’t remember,

The good old days.

He was bitter and hostile over nothing in particular.

I was bitter and hostile over the fact that I was in love with my best friend.

My mind is a safe with all the secrets I’ve compiled into it in the past nine years of knowing him. It would feel so dirty to let it all out even if it would relieve the tension that repelled us like magnets.

If I keep it in we all get rich . If I let it all out then it ruins everything that we built.

I watch Patrick often. He’s not happy anymore. He’s not Patrick anymore. Are all the good times getting gone?

They come and go and come and go.

I missed when Patrick was a happy person, when his smile made butterflies soar within me. I miss when he’d hug me for no reason other than he just was happy. I miss when he’d get close to me, like the kind of close that’s way too close.

I just miss what he used to be.

What we used to be.

And that makes me realize, if home is where the heart is, then we're all just fucked.

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In the studio on July Fourth of 2007 when everything explodes. It’s a blur in my mind. Patrick and I screaming at each other. Joe and Andy had left hours ago, their parts were done. I was trying to help.

“You fucking idiot! Look what you did! It’s gone!” He yells over a song that he had been piecing together. It was an easy fix but he was at the end of his rope and it looks like he just hung himself with it, “You can’t do anything right! Agh! This is why I hate you!” He yells and slams his fist on the mixing station.

“Fuck you, Patrick! I try so hard to fucking please you but all you do is bitch! You’re never happy with anything! No wonder everybody leaves you!” I know I was harsh but I was having a breakdown and my mind was collapsing on me, “I would fucking leave too! I would never miss you if I fucking left either!”

“Then why the fuck haven’t you!?” He cries out with his fists balled at his sides, “Just leave already foc fuck sakes!” He slams me back into a table, causing a candle that was lit to hit the floor and light an old curtain ablaze. This triggered the fire alarms and the sprinklers go off.

The fire goes out without our aid and once the sudden sense of panic leaves, Patrick begins to laugh. Not nervous, iffy laughter, but full on, head thrown back, barely able to stand, can’t catch your breath kind of laughing. And he looks so beautiful.

He looks so happy.

So good…

We are alive here in this moment.

That’s when I kiss him.

The past nine years of feelings spill out and not onto paper this time, all over Patrick himself as I slam him up against the wall and kiss him with my all. My all isn’t enough to convey the way I love him.

Nothing is enough for him.

He’s kissing me back.

‘Cause we are alive,

Here in Death Valley.

Which is where I push my love down your throat and you push your frustration out through it in the form of lying through your tongue.

But don’t take love off the table yet…

‘Cause tonight,

It’s just fire alarms and losing you...

I think it’s love, with the way you are with me, the way we are together for a while, almost a real couple, until you stop the calls and texts and the band breaks up.

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That song is so special that I wrote it three years in advance. In the three years while Patrick did his thing and Joe did his and Andy did his and I didn’t do anything…

All that I ended up doing was failing in the one thing I thought I could fucking get right.

Down a bottle of pills and fall asleep.

Why was I an idiot?

Though, that incident brought me close to Patrick again, that incident brought me to the recording studio where I had to listen to Patrick blatantly sing about the night he left me high and dry after (somewhat) admitting that I was in love with him.

He still didn’t get that it meant more than nothing.

For a brilliant man, Patrick Stump sure is a motherfucking oblivious idiot.

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And finally it all brought us here. To the song where I give up hiding the little things in it and flat out say that every song is about him.

It was the fourth of July, 2013. Him and I were laying out on my roof. The sky was bright that night, the fireworks hadn’t begun quite yet.

Patrick wraps an arm around me and slides close and I look at him in shock. He smiles at me, “It’s cold.” He mumbles.

What if I kissed him?

My mind instantly jumped and I shook it away.

“Yeah it is.” I agree so he’ll stay close.

You are my favorite "what if".

You are my best "I'll never know".

We lay like this for far too long. The fireworks come and go and he’s still there. He’s still there as if he’d never left.

I said I'd never miss you...

But I guess you never know…

I just wish he knew how much it hurt for him to hold me and not feel anything. I wish he cared enough to know .

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We’re in the studio, it’s July of 2015 when we finally get around to making a new album. This is when I finally get to have the only song that matters framed forever with his beautiful voice.

I’d struggled with the bridge more than I’d like to admit. But either way, I knew Patrick would make it work and it’d be beautiful (and forgotten) as always.

I sit out in the mixing booth, watching Patrick through the glass, He holds his headphones on his head with one hand, his phone in front of him with the other to read the lyrics.

“I wish I'd known the ways to word it… I wish I tried enough for you... Oh, I'm sorry every song's about you… The torture of small talk… With someone you used to love.” He got it to sound amazing but he shakes his head, waving a hand around slightly, “No… I-... No.” He makes eye contact with me and I can tell this finally made him realize.

“What’s up?” I ask.

“It’s not that the lyrics are bad but I-... Could I try something?” He practically begs.

“Yeah, go ahead… You’re the singer, doesn’t matter to me.” And I was dismissed.

“Okay.” He steps up to the microphone again and regains his position from before.

“Whenever you’re ready.” I nod and start the track again.

“I wish I'd known how much you loved me… I wish I cared enough to know… I'm sorry every song's about you… The torture of small talk, with someone you used to love.” He gives a thumbs up and I can’t function enough to do just about anything.

Joe steps in and turns the track off and the recording.

“Is that okay? I’ve had that for a long time… It was supposed to be for my solo album but it didn’t fit.” Patrick chuckles weakly.

“Like Miss Missing You?” Andy chimes in.

“Yeah, just like that, but these lyrics meant more to me.” He stares at me as he says it. I shiver as if he’d just poured ice all over my body.

“It’s close to midnight and I’m exhausted, Patrick, please don’t do the ‘ it’s not perfect ’ thing, as always , and fucking make us stay here all night.” Joe scolds.

“I think that’s good for tonight. You guys can leave. I’m going to stay and mend some loose ends.” He still watches me as he speaks.

“Okay, well, peace out fuckers.” Joe holds up a peace sign as he leaves the room.

“I’ve gotta go before Joe leaves me here again. Bye guys!” Andy hurries after his lover, leaving Patrick and I alone with a glass barrier between us.

He stares at me for a long time, and I stare back.

Eventually he breaks his gaze and pulls off the headphones and hangs them off the mic stand. He gingerly makes his way to the door and pushes it open, stepping into the mixing room with me.

“So…” He mumbles as he steps looks at the floor, body turned in my direction as the door clicks shut behind him.

“So…” I hum back, looking up at him from my seat.

“All those songs really are about me?” He asks, playing with his small hands.

“Well, yeah… It was pretty obvious.” I huff softly at the dumb question. Of course they were about him, who else would I write any of that about!?

“I just… I thought I was overthinking it.” He shrugs, “I never saw you as one to fall in love with someone like me, especially a boy at that.” He murmurs.

In all the years I’d known him he didn’t even know I was into boys.

“I heard a rumor…” He starts and pauses, “A really long time ago… Freshman year of high school actually… I heard a friend, of a friend, of a friend had heard that Pete Wentz was a boy who liked to kiss boys. I thought, maybe I’m not the only one. Maybe I’m not different. So I followed you around… You weren’t like any of the boys that have ever liked to kiss other boys that I’d ever seen so I thought that it couldn’t be true… But I continued to follow you and you seemed like a prick but, you were a pretty cute prick so it was okay… Then I asked you to be in my band and you always wrote songs about people, people that I assumed were not me… I… I’ve always wanted them to be about me and I’ve always wanted to kiss that boy that a friend, of a friend, of a friend told me about that also happened to like kissing boys.” He rambles on and on but I hold onto each word as if it were going to be his last.

“And I knew that you were a boy who liked to kiss other boys that were not like me, and also were not me, so, I spilled my feelings into words on pages that barely made any sense, half hoping you’d get it and half hoping you’d never take a second glance at it.” I say, “I’m a boy, who just so happens to like kissing a boy that he’s hopelessly in love with… A boy named Patrick Stump.”

His baby-blues meet my wide-eyed browns.

And his toned pink lips meet mine.

There are no fire alarms or sprinklers or losing him.

Right now it’s just him and I, Patrick and Pete, together with our mouths connecting like the land with the sky, colliding like the moon and sun, fitting like broken halves that found each other.

We found each other, we are all of it, we are more than the songs written for each other, we are us.

Patrick and Pete.

Pete and Patrick.

No longer alone, with the songs to bind our words.

‘Til death do us part.

As a future promise.

But right now, here with my eyes closed and Patrick on top of me I realize, I never have to write a song to numb the pain again because now I don’t have to bottle it all up inside, I can just tell him.

“I love you.”

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dork-with-a-uke · 8 years ago

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hello oo

so i came up with this au a while back and finally got around to make it happen?? so yes I’m rly proud n excited about this it’d mean the world if you could check it out

Summary:

Clear — a world of possibilities, a soulmate you have yet to meet.

Crimson — a life of requited love and safety with someone you were destined to be with.

Black — years spent in mourning for a lost lover that’ll never return.

Blood runs red in most adults’ veins; not Ryan’s. Having watched his blood turn black as a teenager, he has no hopes of leading a happy life. That is, until he meets Brendon, a guy with transparent blood.

Has his own body made a mistake? Or is Brendon even really alive?

Words: 44k+

Chapters: 18/?

Relationships: Ryan Ross/Brendon Urie; Patrick Stump/Pete Wentz; Josh Dun/Tyler Joseph (Past); Dallon Weekes/Breezy Weekes

Characters: Ryan Ross; Brendon Urie; Tyler Joseph; Josh Dun; Pete Wentz; Patrick Stump; Ashley Frangipane | Halsey; Dallon Weekes; Breezy Weekes; Andy Hurley, Spencer Smith, Zack Hall, Joe Trohman

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates; Falling In Love; Confusion; Ryden; joshler - Freeform; Peterick; ryan’s blood system was fucked up for some reason; Maybe - Freeform; or maybe brendon’s just not real; or a ghost; who knows - Freeform; i came up with this au i hope it makes sense lmao; literally no one asked for this; and im sorry to say that ty’s an ashen; so.. yeah; josh is dead; Supernatural Elements; also pete is lowkey a dick; and so is halsey; Tags to be added; Characters to be added; POV First Person; First Person POV Ryan, Self Harm, Implied/Referenced Character death, First Kiss, Forbidden Desire, ethical battles, looking at u ryan, Making Out, Lust, Teasing, Public Display of Affection, Payback, Oral Sex, Blow Job, Hand Job, Road Trip

#so ye??#I'm sorry i keep rambling about it butt #i kinda love it #my fic #ryden #panic! at the disco #rydon #brendon urie #ryan ross #p!atd #ryden fic

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earlgreytea68 · 6 years ago

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so I definitely followed you into the inception fandom awhile back and then hopped on to a few more since then (because I love joining a new fandom when there's a bunch of great existing fic and I don't have to constantly be searching out new fic with more creative searches) and I feel like I'm currently primed for a new one.......but I know nothing about FOB other than some of their music. Inception was an easy jump bc I've seen the movie - how would one start in bandom?

Hello! Sorry for such a late response to this, it got lost in the morass of the trip to Disney I just took.

I guess it depends on how you start in a fandom. If you’re okay starting with fic, I rec this one: https://archiveofourown.org/works/2255661?page=4&show_comments=true&view_full_work=false#comments

Because that was the one that sucked me in and made me want to know more.

Once I was sold on the characters, I started diving into their Wikipedia entries, which helped me figure out who everyone was and how they were connected to each other, and honestly, the Wikipedia entries are SO trope-filled, it’s absurd.

If the Wikipedia’s overwhelming, you can let Brendon Urie walk you through the Drunk History of Fall Out Boy: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zjmXSJ_onTk

If you want to come at it from knowing who Pete Wentz and Patrick Stump are first, I spent a long time reading Pete Wentz’s old-school Q&As from his LifeJournal-ish days: https://damnyouwentz.livejournal.com/3298.html and http://fobomatic.tumblr.com/q&a

There is an entire series of videos compiling bandom moments for you so that you can catch up quickly: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GMZsc5raaXI&t=10s

There are a ton of fanvids that break this down into more highlights-ish reels, like this one: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ol_ckqgbnM0

Really, there are so many random moments, you can find them all over. Pete unable to resist teasing Patrick about sex here is one of my favorites: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xBMKL7TkO_A

Pete Wentz says stuff like this: https://twitter.com/petewentz/status/401271861759066113?lang=en

They do this consistently on stage: http://petezapizza.tumblr.com/post/144114060761/peterick-doing-the-thing-during-grand-theft

Then you can also have the fun of delving really deeply into analyzing FOB lyrics, most of which come from Pete and can be read in really fun ways if you want to read them through a fannish lens. This is a pretty thorough one: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11068836

I think the lyrics thing interests me because I was an English major, so I really like the fun of teasing my way through the lyrics.

As for fic recs, I put a few here: http://earlgreytea68.tumblr.com/post/180158984371/earlgreytea68-earlgreytea68-shark-myths

Although that has by no means kept up with my reading.

I hope this is even a little helpful! I am always happy to chat more about this!!! Also, if anyone else has any recs they want to provide, please let me know!

#fall out boy #bandom #peterick #Anonymous

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annoyingfobbie · 3 years ago

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had an insane day and the adrenaline still hasn’t worn off, could you pls spare a fic idea or hc to calm my nerves ❤️😭 can be whatever you like x

i literally JUST posted my most recent fic, so if that helps at all, here it is https://archiveofourown.org/works/37374631

but fic ideas/hcs: okay so I have this one fic idea where pete plays soccer for his college and Patrick is an 18 year old who needs another PE credit to graduate, so to get around having to Actually Do PE he signs up as the waterboy for the colleges soccer team. so like he's there carrying water bottles around and handing them to the players and shit like that. and all the players are generally kind of mean to him and tease him and shit, but pete is really nice and also really hot and sweaty and takes his shirt off all the time and patrick is like totally drooling over him. and pete just thinks hes SO cute and adorable and he's always blushing at the smallest things so Pete is always really subtly flirting with him. anyways, perfect opportunity for some sort of locker room scene where patrick walks in and pete is in the showers or whatever.

I also have this idea of a fem Peterick au based off Patricks song Allie, where they were besties when they were younger and patrick was totally in love with pete but obviously never did anything about it bc she thought of pete as just older and cooler and herself as lame and boring. so anyways they get older and move away and one day patrick is about to preform at this club with her small band and they always open with the song Allie (which is really about Pete) but then she geos up there and starts singing and pete is RIGHT THERE IN THE AUDIENCE. and the song is like SO obviously about her, and pete is just standing there at the bar looking at patrick and smiling all knowingly and patrick wants to DIE but keeps playing and singing and shit. afterwards, patrick tries to like escape and run away without pete seeing her but she finds her and is all like "was that about me? awwww how cute" and patrick is like dying of embaressment and pete is having so much fun with it and in the end they fuck

okay last one, i have this idea where patrick goes off to college, and he's been dating pete for about a year before that and is used to pete always being around whenever he goes out and at parties and clubs and shit like that. but now patrick is out at college and everything is super new to him and he's away from Pete. and like every time he goes to a party or anything, there are always a ton of guys flirting w him and shit, bc like, he's super cute and hot and everyone wants him. but he's sort of oblivious because he's super innocent and he and pete haven't even ever done anything (bc pete wants to be all careful, bc patrick is young). so one day pete visits his campus and patrick takes him out to a party and pete sees how all these guys are all over patrick and he gets soooooo posessive and like at one point this dude is being kind of asshole-y with patrick and flirting with him and stuff and pete totally punches him in the face

okay those are some ideas hope that helped 😭

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shark-myths · 8 years ago

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the mania singles

traveling through time

breaking news in Pete Wentz’s incredibly recursive, self-referential relationship with himself:

THE MANIA SINGLES ARE EXPLICITLY LINKED TO SPECIFIC BAND ERAS

CRYSTAL BALLS ALWAYS CLOUDY EXCEPT WHEN THEY LOOK INTO THE PAST AND CALLING YOU FROM THE FUTURE: the themes are laid out for us to infer that this album is a jumble, a retrospective, an out-of-order examination of the same thing from different times, angles, and selves

Is Mania is peterick retrospective album????? uh, probably

……let me explain……

The order of release is, I think, significant, so let’s proceed accordingly. Pete’s metaphors have always layered up and referenced back on themselves, with scraps from his 2005 lj appearing as recently as in AB/AP lyrics. so let’s do some tinhat digging…

Young and Menace – as made obvious by the title/chorus of the track, this is about being young and out of control. Sure, Pete might feel that way now to some extent, but this is one of the most settled and clearly happy periods of his life that we’ve ever witnessed. it’s safe to assume from readings of their discography that he felt significantly more monstrous (ah, to be a young bisexual! is there a keener #monster feel that exists) in the past.

lyrical markers to prompt us to backdate this track:

I only wrote this down to make you press rewind

Britney Spears 2000 lyrics reference

I woke up in my shoes again links us to the line in grand theft autumn from 2003 my new fashion for waking up with pants on

probable era of reference for this track: 2001-2003

Champion – once again, this track makes more sense if we place it at a time in his life when Pete and his bandmates were struggling with personal demons as well as the fickle abuse of public perception. its theme fits much better with prehiatus content from the boys’ lives, and the song opens with a prompt of exactly that:

I’m calling you from the future (to let you know we made a mistake --> and if you don’t think this ties in p e r f e c t l y to Tryst Theory we are living very different lives my friend)

there’s a fog in the past

I’m just young enough to still believe specifically, like y&m did, brings up youth as a theme; and they do seem to know what to believe in, now, personally. To me, this line is evocative of Believers Never Die and seems to place the song in that era; the lyrical content certainly addresses hiatus themes and the extremely rough time most of the boys had surviving it. (even andy told an interviewer he thought about suicide during the hiatus, and we all know how pete immolated)

specific references to pete’s rage and trying to blow out the light, like he’s trying to extinguish something in himself because of the pain it causes, and the way Patrick has always been linked up with light metaphors in pete’s writing

I got nothing but dreams inside conflicts directly with the TLOTRO lyric I’m here with having dreams. I mean we do have the omnipresent dialectic dilemma of bisexuality, and I am dicks-and-hearts-out for bi!Pete readings, but I think this specific contradiction is here to remind us, again, that these songs are dated for different eras. being full of dreams maps on really well to you are the dreamers, we are the dream; I dreamed about the afterlife but I never really lived; I used to waste my time dreaming of being alive, now I only waste it dreaming of you.

(I think there are lots of good indicators that we can read these dreams as being pete’s dreams of being with Patrick, and I should probably write a whole post about that at some point)

probable era of reference for this track: 2005-2009ish

The Last of the Real Ones – this song, I think, is the only one anchored in the present day. (also can we talk about interviews where pete teases this song before its release and calls it their first real/only real love song????? augh)

I really specifically want to look at this bit: I’m here at the beginning of the end, oh the end of infinity with you—anyone who read my last meta post knows how I feel about the infinity = gay love content of fob’s discography—I’m done with having dreams, the thing that I believe, oh you drain all the fear from me.

listen I think we have ample ground to read that line, I’m done with having dreams, and especially the fearlessness, to mean that pete’s not just dreaming of Patrick anymore—either as a message that he’s ready to start now, or perhaps evidence that active trysting ™ has resumed (and check out the y&m elvis duran interview if you want to imagine a version of pete who had to get so drunk on sake at a sushi place that he created an excuse for him and Patrick, sharing a hotel room in nyc, to MAKE SOME EXPENSIVE MISTAKES)

the thing that anchors this most firmly in present day for me is the idea of finding true gold, finally being fearless, and understanding the worth that can be uncovered under golden plating. it took pete a lot of years and suffering to get to the point where he could appreciate that truth about himself and the people around him. this is such a love song. this is such an insane peterick love song. oh my god, you guys.

openly talking about his therapist and mental health is also more reminiscent of the modern canon, although it did appear occasionally in folie era

probable era of reference: present day

I’m seeing them play tonight in St Louis—hit me up if you are too!—and after I hear the new song I will update this with my thoughts on it. no spoilers yet—I want the first time I hear it to be live and in person with the people I love most in the world, because that is an experience that will probably never be replicated for me and wouldn’t have been possible without the album delay. thanks guys 💜 💜 💜 💜 💜

**to be continued**

#mania #lyrics meta #peterick #fob #fall out boy #tryst theory #the last of the real ones #young and menace #champion #expensive mistake #tinhat

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coffeesforfuckers · 8 years ago

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Our Summers Together Are My Best Kept Secrets And My Biggest Mistakes // Chapter Fourteen

Ships: Peterick, Brallon, Ferard, Trohley, Jalex, Zian and others in the background

Description: Summers for most kids are spent going to the beach and on vacations with your family but lots are shipped off to summer camps for the whole summer. But the kids at Hempman Summer Camp actually beg to go! Patrick Stump, Andy Hurley and Joe Trohman all met there, they had all known each other for probably over a decade because of this absolutely amazing stay-away camp for kids from the ages of six to nineteen. All the kids that were there came back until they couldn’t and they always had the same kids except a few new, younger, kids every year. That is until the year that the weird kid with the jet-black, dyed, black fringe and the crazy piercings and a couple tattoos comes in like he owns the place. That year also happens to be the same year that Patrick Stump gets gum stuck to the new emo kid’s face and hair. It was love at first sight… But hate at first interaction for the blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy and the complete opposite for the new kid, Pete Wentz.

Chapter 14: Fourteen - The Only Straight Thing I Do Is Straight Up Say No

Patrick

Pete holds my hand, swinging our arms and bumping his hips against mine. Well, he was had slightly shorter legs than me (Even though he was taller) so his hips were mostly hitting my thighs. The smile on his face is so bright, he is just so happy.

He's happy with me . It's baffling, I've never made anybody this happy. And what's even crazier, he makes me that happy.

Pete drops my hand and tosses his arm around my waist, making it so we were far too close. I lean against him to get closer.

He places a kiss to the side of my head with a grin spread across his lips. I love going out with him where we can act like this without any hesitation or fear of being caught. Pete would do this anywhere if I’d only let him.

“You look so good today. Did you do something different?” Pete asks, “You look perfect everyday but like, today is just different?” He says, brushing the stray hairs that hung in my face, off to the side.

“I didn’t do anything else that I don’t normally do.” I tilt my head up a bit to look at him.

“I don’t know but you just look really amazing today.” Pete smiles at me as I turn a deep shade of red, “Awe, you're so cute when you blush, ‘Trick.” Pete teases and I elbow him in the ribs.

“Stop that!” I whine, my face getting hotter.

“Nope.” Pete kisses my cheek. I push him off of me but he catches my waist and pulls me back quickly, “You can't get away that easy, babe.”

I let out a groan and Pete pecks me on the lips.

“Patrick!?” A voice calls and I instantly shove Pete off, he goes to grab me but I smack his hands away and he gets the hint. I keep walking, pretending like I didn't hear it and move a bit faster.

“Pat, slow down, holy shit.” Pete grabs my arm but I pull it away.

“Dude, someone recognized me, you have to stop.” I speak without even glancing at him.

“Patrick.” He stops walking and I spin to face him.

“No.” I glare at him.

“Calm down, it's okay.” He speaks softly.

“Patrick?” The person's voice is now way too close for comfort as they step up behind Pete.

My Aunt.

“A-... Aunty Kath…” I choke.

“Patrick, what were you doing!?” She demands and I start to shake, my stomach drops.

“What-... What do you mean?” I stammer, my voice as unsteady as the rest of me.

“With this boy! What were you doing with him!?” She points at Pete.

“I'm sorry, ma’am, it's my fault.” Pete speaks up, which I'm beyond thankful for. I know if I tried to say something I would've been sick on the spot.

“What are you talking about?” She now turns her attention to Pete.

“I have a bit of a crush on Patrick and he knows but he's straight and is just trying to make me happy and I took it a little too far. I apologize.” Pete says on the spot.

Kath looks between us both, shaking her head, “That's a lie, Patrick looks like he could pass out.” She notices and I know I'm fucked.

“He's not feeling well.” Pete again, lies through his teeth.

“Does your mother know about this, Patrick? Does she know that you're with a man ? Going against the word of god! ” She scolds me, completely ignoring Pete at this point.

Tears start to well in my eyes.

“I-... I’m not-...” I start but she isn’t listening.

“I can’t believe you Patrick!” She tosses her arms in the air, making a scene, “I thought you knew better!” Kath says, not understanding how badly I really did want to be normal. How much I didn’t want to feel this way. I just did and Pete made that nagging, that constant pressure of wanting to be something I wasn’t, he made it not hurt, he made me feel like it was okay to be like this.

“You don’t… It’s not what you think, Aunt Kath! Just please, don’t tell my mom! Please!” I beg, “You don’t understand.” I speak.

“Don’t count on me keeping your dirty secrets.” She huffs, storming off. Pete stands there for a while, not sure of what to do. He can see that I’m breaking just by the way I’m shaking.

“Pat… I’m so sorry.” He finally says and my eyes well with tears, I can’t see properly as they start to pool at the brim of my eyes, spilling over. Pete hesitates as he goes to touch me. He doesn’t know how to react to this, unsure of what I was going to do.

I throw myself against him, burying my face in the crook of his neck. He doesn’t do anything for a bit, eventually wrapping his arms around me, rubbing at my back, “It… It’ll be okay, Pat, don’t worry.” He coos.

“I can’t do this, Pete. I just…I can’t…” I sob.

“Please don’t, babe, please.” He starts to beg and I don’t understand why, “Don’t run away, please.” That’s when I remember. I wasn’t even thinking about leaving him. He’s the only stable thing in my life.

I look up at him through the tears, “I-... I wasn’t even thinking about that…” I tell him and he kisses my forehead.

“Good, just… Don’t think about the bad. Think about us, not what they think. All that matters is that we have each other.”

“I love you so much, Pete.”

“And I love you too, Pat.”

Rian

Zach tugs at his hair, pulling at the bottom of his shirt to straighten it, tugging his pants up a bit more. I just sit and watch, I can’t seem to help myself.

“Do I look alright?” He turns to me and I instantly fumble with my phone to make it look like I was doing something.

“Yeah, you look fine.” I speak while staring at my phone screen.

“You didn’t even look.” Zach speaks.

“ I don’t have to, you always look great.” I say without thinking.

“Oh… Uh…” He’s taken aback, “Okay, thank you?” I can feel my cheeks heating up, burning my skin with a deep red glow.

“Yeah, no problem dude.” I swallow hard.

“Aren’t you going to get ready or…?” He trails off and I give him a confused look.

“Why? What do you mean?” I ask.

“Dinner. I invited you to dinner with me.” Zach looks at me weird, “You said yes, are you like, alright, Rian. You’ve been acting fucking weird lately.”

“I’m fine, just… Not getting enough sleep.” I give a lame excuse. That was what I was chalking it up to in my own head at least.

“Alright, do you still want to come?” He watches me as I nod.

“Uh, yeah, I’ll get dressed, hold on.” I get up and Zach sits on his bed. I tug on some clean clothes and fix my hair, stealing some of Jack’s hair gel to do so.

“You really got dressed up for a plain dinner.” Zach eyes me over when I finish getting ready.

I shrug, “I want to look nice at least.”

“You look great.” He gives me his signature, super awkward smile.

“Thank you.” I nod and he does as well.

***

The car ride was so awkward I felt like I was going to die. Well, it was awkward for me, not for Zach. Neither of us talked at all, just rode in silence, other than our breathing and the radio on low.

He pulled up to some chinese place called Orange Garden. I’d eaten food from here a couple times, it was pretty good. Zach exited the car and it didn’t register in my brain that I needed to get out too. He opens my door for me and I feel my heart race for a moment.

“You know you have to get out.” He states and I nod.

“Uh, yeah, I got distracted, sorry…”

***

I am a mess. Zach wanted to go on an adventure when we got back to camp and here we were in the woods near a roped off cliff that drops down to the sandy pond below. There was a playground there and Zach was hanging out on the top of the monkey bars. His head dangling off one side and his legs hanging off the other. I was sitting on the swings that were attached to them, swaying slightly back and forth.

“The sunset is so pretty.” I hum and Zach sits up.

“I can’t see it through the trees.” He jumps off and sits down next to me on the swings and he glows with the light that bounced around the small little cove of trees, “Wow, you’re right.” He coos, looking over at me.

My eyes meet his and their glowing, the auburn orange from the sun reflected in the brown flakes in his hazel eyes, making them shine gold. I’m taken aback by his sudden gorgeousness, I’d never felt my heart pound the way that it was or had the want to just touch him before.

I lean closer to him and he just watches, his gaze following me. I brush a stray hair from his face, trailing my fingers over his soft skin. He’s obviously confused but says nothing.

I stop, my hand resting on his cheek as I plant a small kiss to his mouth. He kisses back for the small, fraction of a second that I had my lips locked to his. I tilt my head back so our mouths were no longer touching, my forehead brushing against his glabella and the tip of his nose tapping the bridge of my nose.

“I don’t know why I did that…” I mumble, “I don’t know why I want to…” Zach places a finger under my chin and moves my mouth back to his. Kissing me a bit longer than I had the first time.

“Me too.” He says softly, “The only difference is that I like guys and you don’t.”

I giggle and bump my forehead against his in the process, “I’m not even sure anymore.”

“Maybe I’m just special.”

Patrick

I’m scribbling down some lyrics in a notebook while Pete does whatever and both Andy and Joe act all gay with each other. Jack and Alex were out doing something with some friends.

My phone rings and I glance at it, my mom. It’s nine at night so I know it’s bad.

I answer it hesitantly, “Hi, Momma.” I notice Pete tense.

“Your aunt just called.” She says and my stomach twists, “Tell me what you think she said.”

“She took something that happened out of context, it’s nothing.” I lie. My hands are shaking and I now have Andy and Joe’s attention.

“Don’t you lie to me, Patrick Martin Stump.” She snaps.

“I’m not!” I insist.

“Pack your bags, your father and I are coming to get you tonight.” My mom says and I feel everything in me break.

“No! No, Momma, please no!” I start pleading, “I-... I’ll do anything, Momma! You can’t do that!”

“It’s too late for that. You’re being sent to camp to correct what that place has done to you.” She snaps and I feel ill.

“No. I-... No.” I state, “I’m not going. No.” I insist.

“Pack your bags, now.” She growls, “We’re on our way.” And the phone clicks, signalling she’d hung up. Everybody’s eyes are on me, I could care less.

The tears I’d forced back started falling as I fumble from my bed and throw myself onto Pete who holds me without even asking. I’m shaking and sobbing so hard that I can’t breathe, I feel so sick that I could throw-up. Pete is rubbing my back and holding me so tight, I cling to him as if I let go that he would disappear.

“What’s going on?” Andy asks and I can’t bring myself to answer.

Pete leans in close to me, “Do you want me to tell them?” He hums. I hesitate but nod nonetheless, “Something happened while we were out today and now his mother is pissed off at him.”

I sit upright, “Not just pissed, Pete! Not just pissed ! She’s coming to get me and send me to a conversation therapy camp!” I bawl and I hear Joe choke.

“You’re gay!?” He gasps.

“Yes, Joe! Of course I am!” I snap, burying my face in my hands as I choke and try to breathe again, “Why couldn’t I just be normal?” I cough into my hands. Pete sits up and pulls me into him, the bed dips and I feel Joe and Andy hug onto me.

“You are normal, Baby, there's nothing wrong with you.” Pete kisses my forehead.

“My parents are sending me to die, Pete! They’re taking me away from the only place that I feel like I belong! I can’t-... I can’t just…” I can’t get anything else out, just muffled sobs as I press my face into his chest, gripping onto his shirt.

“It’s okay, Baby, you don’t have to go… They can’t make you.” He persists.

“You don’t understand.” I choke.

“I know I don’t but you’re eighteen, you’re a legal adult.”

I shake my head, “You don’t get it.”

“I’m sorry.”

***

Andy and Joe left us to have what small amount of time we had left together by ourselves. I’m laying with him and he’s stroking my hair. Pete starts kissing my face, covering every exposed piece of skin that he could.

“I need to leave my mark on you… I need you to be able to feel how much I love you everywhere, all the time.” He hums against my neck.

“I love you. I love you so much… I want you, I want to stay with you.” I whimper.

“Stay with me.”

“I can’t.” I cry just as my phone rings again. I answer with my heart broken, “Hi, Momma.”

“We’re waiting for you. Get out here.” She hangs up and I cry harder.

“I’ll walk you down there.” He says, “You can’t say no, I’m coming with you either way.” He insists as we both get off his bed. Pete grabs one of my bags and we walk to the parking area, hand in hand with our hearts dragging behind.

I can see my mothers car which is all the way across the lot. I lean against Pete and he kisses the side of my head. The secret’s already out, what’s the point in hiding it anymore? I let the tears fall freely, my legs getting heavier with each step. I swallow hard as my mother steps out of her car, Pete holds me tighter as he notices her.

“Patrick. Get in the car and stop fucking around. And for you Mr. Wentz. Let go of my son right now and do not contact him ever again.” She points at us, “Does your mother know the sin that you’ve done? Does she know what you did to my son?”

“Yeah, she actually loves me and accepts me and realizes that loving somebody isn’t a fucking choice and didn’t send me off to kill myself, she sent me somewhere for me to be able to live.” Pete snaps, not letting me go, “But you know, I would say have fun killing your child but I’m in love with him so I just can’t let you.”

“How dare you speak to me like that! This is my child and he wasn’t raised like this.” My mom growls.

“Yeah, you raised your kid to fucking hate himself! He fucking has breakdowns because of you! You taught him that he wasn’t fucking good enough just because he couldn’t love women!” Pete shouts, “Patrick fucking hates himself because you drilled it into his head that he’s no fucking good when he’s the only person that has ever fucking excepted me! He’s the only person that has ever been good enough for anything!”

“Shut your mouth! Your language is disgusting, just like you. You made my son think it’s okay to love the same sex!” She blames him.

“No, he taught me how to love because I was just the biggest slut on the face of the earth. I fucked any guy that was willing before I met him so you should be thanking him.” I chime in and Pete starts laughing pretty hard while my mother is stood mortified, “I’m not going with you. I’ll just find somewhere else to go after this summer. I just, I can’t live somewhere that I can’t be me, I’ve been too scared to be me but here I am, finally me and I’m finally happy. And if that means I’m with a man then so be it.”

My mother just stands there for a long time, pointing at me after a while, “Do not contact me for anything. You lost your chance, Patrick.” She gets back into her car.

Pete and I watch her leave before I throw my arms around him.

I kiss him like I never have before.

I didn’t know what I was going to do when the summer was over but right now that was the least of my worries.

Chapter Masterlist ~

Previous -

One - The Gum Habit Gone Bad

Two - On the Rooftop with You

Three - I Have a Forehead Texting Me and He’s Kind of Cute?

Four - Memories I Keep Locked Away for Times Like This

Five - Crying into the Void That is You

Six - A New Year and a New Us and Some New Friends

Seven - Abandoning You Was My Worst Mistake but Somehow You’re Still There For Me

Eight - A Meal For Two, A Car Ride For The Damned and A Love To Fool Them All.

Nine - Falling For You

Ten - The Indescribable Word That Is True Love

Eleven - It’s Always So Hard To Say Goodbye

Twelve - A Kiss You’ll Always Remember

Thirteen - And A Night You’ll Never Forget

Next -

Fifteen -

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Our Summers Together Are My Best Kept Secrets And My Biggest Mistakes // Chapter Twelve

Ships: Peterick, Brallon, Ferard, Trohley, Jalex, Zian and others in the background

Description: Summers for most kids are spent going to the beach and on vacations with your family but lots are shipped off to summer camps for the whole summer. But the kids at Hempman Summer Camp actually beg to go! Patrick Stump, Andy Hurley and Joe Trohman all met there, they had all known each other for probably over a decade because of this absolutely amazing stay-away camp for kids from the ages of six to nineteen. All the kids that were there came back until they couldn't and they always had the same kids except a few new, younger, kids every year. That is until the year that the weird kid with the jet-black, dyed, black fringe and the crazy piercings and a couple tattoos comes in like he owns the place. That year also happens to be the same year that Patrick Stump gets gum stuck to the new emo kid's face and hair. It was love at first sight... But hate at first interaction for the blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy and the complete opposite for the new kid, Pete Wentz.

Chapter 12: Twelve - A Kiss You'll Always Remember

Patrick

Pete grabs me by the waist, catching me mid-sprint, “I caught you.” He bites at my ear, leaving a kiss on my jawline.

“Pete!” I break free of his grip, “People have eyes you know.” I mutter, giving him a shove.

“I wish that they didn’t so I could be the only one to observe your beauty.” He coos and I roll my eyes.

“Can you chill with the gay for like ten seconds?” I roll my eyes as I start to walk off.

“Only if you can keep your dick in your pants for that long.” He retorts and my face goes red. I am such a slut for him.

“I hate you.” I grumble.

Pete’s hands rest against my hips, “Love you too, babe.” He smirks against my neck.

“Don’t do that!” I groan and pull his hands off of me, “There are people here, Pete.” I turn to glance at him over my shoulder and he lets out a huff.

“Too bad.” He tries grabbing me again but I dodge his hands.

“Stop that.” I point at him.

“Am I being bad?” He smirks and I roll my eyes.

“Pete I will dump your sorry-ass right here, right now.” I mumble, stepping up to him. He pecks me on the lips with a grin.

“I’m done.” He says and kisses me once more, “I lied, now I’m done.”

I roll my eyes and laugh. I can’t stand him sometimes.

“Come on, the guys are waiting for us.” I tug at his arm, pulling him back to our meeting spot.

Pete laughs the entire time. He’s always so happy.

He makes me so happy.

Brendon

My feet can’t carry me fast enough, I’m stumbling over the various bags hanging down around me. As soon as I exit the flight gate I can see my giraffe man himself standing not too far away. I somehow manage to run even faster, dropping my bags and throwing myself onto Dallon. He kisses me hard, pushing his mouth to mine, his arms holding me desperately close, my legs around his waist. I pull my arms around his neck and hold onto him with a frantic desire for him. I hadn’t seen him in almost four months. I kiss him awkwardly, moving my mouth hurriedly as if I’d never be able to kiss him again. He kisses back, equally as rushed and forceful.

“I missed you so much.” I gasp against his mouth.

“I missed you too.” He mumbles, I break the kiss to catch my breath, burying my face into the crook of his neck. Dallon presses his face into my hair, we stay like this for a while, until Dallon can’t hold me any longer.

“Bren.” Dallon says softly after setting me down, neither of us letting go of the other.

“Dal.” I speak, hugging him tighter. I didn't want to let go, I wanted to stay like this forever.

“I love you.” He says to me, everything about him screams the words louder than his voice ever could.

“I love you too.” My voice bleeds emotion.

He moves his hands to take mine, “You ready?” He smiles at me.

“Always.” I grin back. He let's go of my hands and picks up a couple of my bags and I take the others, his hand links with mine again as we walk to his car.

Alex

Jack tries to distract me as I drive, kissing my neck, biting at my ear, grabbing at my thighs. I shrug off all of his attempts to make me pull over and fuck him. (No matter how tempting that sounded).

“Baby.” He coos, kissing at my jawline, “Hey, baby, pay attention to me.” He whines like a small child.

“Sorry, sex with a two year old is illegal, Jack. Come back when you're older.” I tease and he giggles into my neck.

“Come on, with all the space up here we could fuck so quick.” He says.

“With all this room and you still insist on practically being on top of me.” I glance at him as he stifles a laugh. I had a 1953 Chevrolet Bel Air that was handed down to me from my grandfather, Jack had what I categorized under a kink, for fucking in it.

“Well yeah, you’re my favorite place to sit.” He winks and I fake gag.

“You are so gross.” I laugh and so does Jack.

We finally get to the parking lot and pull up next to Zach’s car. Him and Rian seem to be pretty happy together if I’m honest, I’m assuming they came together.

“Let’s go find our friends.” I chuckle and Jack sighs.

“You owe me a blowjob.” Jack mutters as he fumbles over me and out of the car. I laugh at him for being so lazy that he couldn’t slide over to his door and get out.

“It’s a no from me.” I reply, that was something we did a lot. Simon Cowell and Gordon Ramsay quotes were our one passion.

“Ass.” He rolls his eyes with a grin, I really did love him.

“Let’s go, dumbass.” I get out of the car and he grabs my hand.

“I love you, stupid.”

“I love you too.”

Andy

I sit, playing on my phone, waiting for Joe to get to our place. My phone buzzes and I check the new notification.

New Message From: Dallon Weekend Hey, dinner with the gang tonight at…

I smile, it was always great to see everybody after being away for so long. I really was going to miss this place, this might be my last summer depending on what happens with Joe and I and if I’m moving, it just depends on life.

I open the message and read the whole thing.

Hey, dinner with the gang tonight at some pizza place on main and then karaoke! Or we can go to a karaoke restaurant? Just going out to have fun in general since we all haven’t seen each other in almost a decade. If you have plans elsewhere, cancel them cause you’re coming no matter what! (Sent to all in a huge group chat).

I’m excited about it but at the same time I really want to just be with Joe tonight, I haven’t seen him in like forever.

I’ll see him every day, all summer. We should see our friends for once.

“Andy!” Joe calls and I jump to my feet, “Babe!” He shouts as he throws himself onto me. I hold him up with ease, his scrawny frame was lighter than what I bench press on a daily basis, “Your hair!” He gasps seeing it almost all gone, “And jesus, you’ve been working out a lot.” Joe is honestly shocked by my appearance change.

“Yep! Trying to look my best for you, Baby.” I kiss him softly and he smiles, bringing his hands up to the sides of my face.

“Your voice just doesn’t match what you look like anymore, damn.” He chuckles, “It’s cute.”

“Thank’s babe, I like your haircut too.” I say, his hair was just a curly bush on the top of his head, “I still am partial to the long hair and beard though.” I smile.

“I like your hair short, I can see your face better.” He kisses my cheek, “Oh my god! Your snakebites!” He pokes at the little empty and barely noticeable holes under my bottom lip.

“Yeah, I got bored of those, plus they’re annoying when we kiss.” I say, “And suck your dick but that’s a different story.”

Joe starts to laugh, his head falling onto my shoulder, “Did you get that text about tonight?” Joe asks, still giggling.

“Yeah, do you want to go?” I question and feel him nod.

“It’ll be nice to see our friends.” He picks his head up to looks at me, his face red and eyes watery.

“I agree, and karaoke seems fun, you’re a great singer.” I grin, kissing him again.

“No, hush.” His cheeks get an even deeper shade of red.

“Never.” I say as I brush our lips. I just couldn’t help but keep kissing him, being away from him for almost six months does shit to me.

Joe smirks, “I’ll make you then.” He kisses me over and over. My chest hurt from how hard my heart was pounding. I missed him too much.

I don’t think I can last six months without him again.

Zach

“You said this was only for a little while, Zach.” Rian snaps at me.

“I thought it was!” That was until I actually did fall in love with you.

“What the fuck does that mean, Zach!? Huh!? Tell me what the fuck is going on here!” He demands, “I’m straight Zach, stop making me play pretend!” He yells and I can feel my heart sinking.

“Because! Everybody thinks we’re happy together! Everybody thinks we're couple goals! I don’t want to disappoint!” I insist. In no way could it because I love him…

Idiot.

If he couldn’t see it then it was no use. I should just give up.

“That’s no excuse!” He yells at me.

“Please! Just… I don’t want to let people down! A little longer.” I beg, I just want to call him mine for as long as I can. Before I have to give up.

“Fine, Zach, fucking fine.” He snaps.

“Thank you.” I mumble and he just shrugs, “Are you going to the thing tonight?”

“Yeah. Are you?”

“Yeah.” I nod as I kick my bag under my bed. I sigh and flop onto it, “I’m gonna sleep first though.”

Frank

I sat in the grass, waiting for my friends. And Gerard… He hadn’t talked to me since Sleeping With Sirens. I still love him, I think I always have really. He makes me happy, well, made me happy. Now it just hurts to even think about him.

Remembering Gerard is so painful, everything about him is still so vivid even after not seeing him for about nine months.

I sigh and pull at the blades of grass before me. The sun is blocked out and I’m covered by shade suddenly.

“Hey loser, here all by yourself?” Chuckles Mikey as he sits in front of me.

“Yeah.” I say, shrugging glancing at him.

“Have you seen Ray?” He asks.

“Nope, haven’t seen anybody.” I shrug yet again, “I’ve been waiting for you guys, mostly you and Ray really though.” I move my full attention to Mikey now.

“What about Gerard?” His brow furrowed, “I thought you two were like… Best friends?”

“He hates me right now.” I pretend like the words don’t hurt to say.

“What? Why? He never told me this.” Mikey seems frustrated that his brother didn’t tell him anything. I’m kind of happy Gerard didn’t say anything.

“We had a disagreement last summer and never resolved it.” I inform as though it was nothing.

“Oh.” He shrugs.

“Mikey!” Gerard calls, “Stop running off to fuck your man, pay attention to me.” He whines like a needy girlfriend, “Oh-... Frank…” He notices me.

“Gee.” I nod and Mikey can feel the tension bouncing off of us. I could too, I just couldn’t figure out what kind of tension it was.

“Frank, can we go somewhere… Alone?”

Mikey winks as I stand.

“Okay. Where to?”

***

Small talk was made on our woodland adventure. It was awkward, bitter tension between us. Gerard is barely there, off in his own head and it’s pissing me off. He’d not listening to me, nor is he paying any attention to the fact I’m right besides him.

“If you’re just going to ignore me then why the fuck did you-”

Gerard kisses me, his soft but clammy hands cup my face. He kisses me so hard we both end up on the ground, “Just shut utp already. You’re giving me a headache.” He speaks in a heavy tone as he pulls back. I’m trembling. Gerard is straddling me, leaned over me as I lay flat on my back on the ground.

“I-... You-... You what?” I stammer and he rolls his eyes at me.

“I said to shut up, Frank. Stop jabbering about shit neither of us want to hear about, stop yammering on and on about nothing when that’s not why we’re even here.” My head was spinning, “Just fucking kiss me already.” He demands.

I was wrong about the bitter tension.

I kiss him hard, my hands behind his head and his holding my face still.

It was sexual.

Rian

Dinner was fun. Gerard and Frank didn’t show so it was just the fourteen of us, Ryan (Ross) didn’t show up either but I get a bitter vibe from Dallon and Brendon when he’s around.

Zach’s hanging off of me like a drunk girlfriend at a frat party, which he is none of those. I promised him a while longer because he truly is desperate for the acceptance of everybody else. He seems to be ignored a lot and I guess I can understand why he wants this to go on for a bit longer. Just so he has somebody to pay attention to him, even though I always do anyway.

He giggles at something that Pete had said and I smile. It’s nice to see him happy.

“You know, I just realized that I’ve never seen you two do anything very… Couple-ish.” Comments Brendon, “Like, you’re always touching but I mean, so are Patrick and Pete but they aren’t a couple, and Joe and Andy do that too.” He says and I can feel Zach’s sudden panic.

“We like to keep to ourselves because we know it can be annoying to some people.” Zach lies with a shaky voice. He stays slumped over in the booth with his head on my shoulder, my arm kind of wrapped around him.

“Yeah but, you don’t even hold hands or anything, like ever.” He continues to push and I sigh to myself.

“Zach, baby.” I say and he looks up at me, shock in his eyes at my words, I place my finger under his chin and lean down, gently kissing him and pulling away. I run a hand over his cheek for extra effect.

Zach looks so shocked and it’s hilarious. I just start to laugh at his expression, everybody seems confused by my outburst. I place my head on the table as I choke and sputter, laughing so hard that I couldn’t catch my breath. Zach snaps out of his shock after a bit, rubbing at my back to try and calm me down but I just laugh even harder. Why it was so funny to me? No clue at all, it just was.

“Okay then…” Brendon hums and nods, everybody loses interest in my fit after a moment or two, only Zach’s attention is still on me when I calm myself to only the extent of some hysterical wheezing.

“Sorry.” I giggle as I look over at him and he smiles at me.

“Don’t apologize.”

“Okay.”

***

We’re sitting in Zach’s car on the way back to camp. I’m pretty tired from the action packed night. He put some music on softly and we don’t really talk, I’m just too tired to make conversation.

“Hey, Rian.” Zach says when we’re pulling into the twenty-minute long dirt road to the parking lot.

“Mmh, yeah?” I hum.

“You kissed me.” He says, “Why-... Why’d you do that?”

Now that he asks, I actually have no idea how to answer. I don’t know.

“Uh, I just felt bad cause you really want this to be believable.” I say, I think that’s right? I hope that’s right.

“But it was so caring.” He hums, almost as if he were swooning.

“I-... I mean, that’s how I kiss?” I mumble, my eyebrows furrowed.

“Okay, I was just asking.” He shakes his head but something about him tells me he’s lying.

Something in me tells me that I’m lying.

Chapter Masterlist ~

Previous -

One - The Gum Habit Gone Bad

Two - On the Rooftop with You

Three - I Have a Forehead Texting Me and He’s Kind of Cute?

Four - Memories I Keep Locked Away for Times Like This

Five - Crying into the Void That is You

Six - A New Year and a New Us and Some New Friends

Seven - Abandoning You Was My Worst Mistake but Somehow You’re Still There For Me

Eight - A Meal For Two, A Car Ride For The Damned and A Love To Fool Them All.

Nine - Falling For You

Ten - The Indescribable Word That Is True Love

Eleven - It’s Always So Hard To Say Goodbye

Next -

Thirteen - And A Night You’ll Never Forget

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Our Summers Together Are My Best Kept Secrets And My Biggest Mistakes // Chapter Eight

Ships: Peterick, Brallon, Ferard, Trohley, Jalex, Zian and others in the background

Description: Summers for most kids are spent going to the beach and on vacations with your family but lots are shipped off to summer camps for the whole summer. But the kids at Hempman Summer Camp actually beg to go! Patrick Stump, Andy Hurley and Joe Trohman all met there, they had all known each other for probably over a decade because of this absolutely amazing stay-away camp for kids from the ages of six to nineteen. All the kids that were there came back until they couldn't and they always had the same kids except a few new, younger, kids every year. That is until the year that the weird kid with the jet-black, dyed, black fringe and the crazy piercings and a couple tattoos comes in like he owns the place. That year also happens to be the same year that Patrick Stump gets gum stuck to the new emo kid's face and hair. It was love at first sight... But hate at first interaction for the blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy and the complete opposite for the new kid, Pete Wentz.

Chapter 8: Eight: A Meal For Two, A Car Ride For The Damned and A Love To Fool Them All.

Pete

Having Dallon and Brendon as roommates was quite an experience. Brendon was a bit stand-off-ish and from what Dallon says, it’s from a traumatic experience. But he’s been getting more touchy-feely. Brendon is constantly touching Dallon and grabbing him, it’s funny. There’s something familiar about him really but I couldn’t place it, I’d figure it out later, right now I was too busy trying to get Patrick to fall in love with me.

It was still just a lot of fucking and him flipping shit if it got too crazy for him. He’s pulling me out to his car in the parking lot, wanting to go drive somewhere and have sex in his car.

We get out where we won’t get caught and Patrick pulls over the car, fumbling into the back of the car. I stay up front, lost in my own world. I can feel his arms wrap around me from around the seat, Patrick is kissing my neck and I can’t resist. I flop into the back on top of Patrick. He kisses my neck and bites at my ear, I suck at his skin and grab at his crotch. It escalated quickly and soon enough we’re shifting around, slamming into things, things being jabbed into us. Patrick’s elbow jabbing into my stomach by accident, my knee shoved into his side. This had been a terrible idea.

“Patrick you’re probably going to end up with my foot up your ass instead of my dick if we fuck in here.” I sigh.

“Let me blow you then.” He says instantly, his wide, blue eyes sparkle with a weird excitement. I, at first, am hesitant but think, what could go wrong and nod.

“Okay, sure.” I shrug and he pushes me and my back slams into the car door I groan and he starts kissing me, undoing my pants. He lets me struggle out of them before doing anything. I’m already hard as a rock at this point so I didn’t need Patrick to get me hard first.

Before I truly have a chance to process any of this my head is tossed back and I’m gasping. This was new, so new… So good, “Oh, fuck… Patrick….” I breathe and shiver as a rush of pleasure runs over me. It was all moving so fast, pieces were missing from my memory.

His tongue flicks around the head of my dick in a way that causes me to let out a much louder moan than normal, my fists clenching in his bleach-blonde hair, panting and almost choking. My hips involuntarily thrust upward and Patrick pulls away, gagging at the unexpected dick being shoved deeper than he could take.

“Fuck.” Patrick coughs, “I almost threw up, dude, don’t do that.” He groans, rubbing his hand over his chest.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, it just felt so good I couldn’t really help it.” I frown and he smiles back at me.

“Shut up and stop apologizing.” He moves back to hovering just above my cock. I whine at his teasing and he smirks, taking my whole length. I moan and clench his hair within my fists. His tongue runs over my member and I choke back a gasp, throwing my head back.

“Oh fuck…” I gasp and arch my back. This felt really good, so fucking good.

I cum into his mouth and he pulls back, swallowing the mouthful of semen. He kisses me quickly and grins.

“Ready to go back?” He asks as I pull my pants back up.

“What about you?” I ask seeing as he got nothing out of this.

“No, let's go out to eat.” He insists even though I can full well see he has a bulge.

“Um? But, Patrick?” I'm thoroughly confused.

He tumbles back into the driver's seat, “Come on. Where do you want to eat?” He watches me as I fall into my seat up front.

“Wherever you want to go I guess?”

Frank

In the car to the concert Gee blared Sleeping With Sirens and sang the lyrics, well more like shouted them while drumming the air and banging his head. His long red locks of hair flying everywhere. I sing along too, but not as loud and violently as Gerard, he’s crazy into music and he’s actually pretty great himself, he can sing like nothing I’ve ever heard, well besides Brendon and Patrick that is, they’re voices are god-like and so is Gerard’s in my opinion, their like a trinity. A very emo, trinity.

Kellin Quinn was a fucking god . Okay?

He’s so exited to meet them, he’s practically shaking when we pull up outside of the small venue almost two hours from camp. I wasn’t nearly as excited as Gerard but I don’t think many people could be, these were his idols. I also wasn’t like, super into them either but they did have good music.

We make our way out of the car and Gerard is tugging at my arm, trying to pull me as fast as he could go into the building. I’m laughing at his excitement. It was so cute.

“Hurry up!” He whines as I go ‘ too slow ’ for him.

“I am! I have tiny legs!” I defend and he starts chuckling at the statement, knowing full well that it was true.

“Your tiny legs are too slow, get bigger ones.” He teases with a grin and I roll my eyes.

“I hate you.” I groan, continuing to jog after him. He’s so cute when he’s this excited, I haven’t ever seen him so excited before.

Inside the venue, waiting in line was worse, Gerard was so fucking pumped and bouncy. So cute.

I yawn and Gerard smacks me, “What the fuck’s that for!?” I elbow him in the side.

“Stop being bored you fucking loser.” He hip-checks me and I slam into the person walking by, some older man who was probably in his twentie’s or thirty’s.

“Sorry about that.” I apologize and Gerard makes a choking noise, attracting both mine and the guy’s attention.

“You’re Justin Hills!” Gerard coughs, gripping onto me in awe. The man holds a finger up to his lips and smiles at him, ruffling his hair.

“See you two soon.” He nods towards the passes around our necks. Gerard squeals into my shoulder nodding as he hugs me, squeezing his arms around my waist.

“Oh my god, Frank! You touched Justin fucking Hills!” He shakes me and I laugh.

“Dude I didn’t even know his name until you said it, I didn’t even know who he was.” I chuckle, rubbing at my neck, “I like their music and I mean I know most of it but I don’t know any of the members.” I shrug and give a sheepish smile to him.

“Really? You like them but don’t even know their names?” Gerard seemed baffled by my ignorance to the subject.

“Yeah?” I shrug, is that not what people do?

“Weird…”

Rian

I lay on my bed with my eyes closed, not sleeping but not awake enough to function. I’d been like this for probably two hours, I was just trying to nap but my brain was not allowing that. It was running wild with adventures, nothing in particular, just falling between dreaming and real life.

I hear the door squeak open and clatter closed, too tired to even see who’d come into the room.

“Rian, get up.” I hear Zach’s voice which is extremely stern for some reason.

“No, sleep, shh.” I hum but I’m soon being ripped from the warmth of my blankets to the cool wooden floor.

“Get up.” He’s even more serious this time and I groan, sitting up.

“You didn’t have to be so rough, jesus.” I grumble, rubbing at my back.

“I can’t take it anymore!” He shouts, pacing as he tosses his hands into the air.

“Take what? I’m sorry, I’m not awake enough for this, please explain.” I grumble, staggering to my feet and yawning. I stretch and my back cracks, Zach winces at the sound.

“Them! Alex, Jack, Tyler, Brendon, Dallon! Their driving me fucking nuts! ‘ You should date, Rian! You and Rian would be so cute together! Are you together yet? ’” He mocks, “I’m gonna put a gun to my fucking head and pull the trigger if I have to hear it one more fucking time!” He’s yelling as he grabs me by shoulders, shaking me as he says his next words, “Will you fake date me until they fuck off?” He begs.

“Dude, neither of us are gay though, right? I know I’m not.” I say.

“I’m not either but I’m so close to killing myself or all of them that I will do anything to make them stop.” He pleads, “Please, we can break up in a few weeks, just fake an argument and end it!”

“We’re going to have to make out and kiss and touch and shit Zach!” I push him off of me, “No way in hell, I’m sorry Zach, but no way.”

“Please!” He shouts, “Rian I will do anything! I mean it’s just kissing! It’s not like it’s sex!”

“Well, I don’t want my first kiss to be with a dude, Zach!” I yell back and he freezes.

“You’ve never had your first kiss?” He gasps, wide-eyed.

“This is why I never told any of you.” I huff and cross my arms.

“You always said that your first kiss was out at a pond near your house with the neighbor girl though! It was such a pretty story!”

“It’s called being a good story-teller, asshole.” I grumble.

“I won’t kiss you, we could just be like… The type that doesn’t ‘show-off’ around our friends and stuff.” He still begs and I, of course , relent.

“Fine. Not for too long though.”

“Deal.” Zach nods, “Hey, so like have you done anything with anybody before?” He asks.

“I’ve never dated anyone, jeez, fuck off already.”

Asshole.

Chapter Masterlist ~

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One - The Gum Habit Gone Bad

Two - On the Rooftop with You

Three - I Have a Forehead Texting Me and He’s Kind of Cute?

Four - Memories I Keep Locked Away for Times Like This

Five - Crying into the Void That is You

Six - A New Year and a New Us and Some New Friends

Seven - Abandoning You Was My Worst Mistake but Somehow You’re Still There For Me

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Nine - Falling For You

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