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

This is also on Ao3 if you want to read it there (This is the link)

How Misery Loved Me

[Patrick Stump x Fem! Reader]

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

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

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

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

[Word Count; 10,307

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I think that one,"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Knock yourself out, 'Trick,"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ouch.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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-Patrick's POV-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shit, I should've listened to Pete.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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-Reader's POV-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-Timeskip the next day-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Nope, nothing yet," Pete replies.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, I guess."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

These guys are pretty good, holy shit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So, what happened with Mark?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I guess Y/n." Patrick chuckles.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You hold onto each other for a while longer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Patrick nods and you both walk to his car.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes?" You shout before opening your door.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Goodnight, Andy. Thank you."

"No problem." Andy says, hanging up.

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

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

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

#patrick stump #patrick stump x reader #patrick stump imagines #fall out boy #fob #from under the cork tree #pete wentz #joe trohman #andy hurley #AU #dance dance fob #dance dance mv

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robinrunsfiction · 4 years

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Joe Trohman Stories

Valentine’s Challenge 2019 Come Fly Away (Joe Trohman x Female Reader)

Twelve Days of Christmas (And Winter) Stories 2019 - Day 3 (Joe Trohman x Female Reader)

Winter/Christmas Alphabet 2020 - G (Joe Trohman x Female Reader)

Winter/Christmas Alphabet 2020 - L (Joe Trohman x Gender Neutral Reader)

#joe trohman x reader #joe trohman fanfic #joe trohman fan fic #joe trohman fan fiction #joe trohman imagine

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pkmntrainergreyze · 5 years

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April 27th (Patrick Stump Imagine)

For mah boi Patrick, happy April 27.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sadly, those ocean orbs never stared back to anyone.

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

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

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

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

"I LOVE YOU!!"

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

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

She looks much like (N/n).

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh God Patrick! Breathe in, breathe out!

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

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

He chuckled "Good point"

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

(a/n: sorry bren)

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

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

Oh, because he had to move out.

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

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

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

"(N/n)!!"

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

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

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

He smiled sadly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Brendon raised an eyebrow but laughed anyway.

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

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

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

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

"So that means...?"

She sighed and finger combed her hair.

"He was the one that got away"

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canyousevmyheavydirtysoul · 5 years

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Frenemies. (teenage!Joe Trohman x Reader)

There you were, strolling down the school hallways, in a good mood for the first time the entire week. You had completed and handed in all assignments, exam season was officially over, and it was Friday – life was not shitty, for once.

Then, you rounded the corner and when you approached your locker, all inklings of happiness flew out of the metaphorical window. Because there, leaning against your locker and thumbing through their phone with earphones in their ears, was the bane of your existence.

Joe Trohman.

You drew in a deep breath and screamed internally as you mentally prepared yourself for the interaction that was about to occur.

The two of you had been friends since the first day of high school; now here you were, a couple months before you graduated and left high school behind forever, and you still hadn’t managed to get rid of the guy.

You see, the term ‘friend’ is used very loosely, here – there was very little love lost between the two of you. Joe had joined your friend group when (Y/B/F) had taken a liking to him in freshman year; the two of them grew close quickly and as a result, you too were stuck having him around.

You weren’t sure what it was – if it was that your personalities clashed, if you both wanted the title of (Y/B/F)’s best friend – but whatever the reason, you and Joe were constantly at each other’s throat.

But, oddly enough, that was only half of the dynamic of your relationship. While, yes, you fought (a lot), you were both still incredibly close. It was weird. He was still one of your best friends, but you hated him.

It was confusing to everyone who had the privilege of being in the company of the two of you, but it was even more confusing to you. You knew he regarded you as a close friend, so why would he constantly bully you by doing stuff like this?

“Joe!” you yelled in aggravation as the boy pulled the hair tie off of your hair, letting it fall down in a way that was not at all elegant. “Stop being such a-“

You cut yourself off by gasping as he ‘accidently’ stepped on your foot with his heavy boots. You frowned and responded by angrily punching him in the arm, to which he answered with a small laugh and a flick to your cheek.

“Why are you here?!” you all but shouted in his face, groaning in annoyance as you fixed your hair and roughly shoved your books in your locker.

“We always walk out together,” he reminded, gesturing around at the rest of your friend group that was heading towards you, having just finished at their own lockers.

“I know.” You slung your backpack over your shoulder and shut your locker door. “I meant why are you here – in my life?”

“Aww, I love you, too,” he put on a sickeningly mushy voice and scrunched his face up as he pinched your cheek in mock affection.

You instinctively pushed his hand away and stomped off to stand on the other side of the group – far away from him.

“You know you two are gonna get married one day, right?” one of your guy friends leaned in and whispered to you.

You laughed. “Not a chance in hell.”

“Oh my god!” you complained as your unopened Powerade was ripped from your grasp and unforgivingly gulped down by the imbecile you were forced to associate yourself with. “I just bought that!”

Joe shrugged and swallowed the remainder of the blue liquid before wiping his hand over his mouth. “So go and buy another; it’s not like you can’t afford it.”

Before you could register what was happening, one of Joe’s hands had reached out and swiped your purse from where it was tucked under your arm. With no shame whatsoever, he unzipped it and grabbed a couple notes – much more than was necessary.

“Look,” he made a show of holding up your money before starting off, “I’ll even go get it for you.”

With a two-fingered salute, the curly-head shot you a smile before swaggering off – in the opposite direction of the vending machine – leaving you fuming.

And painfully thirsty.

You were deep in conversation with one of your friends, relaying your plans for the upcoming break while simultaneously trying your hardest to ignore the constant flurry of punches being thrown at the junction between your forearm and your shoulder.

“OW!” You jerked your head to the side when Joe landed a particularly hard punch, and glared at the male. “That hurt, you fucking abortion!”

He only laughed at you, in a mixture of shock and amusement, and went for another punch; only this time, you countered it and delivered six solid ones to his arm instead.

“Get. The. Fuck. Away. From. Me,” you growled, accentuating each word with a strike.

He paid no mind to your request, instead choosing to seat himself on the bench next to you, turning up the volume on his ever-present earphones.

You released a small yell of frustration as you turned back around; your friend just shook their head and took a sip of their coffee, already used to seeing this scenario play out.

“Totally gonna get married.”

It was the next day and school had let out about a half hour ago. After having finally escaped the throes of Joe Trohman – at least for today – you were on your way down to the local coffee shop, with an extra foamy caffeinated beverage the only thing on your mind.

A tiny sigh of content slipped past your lips as you opened the door and the wonderful aroma of coffee beans and freshly baked pastries wafted through the air. You sat down at your usual spot in the corner booth after placing your order, and got comfortable in your seat.

The comfort and happiness was temporary, though. Because who other than Joe would walk in not a minute later, ordering a coffee and paying with what was no doubt money he took out of your purse.

Cursing under your breath, you slouched down into the booth, praying that he wouldn’t spot you. He did, of course, and a huge grin broke out on his face as he bounded over to you.

“Hey, bitch,” he greeted, sliding into the chair on the opposite end of the table. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“I always come here on Wednesdays, dickface,” you retorted, “You know that.”

“Hmph,” was all he offered as a reply, because his mouth was already filled with a bite of your bear claw. He reached for another piece and you shoved the entire plate towards him, suddenly losing your taste for it.

“Look,” you breathed tiredly, shoulders slumping, “I come here to escape the hell that is being around you. So, if you will, kindly fuck off.”

A pained expression formed on the curly-head’s face. “Ouch. Why do you hate me so much?”

Your jaw dropped so far that it almost hit the table. “You’re kidding, right? Oh, please tell me you’re kidding,” you laughed in disbelief.

He looked genuinely confused – like a little puppy – and you scoffed.

“Oh my god,” you mumbled, shaking your head before leaning forward and resting your forearms on the table, “You make my life hell every single day. You constantly bully me, you’re always going out of your way to piss me off, and you honestly have no idea why I don’t want to be around you most of the time? How stupid are you?”

Your outburst caught Joe off guard, and he leaned back in his chair as he widened his eyes and held his hands up in defence.

“Woah, hey. All of those things are just me messing around. That’s our thing… isn’t it?” His confidence wavered towards the end of his speech, leaving a bout of uncertainty hanging in the air.

“Our thing?” You nearly jumped out of your skin. “In what world is torture considered a ‘thing’?!”

He narrowed his eyes and held out one hand to you. “’Torture’ is a bit of a strong wor-“

“You have made yourself the bane of my existence for the past four years, Joe!” You didn’t give him a chance to finish, too invested in your implosion. “And for what reason, I don’t know.”

“’Cause I love you,” he blurted.

There was quiet as the two of you just sat there, staring at each other, not daring to blink.

Then…

“You’re not funny, you fucker,” you clicked your tongue, a frown forming on your face. But you couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped your mouth at the absurdity of it all.

When you realised that Joe hadn’t joined in on the laughter, your face fell and a knot formed in your stomach.

“You are joking… right?”

The panic in your voice and on your face was evident, which was what caused Joe to break. He started laughing seconds later.

“Obviously,” he rolled his eyes before wheezing and gesturing between the two of you, “Do you honestly think that we could ever…? No. Definitely not.”

Your relief was clear by the way your posture relaxed. “Okay, that’s it,” you blew a raspberry and gathered your belongings and drink, “I’m way past my Joe limit. Don’t enjoy the rest of your day, asshole.”

You wiggled your fingers and gave a fake smile before heading for the exit, leaving Joe to toss a crumpled up napkin after you and yell his own goodbye.

“Yeah, better go fix that nest on your head!”

His snarky comment earned him a middle finger in the air, courtesy of your retreating figure, and he kept that stupid grin on his face as you tossed him a final glare.

Then, as you turned around and started down the street, his gaze turned into a solemn one and he watched you walk away, wondering if he would ever be able to let his true feelings show.

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dreamsofpilots · 6 years

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The Lodger Pt. 5

Tyler Joseph, Brendon Urie x Reader

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

Warnings: Cursing, smoking pot, alcohol.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*********

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nope.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Here, let me help you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I can feel my death...”

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

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

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

“I want to say...”

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

“Hello.”

Pt. 6

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topimagines · 6 years

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Inferno

Heresy

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

Warning: death, hell, mentions of religion, language, mentions of suicide, adultery, ashley is back, graphic ish depiction of death, brendon being a cocky motherfucker

A/N: do not repost any work on this blog without explicit permission from me or kat. I dont know how much i like this part but its here

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"And that, more or less, is what happened," Brendon said.

"That's it?”

"You know sweetheart, you have quite the personality," Brendon stated, "You remind me of my old lover. Quite the spitfire, that girl." He took you by surprise and sat down, legs crossed over one another, on the ground. He looked up at you expectedly, eyes telling you to join him.

"How exactly do I have quite the personality?" You asked, taking a seat across from him, sitting the same way.

"Making my best Knight a hormone crazed teenager," he said with a chuckle, "If you saw his dreams, well, let's just say, he ain't getting in to heaven any time soon." Brendon, as opposed to the red and pink eyes you had seen before, had brown eyes. They glimmered in the light and looked as if they were as deep as the ocean, "Something on your mind, sweet cheeks?"

You did have something on your mind, and it wasn't why you were being taken to him, or why everyone was hiding things from you. No, in that moment, you only had one big, fat question. One you had on your mind as long as you had been in Hell.

"How did Tyler get damned to hell?"

"Oh sweetheart, that’s quite the story, you sure you want to hear it?"

"Either that or you let me wake up and I'll go take a nice swim."

Brendon looked deep into your eyes. No matter how fiendish the devil was, he couldn't read you, tell when you were bluffing, or read into you. Your file was the only thing he could read about you. He expected that, because he knew what you did while you were alive and what you were, but he did not know he'd be this susceptible to your charms.

If you could even call what you were doing charming.

"Well, it started when a truck ran a red light..."

A long time ago, a tragic accident took the lives of a famous band; Twenty One Pilots. A semi-truck ran a red light, hitting the side of the tour bus with such force, it flipped twice and landed belly up in the intersection.

Jenna Joseph was found dead on the scene, having broken her neck and suffered fatal brain damage that would have rendered her brain-dead if she hadn't suffered the neck injury. Tyler Joseph was pronounced dead on arrival to the hospital, his cause of death severe trauma to his head and abdomen. Josh Dun was in critical condition when he entered the hospital doors and died after his second surgery to stop internal bleeding. He was thrown out of the window of the bus, doctors were surprised he made it to the hospital alive.

Brendon found the files on his desk the morning after all three were officially pronounced dead. He sat down in his large black office chair and looked over the pictures on the front of each of the folders.

"Ashley, would you come here," he said into his intercom. Ashley, his secretary, slid into the room seconds later. Her pink eyes were drawn to the floor as she walked.

"Yes, Mr. Samael, sir?" She answered.

"Come around here, and don’t call me that. It's Brendon, now," he chuckled. Ashley quickly walked to his side of the desk and looked down at the folders, "Ok, so, here we have Jenna Joseph," he said, opening up the folder and laying it on the desk so Ashley could read it too, "repented for sins, was not a liar, didn’t participate in drug use, only had premarital sex."

"Sounds like she doesn’t belong in hell," Ashley said, pink eyes scanning the form laying in front of them, "More like a purgatory thing."

"My thoughts exactly, sweetheart," he said, "Alright, we'll send her file to Patrick. Now, Tyler Joseph," he closed Jenna's file and tossed it into his 'out' box. He picked up Tyler's manila folder and flipped it open, "My, oh my. Tyler, you're not who I thought you'd be."

"Is that a...?"

"That’s a stamp already damning Tyler to hell," Brendon said, "Father isn't too pleased with something Tyler did." Brendon flipped through the pages and whistled when he finally saw the fateful text, "Oh, damn."

"Oh, poor Tyler," Ashley said, her hand moving up to cover her perfect pink lips.

"Multiple suicide attempts, he went down for two minutes once," Brendon side, "He was doomed and didn’t even know it." He shut the folder and placed it in his 'in' box. He reached for the final folder, and before he flipped it open, he was shocked by just how thick the folder was, "Oh Josh, you've either been a very bad boy or you were awe-inspiringly charitable," he said before opening the folder, "Now, I was not expecting that."

"Adultery? He cheated on his partners?" Ashley asked, "Are you sure he isn’t an incubus?"

"No, it's very surprising, but he’s something else," Brendon said, "he was definitely a fighter, not a lover. But, he never beat a girlfriend. Or boyfriend."

"I've never heard of someone being sent to hell for just that, God is kind of lenient, so what is he?" Ashley stated.

Brendon chuckled, shaking his head at the young succubus, "God has his reasons, he gave this folder to me for one reason or another, we'll just have to find out."

"Good luck with that."

"And that, more or less, is what happened," Brendon said.

"That's it? Suicide attempts?"

"Dad isn't too pleased when one of his 'children' try to hurt themselves," Brendon answers, "Now, since I so gracefully gave you and Tyler only a week to get through my land of the dead, you are going to wake up in three..."

"Wait, I have more questions!"

"Two..." He stood from his spot across from you and fixed his perfect, red suit. His eyes flashed black as he stared you down. He had a smile on his face as the black room started spinning around you. The wind alone would have knocked you from your feet if you were standing, but Brendon stayed planted to the ground, smiling down at your confused form. You felt the dizziness increasing as the spinning got faster.

"Are you fucking kidding-"

"One... see you soon, baby girl."

You woke with a start. The dream was still fresh in your mind as you took in your surroundings. You had fallen asleep on one of the couches in the living room, on top of Tyler. You looked down at the demon, whose eyes were still closed and breathing was even. His face looked more peaceful than it ever had since the day you met and went through limbo. One of your arms was tucked under your head and the other was by your side, fingers intertwined with Tyler's. Tyler had an arm wrapped around your waist.

"Tyler..." You whispered, moving your hand from his to poke him in the face, "Ty Ty, wake up," you poked him again on his cheek.

His eyes slowly opened and he looked down at you, "what time is it?" He groaned. You shrugged your shoulders and moved to get off of Tyler's chest.

“We only have a six days left on our limit, so we best get going,” you stated, stretching and cracking your creaky bones after you stood.

“Oh come on, heresy is one of the smallest circles, no need to stop, we can stay in bed a few more hours,” Tyler groaned. He was comfortable on the couch, and he never noticed how much he truly missed cuddling with someone.

“We’re going, Tyler. We can stop somewhere after, since it’s so small.”

Tyler groaned once more before rolling off the couch, hitting the red carpet with a soft thud.

"Thanks for offering to walk us out, but you really didn't need to," Tyler said to Joe. He had insisted before you two had left that he would walk you to the border of Anger. You and Tyler had changed into some regular clothes, extras that Joe had from all the times he had visitors passing through (including Tyler, who visited multiple times), which was underwhelmingly a white t-shirt and some black jeans. You felt Eveningstar digging into your back slightly. You had tucked it into your waistband when changing, remembering that Tyler said to put it somewhere no one could get it. You had considered the front, but didn’t want to risk stabbing yourself in the chest if the sheath came off.

"I just wanted to make sure nothing happened to you next to the pool, Brendon isn't pleased that I let her fall into the Styx," Joe chuckled drily, scratching the back of his neck as he walked with you. You were on the side closest to the wall of the indoor pool with Tyler holding your hand almost tight enough to cut off the circulation in your hand.

You continued to walk in silence on the concrete by the pool, paying no mind to the screams of the tortured souls and the evil laughter of water-based demons, torturing the angry people.

Once you reached the door with a neon red exit sign. The door was similar to the one you used to enter the ring. You turned to Joe and gave him a quick hug, thanking him for saving you from the Styx and giving you a place to sleep.

“No problem, girly,” he answered. He didn’t loosen his grip for a moment, and when you tried pulling away, he pulled you back in, and leaned in to whisper in your ear, “you be careful, okay? Remember everything Tyler said to you last night. You’re gonna need it.”

“How did you-“

“I guess it’s to let you go, before all Hell breaks loose!” Joe chuckled at his own pun, letting you go. Tyler rolled his eyes, and gave Joe a final pat on the back.

“We’ll come back to visit, promise,” Tyler said, “always do.”

Joe laughed and nodded his head before turning around and finally walking back toward the pool. Tyler took your hand and led you out of double doors that led to a short hallway. The hallway was a bright, neon yellow, and the carpet was bright red. The door at the end was yellow, but a little less bright and obnoxiously happy compared to the halls.

“Let’s get this over with,” Tyler sighed, opening up the door and leading you through to…

A field?

There was grass beneath your shoe clad feet and yellow flowers budding every few inches. There was a bright, red-orange tint from the sun, but everything was very happy looking.

“Don’t let it fool you, we haven’t walked far enough in,” Tyler said, tucking one hand into the pocket of his black jeans and took your hand into the other.

He led you farther and farther into the circle, and you finally saw what he was talking about. There were many tombs, close together, filled with flames lining the path you walked in. Tyler looked straight ahead as he walked, dragging you along behind him. It was eerily quiet, no demons to be found, not screams of the Damned, and no music playing from mysteriously placed speakers.

“This is why no one is assigned to this circle, they’d go absolutely mad with the silence,” Tyler said, his voice tense. As if he’d been holding his breath the entire time you had been in the circle.

Once you had finally exited the circle via the large entrance of a building similar to Ashley’s HQ, you and Tyler let out a giant sigh of relief. You looked around the building and immediately recognized it as the lobby to an upper class apartment complex that you and Tom had stayed in while you were filming in New York.

Weird, I wonder why this is here, you thought, maybe if Brendon visits again, I can ask him.

“Brendon sure changed this place,” Tyler said, “it’s been a long time since I’ve stayed here.” Tyler led you to the lift, clicking the up button. The lift dinged before opening up for you two to get in.

“I’ve stayed here before,” you whispered. Tyler looked at you with curiosity in his eyes, as if saying to go on, “me and Tom lived in this building in New York. It was really posh and high end.”

“Wasn’t expecting you to be a fat cat,” Tyler said with a chuckle.

“You don’t know a lot about me, then.”

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Request: Hey can you do a joe trohman x female reader where it’s like a charmed au and it’s a piper/Leo type of deal. If you don’t watch charmed it’s like a forbidden love between a guardian angel and a witch.

I really hope I did this idea justice. It’s so cute! (Please keep in mind I have never seen this show and only did a little bit of research so it’s mostly my own take on the idea.)

Part 1 (I’ll get to part two as soon as possible)

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Warning: some cursing but nothing too bad

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I stared at the little candle intently. I couldn’t quite piece together why this was such a problem for me. I just needed it to light. One little flame. It’s not hard.

I closed my eyes and concentrated. I tried to imagine the warmth. The soft glow. A little plume of smoke rising from the flame. I could feel it. The burning in my fingertips. I peeked through my eyelid and threw my arms up in frustration.

“Are you fucking serious? Not even a little spark?” I let my head fall onto the table repeatedly. I was so useless. Fire was a specialty of my coven and I couldn’t even light one measly candle. I’m beginning to think I’m adopted.

I picked up the candle and slumped back to my room. Didn’t want my mother to see me failing. She would surely scold me. I set the candle back in its proper spot on my nightstand. I stared at the various pictures of my friends. My mother didn’t like that I hung out with humans but she couldn’t do anything about it.

I just wanted to finish my last year of high school then move out and never have to think about this witch stuff again. I would meet a nice guy who would be perfect for me. And finally, things would go right.

I rushed through the school, trying to get out before all the busses left. I agreed to meet up with Maddie after class but of course she was running late. I stood by my car tapping my foot, watching as the busses filled with students. I glanced at my phone, seeing Maddie’s message to me.

Sorry! Had to talk to my teacher about a grade.

I rolled my eyes and sighed as the busses started to pull out. I saw her tiny form running towards me. I couldn’t help but laugh as she struggled to carry a backpack that was almost her size.

“I’ve told you before to take it easy on yourself with classes,” I said as she stopped in front of me, panting.

“Can’t let up on classes if I want scholarships. You’re lucky you get to take over a family business.” The small shop my coven owned was mainly for other witches who were passing through the area. But of course, humans walk through and pick up random charms simply because it’s trendy.

“You act like it’s something I want to do. I would much rather travel and meet people.” Maddie climbed into the passenger side of the car.

“You’re such a romantic, (Y/N).”

“And even that isn’t helping my love life. So, I may as well experience things on my own.”

I turned on the radio in to car to the local rock station. They seemed to be running a throwback marathon of alternative music from the early and mid-2000s. I was unseasonably warm, even for California. So, we rolled the windows down and blasted the classics.

We pulled into the Starbucks parking lot, still managing to get a spot before the rest of the high schoolers appeared. We grabbed our backpacks and shuffled inside behind an older couple who were complaining about “kids these days.”

Maddie and I shared a look. Wonder what they aren’t trying to understand this time. Both of us had our fair share of older people looking down on us just for being young. It was super common in my coven. I was one of the youngest. Once you hit your high school years, you’re expected to devote all your time to magic.

I guess I kind of understood. I thought back to my inability to light a candle. My mother said magic was connected to strong emotions but I’ve been beyond pissed and it still wouldn’t work. Fingers snapped in front of my face and I jumped.

“Welcome back to the land of the living. What were you thinking about this time?” Maddie raised an eyebrow at me. I shook my head and smiled.

“I don’t know to be honest. Just all the expectations that older people have for us I guess. Hope they’re prepared for disappointment.” Maddie chuckled as we moved up to the counter.

We had our drinks in hand and started toward the table we saw earlier only to find a group of kids from our school sitting there. They were some of the so called “popular people.” I noticed Maddie’s bag moved to the middle of the floor nearby. I groaned at her quietly and she rolled her eyes at them. They laughed as we walked up to them.

“Hey, we were sitting there. I can tell you saw the bag.” The head girl scoffed. Ella.

“So? You don’t own this spot.” The table laughed and the guy sitting next to her wrapped his arm around her shoulder. I couldn’t remember his name.

“Maybe, but it’s really rude to move someone’s stuff.” I didn’t want to back down. Ella and her little group walked all over a lot of people. It was weird how accurately she fit the stereotype of the head cheerleader.

“Oh, save it for someone who cares. Why not just go back to your witchy little shop and sell rocks?” I clenched my fists. She came in with her friends a couple weeks ago while I was working. They made fun of everything we had and completely wrecked a display of crystals we had. I told my mom we should repurify them. She scolded me for being rude.

“Let’s just go (Y/N). They ruined the atmosphere anyway.” I nodded and we turned to the door.

“If you need a table you can take this one. I’m leaving.” We turned toward the voice. A tall guy with short, curly brown hair and the most stunning blue eyes I had ever seen smiled gently at us. “Of course, I don’t blame you if you want to leave after interacting with that bitch.”

Maddie snorted and tried to stifle her laugh. I heard Ella say something from behind me but I just smiled at the guy. This couldn’t be real, right?

“Yea. But we appreciate the concern.” He wore a plain black t-shirt with some khaki jeans and black converse. He might as well be an angel. Certainly looked like one.

“Don’t ignore me. It’s incredibly rude to call a girl a bitch. Not to mention sexist.” The guy looked over my shoulder with a bored look on his face.

“It’s not any ruder than you were to her. You moved their bags into the middle of the floor where someone could have tripped on them. Don’t fling the word ‘sexist’ around when someone points out something shitty you did.” I chuckled at the stunned silence.

“Well we’re going to head out. Let’s go (Y/N).” I agreed and we headed out, the guy following us out.

“Thank you…” I trailed off, not knowing his name.

“Joe. And forgive me for eavesdropping but did I hear that you work for a place for witches?” A blush rose to my face.

“It’s a family business. Not very interesting. I never really believed in that stuff, ya know?” I pushed a small rock around with my foot. I hope he wasn’t one of those hipsters just looking to visit all these shops.

“Well I think it’s interesting. Maybe I’ll stop by sometime.”

“Let me guess, you just want to see her again?” Maddie crossed her arms and stepped in front of me slightly. Joe smiled, laughing.

“Yea. Something like that.” I looked away from him, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. Then he waved and headed to his car.

“Don’t you dare tell him anything. That’s how you get stalkers.” I rolled my eyes at Maddie.

“I don’t think he’s that kind of guy. And the likelihood of ever seeing him again is super low. Just let me pretend he’s my guardian angel or something.”

One Week later

I was sweeping around the shop because of the lack of customers. Business had been slowing down. We might have been mildly annoyed at regular humans coming in and buying our stuff but the extra sales certainly helped. We still had rent like every other business.

“(Y/N), darling. Have you been practicing your magic at all while we don’t have customers?” My mother stood at the bottom of the stairs to our apartment.

“Uh, no. What if a normal person comes in and sees it?” She sighed and shook her head.

“Just pull out a tea light and work with that. From what I’ve seen, you still haven’t been able to light it. I’m not too worried about a human seeing it.” I gripped the broom and nodded. She made her way back upstairs.

“Ouch. That was harsh. She always like that?” I took a breath and turned toward the voice. Witches tended to be quiet when they entered another witches store. It was a respect thing. I almost jumped at the familiar face that greeted me.

“Joe! Uh, sorry. My mom is always talking nonsense.” I chuckled nervously. He smiled and shoved his hands in his pockets.

“Didn’t sound like nonsense. Seemed rather clear. So, you need some help with your magic. What witch doesn’t at some point.” I raised an eyebrow at him. He knew? About Witches?

“How do you—”

“I was sent by the Higher Powers to look after you. Though I’m not quite sure why.” I blinked.

“Wait. So, you’re an actual guardian angel?” He nodded. I can’t believe my stupid joke was accurate. My mother appeared at my side. I jumped when she spoke.

“So, Joseph. They never told you why they were sending you? And you didn’t think to ask?” I stared at my mom wide eyed. She was the one who told me you shouldn’t speak to the Higher Powers and their angels rudely.

“I’m sorry ma’am but we don’t question our duties. We keep the peace.” He was polite but the smile directed at my mother was less than friendly. I shivered at the tension.

“And you’re suggesting that my daughter is somehow a threat to that peace.” I saw his jaw clench. He glanced at me.

“If you want to know more information, you’ll have to inquire from the Higher Powers yourself. I told you what I know.” His way of speaking was so different now. I suppose even the angels have to adapt.

“Leave my shop and stay away from my daughter.” It was like he vanished. There one moment and gone the next. I looked to my mother, confused.

“What just happened?” Her clenched jaw and grip on my arm didn’t let up.

“He won’t listen to me. If you see him, just leave. Don’t trust an angel. They always know their assignments. They just refuse to tell you. Your grandmother was sent a ‘Guardian angel.’ Then she disappeared. The Higher Powers thought she was going rogue. Teaching magic to humans. Their claims are baseless.”

Joe didn’t really seem like that kind of person but I trusted my mom. As much as she frustrated me, I trusted her.

Another few days without incident. I haven’t seen Joe since then but I was always looking over my shoulder. Maddie even took notice.

“What’s got you so fidgety?” She bit into her carrot as she stared at me.

“It’s nothing. I guess just a sense that someone’s watching me,” I said.

“Maybe you’re not wrong. Psychology does say that we can tell when someone is looking at us. But it’s a school cafeteria. The worst thing here is some gross boys high on their testosterone.” I laughed and my shoulders relaxed. She was right. I was safe inside the school.

It killed me not being able to tell her about the whole guardian angel thing. About how the guy that helped us was trying to abduct me. How I was somehow a danger to the peace and balance of the earth.

“So, are we still going to the library after school today? I need your help with my religion project.” I nodded.

“Yea. Still don’t know why you think I would be any help.”

“I told you! I’m doing my project on Wiccans! You know all about that. Isn’t your mom one?” It’s what I told her. But I wasn’t too familiar with the practices themselves. I sighed. I’ll have to do some research on the subject in my other classes.

The library was loud, filled with kids doing their after-school activities. We pushed slowly through the waist high see of children. I tried to keep a smile on my face even though none of them looked where they were going and I almost tripped on a few of them.

“Hurry. Get upstairs before we drown in children.” Maddie laughed and we stumbled our way to the stairs.

We chatted leisurely up the stairs. I had walked up these a thousand times. I didn’t need to pay attention. We were nearly at the top when I noticed a guy standing there, smiling at me. Joe. I felt my heart skip. My toe caught on the step but when I tried to steady myself, I was falling backwards.

I yelped and squeezed my eyes shut. I wasn’t falling for long. A pair of strong arms wrapped around me. I looked up into his blue eyes and found myself entranced. It was like he had the abilities of a demon. Maddie clearing her throat brought me back to reality.

“Um, thanks. I appreciate it.” I turned from him and hurried up the stair, grabbing my friends arm along the way.

There was no way to explain what she just saw. He was behind me almost instantly when he was just ten feet away at the top of the stairs.

“I’m mildly insulted that you’re pretending to not recognize me.” So, he was following me now. “I just need to talk to you for a second.” Maddie yanked me to a stop before turning to face the angel.

“Look. She clearly wants nothing to do with you. Get lost.” For someone so short, she was certainly intimidating.

“I admire your willingness to protect her but I need you to leave us for a bit.” He smiled at her and then her eyes went blank. She nodded and started toward a table. The power of suggestion. I clenched my fists as he made his way toward me.

“Leave her out of this. I’m not afraid to fight you.” He closed the distance between us, a slight frown replacing his gentle smile.

“Look. Whatever your mom told you, it’s wrong. I’m not here to hurt you.” I glanced down at his human attire. White tee, black jeans and the same shoes. But now that I knew what he was, it all looked off.

“But you won’t tell my why you’re here. So, what reason do I have to trust you?” He sighed and scratched his head.

“I told you. They didn’t tell me why I needed to watch you. They just sent me.”

“Ok so tell me about your abilities. Obviously, suggestion is one. Entrancement another.” He rose an eyebrow.

“That’s an ability only held by demons.” Silence. The heat rushed to my face. God, I was so stupid.

“Whatever! Point is, I don’t know anything about you and you won’t tell me.” He chuckled slightly.

“You only just asked me now.”

“What and you’re going to tell me?”

“Sure.” I wasn’t expecting that answer. I placed my hands on my hips.

“Fine. I’ll hear you out. Just not right now. I’m busy.”

“We should probably do these introductions sooner rather than later. So, you can stop avoiding me.” I rolled my eyes and turned away from him. Well now I just wanted to avoid him out of embarrassment. I know demons are the only beings with entrancement. I can’t believe I said that to him. I looked over my shoulder but he was gone. I ignored the sinking feeling in my chest. I found Maddie at one of the tables, shaking her head.

“Ok you need to explain what just happened. One minute I was standing up for you, the next I’m over here. And what did that guy do? It was like he teleported or something to catch you.” I sighed and sat down across from her. I didn’t have the energy to lie to her anymore.

“There’s something you need to know.” She nodded and closed her book.

“Alright.”

“Well it starts with the fact that I’m a witch.”

Maddie took the information surprisingly well. Her only real concern was how I was supposed to help her with the project. I told her to do research like she was supposed to. I told her pretty much everything. Including the stuff about Joe.

No one could know that I told her this. I would be stripped of my magic for sure. I told her to never mention it to my mom and she understood.

It’s been a few days since then. Now I sit in the shop alone. Another slow day. We seem to be getting a lot of those. I wonder what was wrong. My paranoia started to kick in again and I sighed. I wondered where he was going to pop up this time.

Joe had this feeling. He always watched me before showing up. Sometimes he didn’t say anything but he always made sure I saw him. The feeling was almost familiar now. Comforting to know he was there.

“You know you don’t have to just watch. Not like there’s anyone here anyway.” I flipped a page in my history book. The counter creaked as he leaned on it.

“So, you can already tell when I’m around. Your senses are incredibly refined.” I raised an eyebrow and looked up at him.

“Thanks, I think?” He shrugged. “You just aren’t exactly subtle. I can feel you watching me. You angels have an extremely noticeable presence.”

“I don’t know how because I block it from witches. You seem to be the only one I can’t sneak up on.”

I scoffed. Pretty words from a pretty person. I had to remind myself regularly that he was an angel who wouldn’t tell me his reason for being here. I had to ignore the fluttering my heart did whenever he was around.

“Aw, so I’m special. How sweet of you to say. Is that why you’re watching me?”

“My answer is still the same. I don’t know why they sent me to watch you.” We sat there in silence for a few minutes. I let my history book fall shut and watched as Joe wandered around the store.

“You know, I think you’re the reason the store has been so empty. You give off this aura. Very scary.” He wandered back to the counter to stand in front of me.

“Again, you seem to be the only person who can tell.” My eyes drifted away from his and down the rest of his features. He was so relaxed all the time. “Can I help you with something?” I shook myself out of my trance.

“No, why,” I huffed?

“Well you like to space out when looking at me.”

“I do not!” He smirked slightly. He had to be a demon. I wouldn’t except any other explanation. He poked the space between my eyebrows.

“If you frown too much, you’ll get lines.” I rolled my eyes and smacked his hand away. He grabbed my arm. “See now look what you’ve done.” I sighed.

“Just let go of me.”

“If I don’t?” I stopped.

“Excuse me?”

“What’ll you do if I don’t? I’ve never seen you use magic before.” His voice was curious. Not intended to be mean or threatening.

“Because I don’t like using it on other people,” I bluffed. I was no good at magic. He knew that much but didn’t need to know I couldn’t do it at all.

“Well then I guess we’re just going to stay like this until you get over that fear.”

“What? You can’t just hold me hostage. What if someone comes in?”

“Better figure it out quickly then.”

Shit. He was testing me. He had his suspicions and needed them confirmed. I had to do something. Make up some lie. Tell him my mom has a charm on the shop so she’ll know if I use magic during business hours.

“I’m just not feeling up to it right now. I’m exhausted. I have you to deal with in addition to school.” He looked up at the ceiling, weighing his options.

“It should be easy. Your family is well known for being strong.” I clenched my teeth. Just give up already damnit!

“I’m pretty sure this qualifies as harassment.” I tried tugging my arm away again. A slight smile graced his face and he released my arm.

“You can’t do magic can you.” I scoffed and turned away from him. Fuck. I sighed. He knew now and all I could do was let him assume. “It’s not like it’s something to be ashamed of. So, you haven’t tapped into your source of power.”

I ran a hand through my hair. He wouldn’t understand the pressure of being in a powerful family. I’m a failure in their eyes. I picked up a small tea light and set it in front of him between us.

“You wouldn’t understand,” I mumbled.

I concentrated on the wick of the candle. My eyes drifted shut as I tried to access my magic. I cupped my hands around the little tea light. We were silent for a couple moments. I could feel the warmth against my palms. I wanted to peak but I knew there wasn’t anything there.

The was a light pressure on the back of my hands and I jumped slightly. I opened my eyes and looked down at Joe’s hands resting on mine. A blush rose to my face as I looked up at him. His eyes so blue I could drown in them.

“You’ll get it eventually. You’ll be stronger than any of them.” My eyebrows drew together. I wasn’t sure if he was trying to cheer me up or if he actually knew something. My eyes drifted down to the gentle smile on his lips.

“You’re doing that thing again.” He voice was gentle. Maybe even a bit curious. I glanced back up at him through my lashes. His head tilted slightly and his thumb ran over my hand. He leaned toward me…

My palms started burning and warmth touched my skin. I pulled away, startled and looked down. The little tea light glowed between my hands.

“Oh, shit!” I yanked my hands away and went to blow out the candle. God, it better not have made a mess. I picked up the candle, moving it to the counter behind me. I let out a sigh of relief when there were no marks.

“Only mildly cliché.” I could hear the laugh in his voice. My face was warm. The heat from the candle no longer disguised it.

“That was nothing. Just caught in the moment.” I turned only to find him directly behind me. He had me trapped. Cliché was right.

“I should let you know that any romantic involvement between a witch and an angel is strictly forbidden. So, I suggest you get over your little infatuation with me.” I scoffed in disbelief.

“You think I don’t know the rules? And I don’t have any sort of ‘infatuation’ as you put it. You infuriate me. Maybe you should remind yourself of that rule, too.” I crossed my arms and he glared at me.

“What are you talking about?” I rolled my eyes.

“As I recall, you were the one about to kiss me.” He laughed and shook his head.

“I could kiss you and it wouldn’t mean anything. I feel nothing but a sense of obligation to complete my task.”

“Yeah, right! You were just as into that as I was. Maybe it’s you who’s infatuated with me.” He grabbed my arms and shoved me against the counter. His lips were aggressive against mine. I could only kiss him back for a couple seconds before he pulled away.

“It’s nothing,” he whispered. But my god that didn’t feel like ‘nothing.’

“What is going on? I told you to stay away from her!” My mother was rushing toward us with a walking stick she sometimes carried with her. He vanished into thin air. My mother’s face was livid. She flipped the sign from open to closed without even glancing behind her.

I shrank back but she came around and grabbed my arm, pulling me upstairs. Her grip was sure to leave bruises. I nearly tripped over the steps.

“What did I tell you. You had one job and you couldn’t even do that! This is exactly what happened to your grandmother. She just couldn’t help herself. They tricked her and now you’re in that same trap!”

“Mom, stop! It was nothing! What you saw was nothing!”

“I know what I saw! And I know I taught you the rules when dealing with the Higher Powers.”

“What happened to my grandmother?”

“Just go to your room. I’m putting a charm on this place and not letting you leave.” She went to slam the door to the stairway. A wave of power washed over me and I flung it back open.

She turned toward me in shock. Her jaw clenched before she started to laugh. She shook her head and for the first time, I was scared of her.

“You’re just like her. Powers at their strongest when there’s someone you love.” I clenched my fists.

“What. Happened. To. Her.” A brief look of pity crossed my mother’s features.

“She was assigned a guardian angel. He made her fall in love with him. Then convinced her to break rules and used that as an excuse to make the higher powers get rid of her.” She made her way over to stand in front of me. “You might care for him, but I promise. He doesn’t give a shit about you.”

I just stared at my ceiling. I refused to let my mother trap me in this house but this was still one of the few places I felt safe.

My pale green walls hadn’t changed since I convinced my mom to paint them when I was younger. I even held on to most of my stuffed animals. My eyes had just started to drift shut when I felt it. Felt him.

I couldn’t shake the things my mom said out of my head. I shouldn’t trust him. But it was Joe. I felt like I knew him. A part of me still thought this was different. There was a light tap at my window. I jumped. He shouldn’t be able to get to my window. I sat up but didn’t see anyone. I made my way over and opened my room to the cold evening. Silence.

“Joe,” I called. A few moments later, he hovered in front of me. His wings just visible. They were almost translucent but occasionally caught the light so I could see the white.

“I’m still amazed you can sense me. Let me in?” I glanced over my shoulder. I know my mom didn’t trap me here. But that didn’t mean she didn’t put an alarm spell or something.

“I probably shouldn’t.” he raised an eyebrow.

“Well then come out here so you can tell me what happened after your mother so rudely came at me.” I wrapped my arms around myself. Was he really just playing me? “What’d she tell you?” His eyebrows drew together. He looked almost sad.

I saw his had offered out to me. I looked between him and his hand. This was a terrible idea. I took his hand slowly. He helped me climb so I was sitting on the edge of the window. I yelped as he picked me up bridal style. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and squeezed my eyes shut. I was weightless for a few seconds before I heard the light thud of Joe landing.

“You can open your eyes now.” I cracked them open slowly. We weren’t at my house anymore. Instead, we were in a park a couple miles away.

“What the hell? Why are we here? How did you get here so fast?” I yelled at him as he set me on my feet.

“Chill. Just an angel perk. Quick travel.” He slipped his hands into his pockets. The wind made me shiver and I heard him chuckle. “Sorry, forgot you still get cold. Here.” He unzipped his bomber jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders. His warmth lingered.

“Why are you doing this?” I tugged the jacket closed. It was too cold to be worried about pride.

“I just want to know what happened after your mom came home. And what she told you to make you look at me like I’m a monster.”

“She just yelled a lot. Told me to stay away from you and such. Threatened to lock me up in the house.” I laughed awkwardly.

“What else? You’re obviously not telling me everything.”

“That all that happened! Really,” I lied. I turned away from him but he was in front of me again in a second.

“What’d she say about you tapping into your magic?” I crossed my arms over my chest. I couldn’t quite look him in the eye.

“It never came up.” He scoffed and shook his head.

“You’re such a bad liar. What happened?” I sighed. I didn’t have to tell him everything.

“I flung the door open when she tried to shut it. Apparently, she didn’t like the way I tapped into my magic. Said it was too much like my grandmother. That’s it. You’re caught up.”

“What happened to your grandmother?” I glared at him, though it was probably useless.

“None of your business.” He sighed and looked up at the sky.

“I’m sorry for earlier. I should have kept my emotions in check.” What was he sorry for? Other than being nosy.

“What are you referring to exactly,” I questioned? He looked down at me.

“For kissing you. I shouldn’t have let my pride get a hold of me. It didn’t mean anything.” He shrugged as if that was all he could do. I clenched my fists.

“Now you’re the one lying,” I mumbled, just loud enough for him to hear. He opened his mouth to speak but I cut him off.

“So, I guess you really are just playing with me then? That’s your big mission? Same as the one given to the angel that took my grandmother.” He raised his hands in surrender.

“What are you talking about?”

“My grandmother fell in love with her guardian angel and then he used it against her. Made her break rules. Then she was gone. Her magic was stronger because she loved him. And now I’m just like her! All because of you!” I was yelling and a few tears made their way down my face.

“But I just can’t accept that. I don’t believe that you feel nothing for me!” He sighed and ran a hand over his face. There was only the sound of the wind for a moment.

“Well this might be a problem.” I shoved him but he hardly moved. Why wasn’t he taking this seriously.

“You’re an ass!” I started to storm away. I wasn’t going to put up with him. My mom was right. I should just stay away from him.

“Hey! (Y/N)!” Just keep walking. No such luck. He grabbed my arm and pulled me against him. “At least let me finish talking.” His arms wrapped tightly around me. I could feel my heart pounding and I’m sure he could too. I struggled in his arms.

“You aren’t helping. Just let me go.” I placed my hands on his chest to try and shove him away again. But he held me tighter. I concentrated on putting up a barrier between us. I heard him say mine name again but I ignored him.

My eyes popped open when I felt his lips on mine. I was stunned and I couldn’t move. What was this? What was he doing? This needed to stop. I regained my mobility but he refused to let me go. Joe held me tighter, bringing his hand up to the back of my head and tangling his fingers in my hair.

I was kissing him back. My eyes fluttered shut again and I felt his grip on me loosen. I wrapped my arms around his neck. He was gentle with me and took my breath away. We parted for a moment.

“Fuck,” he breathed. I giggled at the irony. I prayed to whatever god was out there. This needed to be real.

Joe stepped away from me suddenly. I almost stumbled. He rubbed the back of his neck and looked around. As if someone was going to jump out any minute. I raised an eyebrow at him.

“What are you doing?” He looked back at me, the longing evident on his face.

“This ends now. This never happened. I’ll take you home.” My jaw hung open slightly. He couldn’t be serious. We were just going to ignore this? He shoved one hand in his pocket and offered the other out to me.

“What? No! You want to pretend like this is nothing?” He groaned and ran a hand through his hair.

“Please try to understand—”

“But I don’t understand! Clearly there’s something here and you want to ignore it? Fuck the rules,” I yelled. He grabbed me by the shoulders again.

“Because they will hurt you! Do you understand? They will hurt you! As much as I want to say, ‘fuck the rules’ with you, it’s just not possible.” The wind picked up around us. His hands cupped my face gently.

“I don’t want to be the reason you’re hurt or worse.” He took a deep breath and released me. “Now let me take you home before your mom kills me.” I nodded slowly and took his hand when he offered it to me again.

He lifted me into his arms as effortlessly as the first time. His wings returned and I finally took in how beautiful they were. We started to float and I forced myself to keep my eyes open. Of all the myths about witches, the one where we fly on broomsticks is the one I wish was real.

“Hey,” I said quietly. Joe glanced down at me. “Do you mind if we don’t use the angel quick travel thing.” A smile made its way onto his face.

“Learning to love flying, huh?” I rolled my eyes at him “Ok, just hold on. Don’t worry though. I promise I won’t drop you.” And off we went.

The wind burned my cheeks. Almost everything was dark except for the street lights and the cars that looked like oversized ants. The ride was over far too quickly and he was hovering outside my window five minutes later. Only problem. My window was now closed and locked.

“Try out that magic you claimed to tap into earlier. I bet you can open it.”

“I was angry then. It might have been a fluke.” He shook his head.

“If I know anything about you, it’s that you’re strong. Trust me.” The sad look had returned to his face. He knew something about me that I didn’t. But I did trust him. As much as I didn’t want to, I did.

I concentrated on the lock inside my window. I just needed to lift it. I closed my eyes. The second I did; Joe’s arms became the only thing I could focus on. Strong and steady. He’d probably never hold me again. For all I knew, he’d disappear after tonight. I jumped when I heard his voice in my ear.

“You can stop concentrating so hard, it’s unlocked. And open for that matter.” He was right. I couldn’t even tell I did it. I laughed a bit.

“It’s all thanks to you,” I half joked. I turned my head toward him but didn’t expect his face to be so close to mine.

Our noses bumped together and I could feel his breath on my lips. I wanted to kiss him again. And I know he wanted it too but he’s right. We can’t say ‘fuck the rules.’ Not right now. He cleared his throat and moved closer to the window to set me on the ledge.

“I hope you don’t get in too much trouble,” he said with a small smile. I grinned back at him.

“I’m always getting in trouble with you.” He hovered in front of me for a moment.

“You probably won’t see me anymore. I’ll try to keep my distance. I’ll make sure the Higher Powers don’t bother you. I’ll let them know you’re not a threat.” I raised an eyebrow at him.

“Why would I be a threat?” This was his mission? To report back to the Higher Powers?

“Late blooming witches tend to be the strongest. And most rebellious.” I nodded, but I didn’t fully understand. “Goodbye, (Y/N).” He turned from me.

“Joe, wait,” I called. He faced me again, wings glittering from the light of the moon. “Well don’t stay over there. Come here. I don’t want to yell too much.” He floated back over to me.

“What is it?” I grabbed his arm and pulled him toward me. I knew he couldn’t get to close to the building, so I jumped. He easily caught me and I wrapped my legs around him. “Are you crazy? Why’d you jump?”

“Kiss me.” He went silent, desperation taking over his features. He opened his mouth to protest but I cut him off. “Just one more. Before I can never kiss you again.” He held me just below my butt, as respectful as ever. I saw the surrender in his eyes.

I leaned my head toward his, our lips just brushing against each other. I let my fingers tangle in his curls. He pressed his mouth against mine softly. I could feel us start to float down slowly. The cold no longer affected us. He landed on the ground without breaking our kiss. I felt the rough bricks against my back as he pressed against me. This had to be heaven.

I sighed when he pulled away from me. I held on as long as I could but he set me down on my feet. He cradled my face in his hands.

“I’m so sorry. I wish the circumstances were different.” I nodded as a tear slid down my face. He lifted me one last time, back to my window. I climbed into my room.

My guardian angel; the love that awakened me, was gone when I turned around.

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Valentines Day (Joe Trohman)

Title: Valentines Day

Pairing: Joe Trohman x Reader

Request: Can you do a joe trohman x female reader where it’s like suffocatingly fluffy and it’s just relationship goals or something like that?

Word Count: 379

Warnings: A bit of language

Author’s Note: Alright guys, we know this is late, but we may have but off a bit more than we can chew. We’re gonna get these imagines up ASAP but as far as the countdown to Valentines, we’re off schedule. We’re sorry and we hope you can forgive us! -S

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Oh my god! Joe! This is the definition of too much!” Your hands instinctively flew to cover your open mouth. You now felt slightly bad for doubting the man... in fairness he had completely ignored you for the majority of the day and you had just assumed he was busy and forgotten about Valentine’s Day. Now that you opened the door to your apartment and saw him you realized he had been busy preparing for Valentine’s Day.

There were at least 5 oversized stuffed animals, at least a dozen heart and other generic seasonal balloons arranged in a bouquet, probably a good 3 or 4 dozen red roses, and an elaborately set table in the middle of the room. Not to mention the entire house seemed to be adorned with candles.

“I bet you thought I forgot.” Joe stood there with a smirk on his face like the whole thing was some sort of prank he were trying to pull. Of course, Joe was a pretty casual guy so that was probably his way of playing off the fact that he had given you something straight out of the cheesiest of romance movies.

“I did, and I feel awful about it now,” You chuckled, “I should know not to doubt you in the future.”

There was a quick knock on your door before Pete let himself in (sometimes it felt as if you dated one Fall Out Boy member you got the whole band), “Hey, (Y/N), is Joe here? We’ve been calling him all day and he won’t pick up and - Holy shit what’s all this?”

You stepped out of the way so he could get a clear view of Joe standing there all nice and well-groomed in his suit.

Pete cocked his head to the side trying to take in the whole picture. “Damn, Joe. You’re gonna make the rest of us look bad. All I did was get chocolate, flowers and a dinner reservation.”

“I try to tell them all the time that there’s just no way anyone can compete, because there’s no one who loves anyone more than I love you. Also I didn’t forget the chocolate that’s in the bedroom.” He shot you a charming smile and a wink while Pete made gagging noises.

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Mistletoe - Joe Trohman x Reader

Prompt: M: Mistletoe (How do they react to suddenly being placed under a mistletoe with their crush/lover?) Reader: can be read as any gender (no pronouns used) Warnings: attempted peer pressure Word count: 1 256

Of course it was the label's Christmas party, and of course it was under the mistletoe where you were faced with the very real possibility of kissing Joe for the first time. Not that you did not want to, on the contrary.

Just... not like that.

Not when he seemed to be so uncomfortable, not in front of his band mates, and the fellow managers of the other bands, not while the air of the room was smelling of alcohol and cigarettes (seriously though, who was smoking indoors?). All in all: when you had imagined kissing Joe for the first time, it had been after a cute date or after a breathtaking show he had played, or to saying goodbye after a great tour had ended. Yes, admittedly, you had fantasised about these scenarios, more than you’d ever admit. But you were not lost enough in these fantasies to lose sight of reality. And that was that all these dreams were completely out of reach.

You had known that even before Joe had stared down at you with shock-widened eyes after Pete had pointed out you were standing right underneath the mistletoe together. It was obvious that he did not want to. He immediately grew stiff and his glance filled with panic as his eyes skipped from Pete back to you.

Your heart shattered, and you were certain everyone in the room had heard it, but again, you were not so lost in your fantasies that this reaction of his would have come as a surprise. Did it hurt nonetheless? Of course.

Thanks to Pete a couple other people now had their eyes fixed on the two of you.

“Uhm, I...” it was painful to see how uncomfortable Joe was. It looked like right now he only wished for one thing: being able to teleport far away from this situation.

“Come on Joe,” Pete cheered his bandmate on, “don’t chicken out now!”

You really had wished that if you ended up underneath the mistletoe with someone, it would be with Joe. You really had wished that if the two of you would be thrown into this situation, he would laugh, the way he always did, wrap his arms around you and kiss you sweetly. But you really, really did not want him to be peer pressured to do it. So when he shuffled a step forward, stiff, uncomfortable, uncertain, you took a step back.

Sending him a smile, which you hoped seemed not too forced, you brought up your hands between the two of you, a simple yet clear gesture you did not want him to step closer.

“I don’t really feel like it,” you stated, the crowd around you sighing disappointedly and turning away. It was no lie after all. You did not feel like kissing Joe, or have him kiss you, when he obviously felt so unhappy with the idea. At least he seemed to relax at your statement.

“Okay,” he mumbled, but sounded a tad bit too relieved.

After that he disappeared without any other word to you.

Even though all you wanted to do was head home immediately, and bury your heartbreak in hot chocolate, christmas cookies and a couple of your feel good movies, you resisted the urge and instead stayed for almost 30 more minutes before taking a glance at your wrist watch and deciding that now it was late enough in the evening for the “I’m tired”-excuse.

Saying goodbye to Pete and Andy, you headed over to the door, where Patrick was waiting for you. With risen eyebrows you looked at him as he pushed away from the door frame he had been leaning against.

“Are you okay,” he asked, and you cursed him for his ability to read people so easily.

“Sure,” you quickly lied, knowing he saw right through you.

“About Joe-” he stopped when he saw the way you tensed up and lowered his eyes. “Get home safe.”

“You too,” you smiled forcedly, before walking past him.

You had already taken a few steps outside into the parking lot when suddenly someone called your name. Your heart skipped into your throat as you recognised the voice as Joe’s and you had to stop yourself from speeding up your steps. You really did not want him to apologise, ask what had happened, nothing. You just wanted to go home and forget about all this, so you could resume your duty as Fall Out Boy’s manager in the new year without any worries.

“About earlier...”

Even though you did not feel like it, you stopped and turned to Joe.

“It’s okay,” you shrugged, trying to sound indifferent. “You looked really uncomfortable, so I figured it would be easier if I were the one to say no.”

“Yeah,” Joe, who had caught up with you stopped a few feet away, “Thanks for that. And yes, I was... pretty uncomfortable. Thanks for understanding.”

“Anytime,” you mumbled.

Thinking the conversation was over, you turned away from him, only to get your wrist caught by him as soon as you were taking the first step.

“Hey, wait,” Joe took a step closer, “I still owe you that kiss!”

“You don’t owe me anything, don’t worry. I saw how uncomfortable you were at the idea. I don’t want you to do something you wouldn’t enjoy.”

Joe’s eyes grew wider than they had been thirty minutes ago underneath the mistletoe.

“What,” he asked, clearly taken aback, “you- you said no because you thought I didn’t want to kiss you? Don’t be ridiculous, (y/n)! I’ve wanted to kiss you since... well honestly ever since you became our manager. Just not in front of the whole label watching!”

The rushing of blood almost drowned out the sound of the cars, racing down the nearby street.

“I mean...” Joe continued, averting his gaze shyly, a completely untypical gesture for the guitarist, “If you don’t want to that’s completely fine with me. Just thought if I don’t ask, I’ll never know.”

You did not know what to say to that, you only stared at him, thoughts racing a thousand miles an hour. He had been so uncomfortable not because of you, but because of your surroundings? It had been important enough for him to wait out here in the cold for you just to ask you that?

“So... Can I kiss you?”

The question finally brought you back to reality. Looking up at him, you felt your cheeks burn hotly in the cold night air.

“Yes,” you answered quietly, before adding an almost inaudible “please.”

Joe smiled, his cheeks dusted over pink, as he stepped closer to you. His fingers were still wrapped around your wrist, so he let go and instead slipped his hand into yours. The other he placed at your cheek, his fingers cold from however long he had waited for you out here. Carefully he leant in, as if he was worried you’d back away any second, but instead you closed the small gap, pressing your lips against his. You could feel him smile into the kiss, his breath fanning over your cheek as he pulled you in closer, his thumb gently running over your skin.

When you eventually parted, both of you were smiling like complete idiots, and truthfully who could blame you?

“Thank you,” you whispered, leaning your forehead against his.

“What for?” You felt him rise his eyebrows

“Not letting me leave like that,” you replied.

Instead of honouring your response with another, he simply pressed his lips against yours again.

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Better Off As Lovers

Patrick Stump x Reader

This was also posted on Ao3 if you prefer that platform, this whole text is the link. :)

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

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

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

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

<Playing- Bang The Doldrums by Fall Out Boy>

1:32 ────ㅇ────── 3:31

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I told you guys so."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What the hell man, where are they?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Pete," Andy replies quietly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The boys continue playing a couple more songs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You can feel your face rapidly becoming warm, oh?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Where's Pat?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nod in a way of understanding.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?"

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

Joe and Andy walk out and stand next to Pete.

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

You and Patrick stare at each other, completely baffled.

"Was it Patrick?" Andy asks.

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

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

Joe and Pete groan, taking out their wallets.

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

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

"I think it was either ten or twenty,"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What do you mean?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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robinrunsfiction · 4 years

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Twelve Days of Christmas Challenge Day 3 - Joe Trohman

Pairing: Joe Trohman x Female Reader Rating: Teen Requested By: None Word Count: ~900 Author’s Note: This was inspired by a prompt that went something like “we had a one night stand and now we’re snowed in, awkward!”

When you woke up, you didn’t know where you were at first. Then you noticed the tattooed arm wrapped your waist, the faint breath against the back of your neck, and the warm body pressed against yours. Then it came back to you.

You had been out at the bar. You noticed a cute, curly haired guy looking at you from across the bar. You had smiled at him and he made his way over. You were out with your friends and he was with his, but you both ditched them and found a quiet corner. He said his name was Joe and the next thing you knew, you were leaning into him and he had his hands on your waist. His lips tasted like beer, but you didn’t mind. When you pulled back from the heated kiss he asked if you wanted to get out of there. You asked his place or yours. They were both in walking distance, but you went to his.

Snowflakes started to fall across the city as you made your way to his apartment. It was hard to keep your hands off each other the whole way.

"I don't normally do this," you said when you finally reached his door. "I mean like one time hookups with someone I just met."

"Oh… yea" he replied. "Its fine."

When he got the door open you stepped inside the apartment, his lips were back on yours in a second.

You blindly started to undo the buttons of your coat, which he pushed off your shoulders and his hands found their way to your waist again.

Lips reconnected, hands fumbling to tug at clothes. Your shoes were kicked off somewhere in the living room, his shirt wasn't far behind, then your dress hit the ground just outside the bedroom door.

You smiled as you remembered how much fun you and Joe had the night before, but you figured he probably wasn't looking for anything more than a hookup. You were wondering if you should sneak out before he woke up when he stirred behind you.

"Hey," he said, still holding you.

"Hi," you replied feeling completely awkward as you glanced back at him. "I was about to get going."

Joe just nodded.

You got out of bed, and found your underwear and bra and slipped them on. You spotted your dress, of course it was a sparkly one that would stand out as you walked home. But that's when you glanced out the window.

"Oh my god," you muttered.

Joe came up behind you in just his boxers and spotted what you did. "When the hell did it snow that much?"

There had to be at least six inches of snow covering the Chicago landscape with no sign of it stopping. You glanced at the strappy heels and the short dress in your hands. You'd never make it home with all your toes if you went out like that.

"News says all non-essential people should stay indoors today and not try to venture out until the snow stops and they can get the roads plowed.

You glanced over his shoulder and saw the bright red headline on his phone screen.

"Great," you muttered.

"Come on," he said nodding toward his bedroom again. You followed as he pulled out a pair of sweatpants and a tee shirt from a drawer and handed them to you. "Might as well be comfy," he smiled.

"Thanks," you smiled as you slipped into the clothes. You noticed they smelled good, like him.

"Want coffee?" He asked after he also pulled on clothes and headed toward the kitchen.

"Sure," you replied as you sat down on one of the stools at his kitchen counter. "And sorry for imposing like this."

"Don't worry, I don't mind having a pretty girl hanging out with me," he smiled.

"Do you have pretty girls hanging out here a lot?"

"Nah, only when we have really bad snow storms," he laughed and you laughed as well. "But I guess now is a chance to get to know each other," he shrugged.

You knitted your brows together, but couldn't fight the smile forming. "Sure, what else are we gonna do?"

"Well, last night was fun, so we can always do that again."

You laughed as you took a sip of your coffee. "It's definitely on the table," you smiled.

As you spent the morning getting to know each other, you realized that Joe was more than a guy you’d want to hookup with just once. He was really cool and you could feel yourself getting a crush on him.

It was mid afternoon by the time you heard a plow coming down the street. You and Joe had been sitting on the couch talking and hadn't even noticed it had stopped snowing.

"I guess the roads must be open again," you said, glancing over your shoulder at the window.

"Yea," Joe said almost sadly. "But you don't have to go, if you don't want I mean."

You cocked your head to the side and eyed him suspiciously. "Joe, do you wanna maybe not make this a one time thing? And like, maybe go out again on a real date?"

Joe grinned, his blue eyes sparkling. "Yea, I do," he said before leaning in and capturing your lips against his.

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chelswriting · 7 years

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Imagine Watching A Scary Movie With Patrick

Author’s Note: So, I watch Stephen King’s It over the weekend and let me tell you, the movie is SO GOOD! That movie will be mentioned in the imagine, but I will not be giving any spoilers because y’all gotta watch it. If you do, please remember that it is a scary movie and there are moments of scary themes and abuse (it’s never said but through people’s actions you can tell there is abuse between an adult and a minor). – Haley xx

Being squished between Joe and Patrick to watch the latest scary movie was something you were all too familiar with. Ever since becoming friends with the band, this was something you all would do whenever they had enough time to leave stardom to just do something fun. You five snuck away after tonight’s concert to catch the midnight show of Stephen King’s It; a movie you had been dying to watch since you saw the previews of it.

So here you were, taking popcorn from Joe’s bucket while trying not to scream your lungs out at every jump scare. You and Patrick had your arms on the same armrest and when the newest jump scare happened, Patrick grabbed your wrist with his fingers. You didn’t notice because you had almost flipped the popcorn bucket in Joe’s lap while being freaked out.

Another light-hearted moment followed that and your heart could rest for a moment. You felt the heat of Patrick’s arm against yours and looked down at the armrest. His fingers were still wrapped around your wrist which caused you to blush slightly. You had always had a crush on Patrick since becoming friends with him.

Patrick sensed you looking at his hand and let go of you. “Sorry,” he mumbled, folding his hands in his lap.

You nodded, “It’s fine,” you whispered.

You two continued watching the movie. This movie was filled with the most gut-wrenching jump scares and when the scariest came onto the screen, you and the entire movie theater screamed. You grabbed the closest thing to you, which was Patrick’s arm and buried your face in it. “Fuck this,” you heard Patrick say when you finally had enough courage to look at the large screen.

You clung to Patrick’s arm for the rest of the movie and hid your face one more time before the movie ended. When the lights came back on and everyone started leaving, you five sat there until everyone left so not to cause so much fuss.

“You okay?” Patrick asked you. “You screamed a lot.”

“Yeah,” you said. “It was just terrifying. I can’t wait to watch it again.” Patrick chuckled and shook his head. “Um, sorry for holding on to you for dear life.”

“Nah, it’s fine,” Patrick said. You could see the tips of his ears turn red. “Sorry for trying to hold your hand in the beginning.”

“It seems like we both need each both during this movie,” you pointed out.

“M-Maybe we could n-need each other for more than just this,” Patrick stammered out. You looked over at him and saw his whole face was turning pink which made your heart swell.

You took his hand into yours, “I’d like that, Trick.”

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canyousevmyheavydirtysoul · 5 years

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Gingerbread. (Joe Trohman x Reader)

For: @sunflowerbabyboy6

Request: Some sort of Christmas Party with Joe or Patrick (I’m aware Joe’s Jewish and I don’t know if he practices Christmas or not but it’s just a thought) where they help the reader with baking because the reader is stressed out and its rlly fluffy and cute.

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED.

Note: So, uh… this request made me realise that last year I had forgotten that Joe was Jewish and I wrote Christmas imagines about him without checking if he celebrates it. Oops?

Nevertheless, I’ll be writing this about him but of course – no disrespect is intended.

Hearing a loud clang followed by a string of curses emanating from the kitchen, Joe frowned worriedly and set his phone down before rushing to investigate.

When he stumbled into the kitchen, he was met with the sight of you, hopping on one foot while clutching the other, face contorted in pain. With an arch of his brows, Joe peeked around the edge of the island and saw the assailant – a stainless steel mixing bowl.

“Aw, sweetie,” he cooed, bending to pick up the bowl and set it on the counter before taking you into his arms and leading you to one of the kitchen stools.

“And this,” you hissed, flexing your foot to try and relieve the throbbing, “is why I hardly ever bake.”

Joe scoffed. “You and me both.”

He pouted his lips and glanced over at what you’d whisked together so far before sticking a finger in the gingerbread mixture and bringing it to his mouth.

“Mm, it’s pretty good, though,” he complimented, reaching for a spoon to scoop up another taste.

“It’s horrible,” you argued with a groan, “The ratios are way off and if it flops then-“

“Relax,” he shushed you, holding up both hands and chuckling, “It tastes fine to me; I’m sure it’ll turn out great.”

A wheeze came as a response, along with a snarky remark. “Yeah, that counts for a lot since we all know how great of a baker you are.”

Gasping in offence, Joe tossed you a hurtful glare, forcing you to laugh tiredly.

“Now that wasn’t very nice of you,” he mumbled.

“I’m sorry,” you whined, sliding off of the stool and wandering over to kiss him on the cheek apologetically before rounding the corner of the island and going back to your work, “I’m just really stressed about this, okay? I promised my sister that I’d do this for my niece and if I mess up I’ll never forgive myself.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?” he offered, massaging your shoulders.

You pivoted your body slightly and pointed at the oven. “You can get me the baking sheet that’s heating in the oven. It’s hot, so be careful.”

With a nod, he moved to follow your instruction while you gave the mixture a final stir. A loud bang echoed through the room as the baking sheet was dropped next to you on the marble countertop; you turned to Joe with a confused frown.

He was sucking in harsh breaths, clutching his fingers to his chest. You clicked your tongue at him and took his injured hand.

“I told you to be careful,” you scolded, shaking your head as you brought his reddened fingers to your lips and peppered them with gentle kisses. You looked up at him and smiled. “Better?”

He beamed down at you and leaned down to kiss your lips. “Much.”

“Good,” you grinned and turned back to the mixture, “Now lets get this in the oven.”

~Approximately 45 minutes later~

“Okay. Alright. Looks decent enough,” you made an impressed face as you surveyed the gingerbread pieces on the sheet; Joe – wearing oven gloves, this time – carefully set it down on the cooling rack.

“See?” he removed the gloves and threw his hands out, smiling widely at you, “Told you it’d work out fine.”

You skewed your mouth to the side and began gathering everything you needed to make the frosting. “Eh. Let’s not get too cocky too soon. The frosting is always the trickiest part.”

“So what’s the first step?” he asked animatedly, drumming his fingers along the countertop.

Chuckling to yourself at his excitement, you cocked your head at the block of butter resting next to the bowl.

“Cutting the butter into blocks. But I’ll do that. You can sift the icing sugar.”

You passed him the necessary materials so that he could get to work and then started on the butter. You were about halfway through cutting when something told you turn to your left. When you did, you immediately erupted into a fit of laughter.

Joe’s front was almost entirely covered in icing sugar. It was caught it his hair, covering his face and even sprinkled all over his t-shirt. Opening your mouth in shock, you looked down at his hands, which were sifting the sugar much too vigorously.

Hearing your laughter and feeling his gaze on you, he turned to you with wide eyes, but his hands never stopped moving.

“What?” he questioned with genuine innocence.

“Sweetie, you’re being way too rough with that.” You closed your hands over his and slowed down their movements so that the sifted sugar was actually falling into the bowl. “Like that.”

Stepping back, you let him continue. Extending yourself upwards, you sneakily stuck your tongue out and poked his cheek, gathering a little bit of sugar on your tongue.

“How do I taste?” he smirked, stealing a quick glance at you.

“As sweet as ever,” you smiled, scrunching up your face before finally finishing off the butter.

Not too long after, you and Joe had made successfully made a batch of fluffy white icing and had done a wonderful job at working together to assemble the gingerbread house.

All that was left to do after that was to decorate it with an insane amount of sweets, which you were currently doing. You had a meticulous pattern going, making sure to make it as perfect and beautiful as possible.

And it was.

There was only one thing left to do, and you reached for the final piece of decoration. Joe’s tongue poked out of the corner of his mouth as he carefully secured a couple of Twizzlers along the awning of the house, then he stepped back to allow you to complete the masterpiece.

With a sigh of relief, you gently pressed the gingerbread man to the board, cementing him in a spot on the grass just outside the house. Once you were certain he was secure, you stepped back to admire your handiwork.

“It’s gorgeous, sweetie,” Joe complimented, kissing the top of your head and rubbing your back, “Well done.”

“To both of us,” you beamed proudly, kissing the remainder of sugar off of his cheek.

“Now we just have to-“

There was a terrible crash that shocked both of you. You slowly and hesitantly turned to survey the damage, and it was horrible.

The gingerbread house had collapsed in on itself, crushing the poor gingerbread man in the process. All you could see of him was his tiny gingerbread legs sticking out from underneath the wreckage.

Seeing all of your hard work destroyed like that made you extremely upset, and your breathing became heavy as you glared at the remnants of the house.

Joe, noticing that you were on the verge of exploding, took slow steps back, towards the front door.

“How about I run down to the store and buy one of those readymade ones, yeah?”

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Note: Haha this is based on what happened to my sister and I when we made a gingerbread house last year. (I don’t know why I’m laughing; I was actually pretty devastated.)

Any of you tried making one? x

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dreamsofpilots · 6 years

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The Lodger Pt. 3

Tyler Joseph x Reader

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

Things are heating up at The Gerard Way Boarding Home for Lost Musicians.

Warnings: Cursing, nudity, drinking. Y’know. The usual.

AN: Hahaha my hand slipped and now this...good luck. I even surprised myself, like, I didn’t plan on this happening you guys. I swear. This chapter is very long so only read it when you have time. I know some of you are still going through finals, so please don’t let this distract you.

Brendon drifted in the pool, his bum firmly planted inside of a ring floatie as his arms and legs spread through the water, paddling gently. His hair flowed out behind him when he tilted his head back to let his crown feel the coolness of the water on this hot summer day. His large black sunglasses hid his expression, and a beer drifted aimlessly beside him incased in it’s own floatie shaped like a pink flamingo.

I sat at the edge of the pool, letting my feet dangle in the water. I found myself lost in thought as I watched how the sun caught on the waves, casting ripples against the skin of my toes.

“Hey Brendon?” I asked.

“Hmm?” he hummed, reaching for his beer without looking.

I bit my lip anxiously before continuing, “What do you think of Tyler?”

Brendon shrugged, causing his floatie to squeak against his skin. “He’s alright,” he answered. “Why?”

I didn’t reply for a moment, and the silence seemed to speak louder than words because Brendon lifted his sunglasses away from his eyes, squinting at me. “Why?” he asked again, this time drawing it out.

I shrugged. “Just wondering.”

I didn’t look up, but I could hear the squeaking of the wet plastic and the splashing as Brendon slipped out of his pool donut and swam towards me. Soon, the man was drifting under the water, his hair flowing like some sort of male siren before he emerged out of the water in front of me, wearing his signature smirk.

“Does someone have a crush?” he cooed, placing his sunglasses on the concrete next to me.

My face immediately heated, and I struggled to speak. “What?! No!”

Brendon lifted himself out of the pool slightly, maneuvering in between my legs, hands on the outside of either of my thighs. Water rolled down his chest and shoulders, dripping from his hair into his eyes. I leaned back slightly from how close he suddenly was. I could even see his long eyelashes clumping with water.

“Tell the truth,” his voice dropped. I felt myself shiver, not unpleasantly.

Brendon and I had been pretty close with each other since we moved into Gerard’s. We somehow just clicked. Him, with his outrageous but kind hearted personality, and me with my more reserved self, but hiding an adventurous spirit inside. We cuddled often, and I’ve slept in his bed more than a few times when the nightmares would get bad. He wouldn't even question it, and just lift his covers, allowing me to cower against him. So having Brendon be this close wasn’t that unusual.

“I- I-” I gulped, unsure of how I felt or what to do.

Brendon tilted his head, staring at me with his large emotive eyes, a glimmer of mischief within them. “Don’t tell me I have something to me jealous about...”

He slowly inched his face closer to mine, a smirk still playing on his lips. I knew he was just teasing me, but there was something about his tone that made me unsure. His breath wisped against my lips, and I felt my own hitch in my throat.

The sound of someone clearing their throat broke both of our attention. We turned our heads to see Tyler standing there, looking extremely uncomfortable as he rubbed at the back of his neck.

“Um, I, just wanted to let you guys know that I’m heading out for a bit. I’ll be back later.” he said, unable to maintain eye contact with either of us for very long.

Brendon sunk back into the water, “Sure man. Have fun. Be safe.” His grin was almost too cheeky. I narrowed my eyes at him, but if he noticed, he didn’t act like it.

“Right,” Tyler locked eyes with me, then quickly looked away. “Um, bye.” He gave an awkward wave and then scurried out the back gate.

Brendon laughed as the gate clicked securely behind Tyler. He swam back to his floatie, diving under before popping back up in the center of it, reaching for his beer that was still floating by.

“What was that about?” I asked, unable to hide my flustered and slightly annoyed tone. The man shrugged again and I gave up with a groan. Lifting my feet from the water, I stood, brushing off my shorts as I did so. I collected my towel and turned towards the house, noticing Andy and Pete coming out. They were both carrying towels of their own and clad in their swim trunks.

“Hey,” Andy acknowledged softly.

I smiled at the both of them as I walked past, eager to be back inside. Joe and Dallon were jamming together in the living room when I walked past. “Where’s Patrick?” I asked.

“Taking a nap,” Joe answered, not dropping his riff for even a moment.

I nodded and headed up to my room, making sure to take quiet steps as I went past Patrick’s room. Sure, there was always music playing in this house, but that was something we all took comfort in, so I didn't want my footfall to be the thing that woke him up.

Tyler’s side of the bedroom looked so tidy compared to mine. His bed was made, and his keyboard was tucked away neatly into the corner. My side however, had clothes and pages filled with tabs strewn all over the place. I sighed, Tyler probably hated sharing rooms.

Deciding to do something about this, I began to clean my room. I thought about vacuuming but remembered Patrick and promised myself that I would do it later. About halfway through cleaning, my phone started buzzing in my back pocket. I pulled it out and smiled when I saw who it was.

“Hey Gee,” I answered.

“Hey! How are you?” he asked, his voice held a pleasant smoothness.

I debated how much I wanted to tell him, because technically things were fine, but there was still some awkwardness between me and Tyler, and then Brendon suddenly acting strange this afternoon.

“Things are...fine..”

Gerard laughed, “Why does your tone say otherwise?”

I shrugged before remembering that he couldn’t see me. “I don’t know man, it’s just getting used to having another addition I guess.”

“Tyler’s not giving you any trouble is he?” The man slipped into his overprotective voice.

“No, no,” I assured him, “Nothing like that. It’s just, an adjustment is all.”

“I see. As long as you’re okay.”

“Yes Gee, I’m fine.” It was always nice how much Gerard cared about all of us. Made me feel like there was actually a person who loved me in this world.

After making sure that I was, in fact, alright, Gerard asked how all the others were doing, and I let him know the gist of how they were. Then, after a while of catching up with him, he got to his reason for calling. “So I actually have another motive for calling you,” he began.

“Should I be worried?” I asked jokingly.

“Nah, not at all. I was just wondering if you could do me a small favor?”

“Sure, what’s up?”

“In my bedroom, there’s a black notebook in the nightstand. I was wondering if you could take it to my buddy’s club for me?”

I told him I could, and after working out a few more details, we ended our call. My phone buzzed again as I made my way downstairs, but it was only a text from Gerard with the address of the club.

It felt strange entering Gerard’s room. It was like a forbidden space and I felt as if I was sneaking around. The room itself was simple, but reflected his love of comic books as well as his other interests. It still held a bit of his scent, which I found strangely comforting. It was Gerard that had rescued me from my old way of life though, so I suppose it made sense.

“What are you doing?” I heard Brendon ask from behind me as I reached into Gerard’s nightstand drawer.

I turned to look at him, seeing him lean against the doorway, rubbing a towel over his head. He gave me a seductive look, though I’m not sure if he was conscious of it, and I felt my cheeks color.

“Gerard asked me to run an errand for him.” I said, squeezing by the tall man. He followed me down the hallway to the living room.

It was just Dallon in the living room now, watching tv, and Patrick was awake and rummaging around in the kitchen as I headed to the door to put my shoes on.

“I was thinking of throwing a little party, the other guys are in, but I wanted to make sure you were cool with it too?” Brendon gave me his award winning smile.

I shrugged, “It’s fine by me as long as it’s not too big and crazy.”

Brendon smirked and I narrowed my eyes at him. He didn’t waver though so I sighed, giving up.

“Just don’t break anything!” I pleaded as I headed out the door.

“No promises!”

Maps said that the club wasn’t too far away, and the weather was nice so I decided to hoof it, popping my headphones in to have something to jam to as I walked.

When I finally reached the address, I scoffed a little bit at the name written in red neon letters against a black painted building. ‘The Scorpion Room.’ It was a bit cheesy, if I was honest, but if this person was a friend of Gerard’s, I was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt.

I expected to see a bar as well as a stage when I opened the door. What I wasn’t expecting was to run headlong into Tyler as he tried to make his way out of the venue.

“Oh gosh,” he said, gently gripping my arms to prevent me from toppling over, “Are you okay?”

I was a bit stunned to see him there, and felt something flutter for a very brief moment in my stomach before deciding to shake it off. I gave him a reassuring smile, “Yeah, I’m fine. Wasn’t expecting to see you here though.”

Tyler released his hold on me, shoving his hands deep into his jeans pockets. “They’re having an event here in a few weeks where local bands can play a few songs. I signed my band up. I figured it would give me and my friend something to work for and also give us time to prepare.” He hunched his shoulders a bit, as if he were uncomfortable with this decision.

I tapped his shoulder briefly, almost instantly regretting it, feeling like I had broken some unspoken barrier between us. “I’m sure you guys are going to be great. I always love hearing you play since you’ve been around. I can’t imagine what the whole shebang would look like.”

Tyler’s eyes widened for a moment as he held my gaze in his. Then he ducked his head, bringing a hand up to twirl a lock of dark hair. “We’ll see,” he mumbled.

“I’m here on an errand for Gerard, are you heading back home?” When he nodded I continued, “Would you mind hanging around for a bit? We can go back together.”

Tyler shrugged, “Sure. I’ll just wait outside.”

When he stepped out the door, I took in my surroundings. The club reminded me of a speakeasy, but with a stage on one side, and a bar on the other. The two sides were separated by a copper colored metal rail, still leaving plenty of standing room in front of the stage.

There were red couches in the far back, which I assumed was some kind of VIP section, and the ceiling had mirrored tiles that reflected the lights from the bar and the stage, helping to illuminate the dark space more. Overall, it looked like a cool place.

No one was around, so I wandered over to the stage. There was a drum kit and some amps, as well as other equipment on it. Though, they were kind of scattered about, not quite set up for use. I noticed a white paper posted on the wall next to it, and when I investigated it further, it looked like a sign-up sheet for the event that Tyler had mentioned.

I scanned through the names, recognizing a couple from the local scene. Then, I looked at the most recent name at the bottom. ‘Twenty One Pilots,’ was scrawled somewhat sloppily in red ink. I smiled to myself, this must be the name of Tyler’s band.

“Can I help you?” a gruff voiced asked from behind me.

I spun around in surprise. A man stood behind me with short cropped black hair, and tattoos that crawled up his arms and neck. I could make out what looked to be a scorpion on his neck, but something about it seemed a little off. I could now guess how this place got it’s name though.

“I-I’m looking for Frank? Gerard sent me...” I stuttered. Though this man wasn’t very tall, he was quite intimidating.

The man nodded, smiling. It brightened up his features instantly. “Ah, Y/N? Gerard told me you would be bringing his notebook.”

I nodded, handing it to him. He took it and flipped through the pages, smiling to himself.

“Thanks for this,” he said when he finally looked up. “I would have come to get it myself, but Gee said that you guys at the house can be overwhelming sometimes.”

I chuckled, “Some of us are a handful.” I couldn’t help but think of Brendon and Pete, the worst offenders out of all of us.

Frank nodded in understanding as we fell silent. After a few moments where I wasn’t sure what to say, Frank saved me by holding up the notebook in a wave. “Well, thanks kid.” He said, turning away.

I watched as he walked through a door next to the bar to a backroom. Once he was gone, I turned back to the sign-up sheet. Should I sign up too? After deliberating with myself for a while, I decided against it. Busking on a street was one thing, but playing in a cool venue with talented local bands on the roster? There was no way I was ready for something like that.

When I went back outside, Tyler was sitting on one of the concrete parking bumpers, staring at the sky as it began to color for the sunset.

“Ready to go?” I asked, causing the boy to jump at the sudden break in silence. He nodded, rising to his feet and dusting off his pants, and we both started walking in the direction of home.

For a while, we were silent as we walked, nothing but the sound of our shoes scuffing against the sidewalk between us. I stared down at our feet, feeling myself zone out as I looked at Tyler’s gray beat-up Vans. They suited him somehow, a shoe that was normally worn by creative types and the rebellious. Yet, his were simple and worn out, well loved shoes. They reminded me of himself, or at least what I had come to know of him so far, which wasn’t much. Tyler seemed like a simple guy, one that you wouldn't pick out of a crowd usually. But from what I had heard of his music, he was incredibly deep and creative, and there was something so beautiful under that simple exterior. Those beat up Vans somehow represented to me how damaged he was, but that he kept trying to be himself.

Or maybe they were just shoes.

“Are you nervous about doing the show at The Scorpion Room?” I asked him, after drawing myself out of my spiral of thoughts.

He looked at me as if he was surprised that I chose to speak with him. His eyebrows were raised, and his mouth pressed into a tight thin line before he looked straight ahead somewhat thoughtful. “Hmm, I suppose so.”

I waited for him to elaborate, and after a few more moments, he seemed to catch on that I wanted to hear more.

“It’s always scary revealing yourself to a room of strangers. Music is so personal, and these people could take these songs that I’ve written and completely eat them up. Or, they could turn around and tear me down and take this part of me that I’ve decided to share with them and completely destroy it.” His brows furrowed and he fell quiet. He looked as if he was fighting with himself over divulging so much to me.

I hummed thoughtfully, drawing his eyes to me. They were reserved but also held a light within them. “I think you’re incredibly brave,” I said. He tilted his head in question. I met his eyes, “I had the chance to sign up too, but I didn't. I don’t even play in front of the boys back home that often. It’s hard for me to reveal that side of me, because as you said, music is so personal. It’s my essence handed to you on a plate, and it’s all that I have, but you might not even like the flavor.”

Tyler nodded, looking at me with an expression that I couldn’t read, his cheeks dimpling with his small smile. “Yeah, that’s exactly the feeling.”

“But you’re great.” I continued, and he shook his head. “No, you are! I love listening to you play your ukulele. I haven't heard you sing much, but what I've heard is unlike anything else out there right now. And it’s so real, and relevant and-” I realized I was rambling, “anyway.”

Tyler shrugged but smiled again, replying with a soft voice, “Thank you.”

We fell quiet, but our eyes met, and I felt something connect between us, like we had come to some sort of understanding. I felt myself get slightly lost in his warm brown eyes as I had earlier in my own thoughts.

“Would you want to come see us play?” he asked, tugging at his hair nervously.

“Of course!”

He smiled at me, and I was sure I was beaming at him. I finally felt as if we were becoming somewhat friends. Though, there was a tiny voice dancing in the back of my skull screaming that that wasn't enough. Being friends wasn’t enough.

I stumbled slightly, tripping over an invisible rock. I ended up bumping my shoulder with Tyler’s, apologizing profusely. He just chuckled, nudging my shoulder back. Warmth pooled in my tummy before I became distracted by the rhythmic thumping that resounded though the air.

Our heads snapped up, seeing that we had made it home, and before us was complete and utter chaos.

Music blared from the open windows and doors of the house, the lawn was littered with toilet paper, cups and other random things. Bodies flowed in between the house and the front yard as they danced, and drank, and rioted around. It looked like some sort of frat party. Yeah, there were some girls around, but it was mostly dudes bro-ing out.

Tyler and I ducked as someone used a slingshot to fling a water-balloon across the yard at some unsuspecting group of people. Shouts rose up from them, and laughter from others. I heard something crash inside the house and cringed.

Fucking Brendon.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear, Brendon exited the house, holding what looked like tall shot glasses of milkshakes, probably spiked. As I was about to yell my displeasure at this “little party,” I was distracted by hearing an uproar of laughter that sounded oh-so familiar. I turned to see Pete and Joe gearing up with the slingshot.

They let loose a balloon and it soared through the air, Tyler and I turning to watch it’s trajectory, before it landed square in the chest of none other than Brendon Urie. His tray of shots fell to the ground and he squealed in displeasure. “My milkshakes!” he shouted, holding his hands to his chest.

Pete laughs, “We don’t need any more boys in this fucking yard!”

Brendon flicks him off before his eyes land on me. His face lights up in a smile, “Oh hey Y/N!” I began stomping towards him and his face immediately fell noticing the anger roll off of me in waves. He held his hands up in defense when I made it in front of him. “Before you say anything, look how much fun Patrick is having!”

He pointed inside the house, where I saw Patrick with a cup in his hand, dancing and laughing and enjoying himself. I growled, Brendon knew my weak spot. I turned and glared at him. “Fine,” I snapped, shoving my finger into his chest, “but you’re cleaning all this up tomorrow. By. Your. Self.” I broke up my words and poked him each time for emphasis.

He nodded and smiled, taking me into the house and handing me a drink. Patrick saw me and whooped in excitement, drawing me in to kiss my cheek and hug me. “Dance with me!” he yelled in my ear over the thumping bass pounding from our very large speakers. I allowed myself to get lost in the moment with him and my friends, only realizing much later, and when I was a lot more inebriated, that I had lost track of Tyler at some point.

It wasn’t long until my vision was blurred, and I giggled at literally everything. I spent most of my time with my friends besides Tyler. He must have run off somewhere.

As the party progressed, I found myself drawing closer, and closer to Brendon. He was my best friend in this house so it wasn't really a surprise, but grinding against each other as we danced was pushing the friendship boundaries a little. I was long gone with all the alcohol in my system, but the way Brendon looked at me, the way his warmth felt against my body, and the way his breath against my cheek as he drew me so close to him made me feel, it was just what my poor drunk mind wanted.

The flashing lights bounced off his cheekbones and his eyes were darkened with drunkenness or lust or something, but I didn’t care. I wanted him. As Brendon’s fingers splayed across my hips, and his pelvis pressed tightly against mine, he ducked his head slightly as if in question. Our eyes were locked, my inhibitions were gone, so I reached up and cupped my hand on the back of his neck, drawing him down into a bruising kiss.

Fireworks erupted behind my closed eyelids, and the taste of liquor on Brendon’s tongue was so tantalizing and delicious. More. More, I wanted more. Cheers erupted around us and Brendon smiled against my lips before pulling away. He downed the rest of his drink, and I followed suit before going to get us refills.

My head pounded in a very uncomfortable rhythm. I groaned, shoving my face against a pillow as I tried to recall what had happened last night. I remembered walking home with Tyler, and that something that we had shared. I wasn’t sure what it was, but I knew I liked it. Ever since Tyler had moved in, I felt myself drawn to him, and I was so curious to see why that was. Whether it was a crush or simple admiration for his music.

Then I remembered the party, my friends enjoying themselves. The music was good, the alcohol was better. Then there was Brendon-

I gasped and sat up in bed, only to see that I wasn't in my bed. There was also the disturbing fact that the blanket had fallen off of myself to reveal my very nude chest. I gasped again, wrapping my arms around myself in some semblance of coverage. A headache rioted against my skull and I groaned, feeling a body shift next to me. I didn’t want to look. I didn’t want to know. But I did, I glanced over, warring within myself as I did. My eyes fell on a familiar fluff of brown hair, with a very familiar tattooed arm draped over his head.

Oh no. No no no no no. No. I could not have landed in Brendon’s bed naked. To make sure, I lifted the rest of the blanket off my body to look underneath. Yep. There were no pants or underwear on those legs. I then shyly glanced at Brendon’s legs. At least he had underwear on.

I groaned, burying my face in my hands. I can’t believe I slept with Brendon of all people, my best friend. I didn't even remember any of it! Guess this meant my crush on Tyler had to go out the window. What will I do when Brendon wakes up? Will we pretend nothing happened? Will he expect more?

A sound drew my eyes to the open bedroom door. Tyler was in the hallway, cringing after having stepped on a red solo cup, his hand gripping the banister. Our eyes locked, my breasts still exposed. I watched as his cheeks colored, before he glanced at the man who shifted in the bed next to me again. Tyler’s eyes didn’t return to mine, but his brows furrowed and a muscle worked in his jaw.

I didn’t realize I had been holding my breath until Tyler scurried away, not making a sound, and not looking at me or asking any questions. He had come to some conclusion and fled the scene, taking whatever chance I might have had at being something more to him along with him.

I sighed, letting my hands plop onto the comforter and looked again at the peacefully sleeping Brendon.

Shit.

Pt. 4

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Inferno

Anger II

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

Warning: death, hell, mentions of religion, language, actually a lot of mentions of religion, enough to need two warnings, knives, drowning

A/N: do not repost any work on this blog without explicit permission from me or kat. First appearance of the beebs! also, this chapter is really really inspired by lucifer on fox.

Part 1// Part 2//Part 3// Part 4// Part 5// Part 6// Part 7

A loud whistle scared you and Tyler out of your trance, "He addressed it to his 'Favourite Knight and The Mystery Girl,' his favouritism is sickeningly obvious."

"He chose you as a knight too, so stop being bitter, old man," Tyler scoffed back at the curly haired man. You stepped forward and took the box from his hands, "We've got it from here, go take a shower. You reek."

Joe scoffed before turning on his heel to walk away, toward the bathroom, you assumed. You placed the box on the small coffee table before sitting cross legged in front of it. Tyler took a seat next to you, watching intently as you ripped open the box.

"Awe, he got us pink, sparkly tissue paper," you mocked. You plucked each piece of the tissue paper out of the box and finally, at the bottom, saw a small sheathed blade with black and green stones on the sheathe and a skull on the butt of the shadow-casted handle, and a larger curved knife that could almost count as a sword with a black sheathe on it and a white, silver handle with jewels surrounding the very top of the handle itself.

"He did not," Tyler stood up quickly and walked to the farthest side of the room, rubbing his hand over his face, "He can't expect us to use those."

(Not my gif!!)

You landed in the pool with a very large splash and continued to be dragged down toward the bottom of the pool. You swore, in your head, you saw this in a movie once.

You kicked and attempted to get out of the person's grip, but to no avail. You just were not strong enough to fight this thing off while you were trying not to drown in the blood-filled, disgusting-tasting, red-hued water. You held your breath as long as you could but knew that eventually your body would use up all the oxygen and forced you to take a breath. Air or not.

You reached the bottom of the pool in what seemed like eons but was probably about thirty seconds. You fought yourself, forcing your mouth not to open and drag the horrendous water into your lungs, but eventually, you clamped your eyes shut, and let your burning lungs inhale the foul taste of rotten flesh, blood, and probably piss.

You couldn’t will yourself to open your eyes when you felt the person starting to poke and prod around your body, probably inspecting the best place to take a nice big bite out of.

Then, you were unconscious.

"So, what're your plans for this evenin'?" Tom asked his beautiful girlfriend. It was another day like all the others before, these past few months at least. Tom was sitting with Blondie, or 'Samantha', as he introduced her, and Harrison was next to you, hand holding yours tightly for some sort of comfort while everyone, but you, ate their lunches. Of course, Harrison did start bringing extra food so you wouldn’t go hungry, but there was only so much he could bring.

You wished that question was for you, you bloody fucking wished. You hadn't been out with your best friend in months, all his time was spent with his girlfriend.

One thing that made it worse?

She was nice. A fucking saint walking the entire fucking earth and blessing everyone as she passed them, probably curing world hunger while she was at it.

Ok, maybe you were slightly exaggerating.

It still bloody hurt, though.

"I have plans to meet my grandmother for dinner," she said, her voice so sweet you swore it was molasses, "You could join, if you want to!"

Harrison squeezed your hand tightly when you tensed up, every muscle in your body firing and tensing up at once. You looked at his face and you could see his hidden grimace. You did know him too well.

"Yeah! Totally!" Tom smiled, leaning in to kiss the girl's lips lightly. You stood from your seat, so suddenly it frightened the young couple out of their daze, and even frightened Harrison.

"I'm going to the library, Bowman is kicking my ass and I could use a study session," you stated with a small chuckle before walking out of the dimly lit cafeteria, leaving Tom confusedly staring in your wake. Harrison stood up awkwardly, wiping his hands on his jeans before taking his lunch box and signaling with his hands toward the door.

"I'm gonna, um, follow her? I'm good at maths," he explained before taking off. You hadn't made it far from the lunch room before you collapsed on a wall in the hallway. Harrison speed-walked toward your crying figure and pulled you into his body. You shook with sobs and buried your face in his gray hoodie. "It's ok, sweetheart, we'll get through this, he's just bein' stupid."

"He doesn’t like me, Haz, and he never will," you sobbed, "No one will ever like me."

"You're wrong, sweetheart, anyone would be a dumbass to not like you," he said soothingly, stroking your back in his attempt to console you, "He's a dumbass."

"Fucking dumbass! Who the fuck takes a girl with two demons surrounding her! Joe, that dumb ass damned is getting erased if I ever fucking find out who it was!" You heard Tyler yelling in frustration.

"That's why Brendon gave you that power, to punish the already punished," Joe stated with a small laugh, "God knows he'd never give me the authority to do that."

You spluttered out coughs, interrupting them by hacking water out of your lungs and throat.

You opened your eyes and found yourself next to the pool with Joe and Tyler standing to your right. Joe's hair was dripping and sticking to his forehead, neck, and shoulders. Tyler was dripping, too, but it wasn’t as obvious with his short hair.

Tyler crouched down next to you and helped you sit up from your supine position on the pavement, "Are you ok? I'm sorry, I should have been on the side near the pool."

Your giggle only led to more coughing and water dribbling down your chin, "Tyler, no need to fret, I'm already dead, babe."

Tyler visibly relaxed at your jest and helped you stand.

You all walked to Joe's small home, apartment, thing, in silence.

"Uh, you guys can get comfy in here while I get her the box," Joe said as you entered the apartment. Definitely an apartment. It seemed to only have four rooms, a living room, kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom. There were two couches on either side of a coffee table, both fairly large for their purpose. There was a rocking chair in a corner with a red ottoman in front of it. Overall, it was a nice, cozy place. Everything was red or close to it, excluding the lightbulbs that had white light shining through them brightly.

So bright, you could go blind by looking at them.

Stop looking at them, dumbass! You scolded yourself, your vision becoming spotty upon averting your gaze from the bulbs.

Joe took off into either the bathroom or bedroom, you didn’t pay much attention to it. The farthest wall from the door was made entirely of clear glass, unlike all of the other windows you had seen on your trip so far. You walked over, Tyler following close behind you as you took in the view. He wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder as you sat in silence.

"Is this alright?" He asked quietly, his warm breath fanning over your ear.

"More than that," you answered him. You placed your hand over his and enjoyed the moment for a little bit longer. The view consisted of a tall mountain in the distance with snowy peaks and a long valley leading into it. You didn’t realize how high you were compared to some of the other circles, considering you saw the top of the dangerous cumulonimbus clouds of Gluttony, "The view almost makes you forget you're in hell for eternity."

Almost.

A loud whistle scared you and Tyler out of your trance, "He addressed it to his 'Favourite Knight and The Mystery Girl,' his favouritism is sickeningly obvious."

"He did not," Tyler stood up quickly and walked to the farthest side of the room, rubbing his hand over his face, "He can't expect us to use those."

"What are they?"

"Morningstar and Eveningstar," Tyler said, "Blades of Samael, Poison of God, and Azrael, Angel of Death, respectively. One eradicates people, wiping them off the face of earth and erases them from existence, the other sends them straight to the judgement of the big man upstairs. Both kill demons, and if either are used in hell, they can erase anyone. They are extremely dangerous, we shouldn’t even be allowed to touch them without serious repercussions."

"So, why did he send them to us?"

"Protection."

"Put it down! You know the power it holds!" Tyler tried to beg the man holding the blade, not wanting to proceed with a fight he knew only one person could win.

"I do know the power it holds," the man laughed evilly, "And that’s why we're going to use it to take over the land of the damned. Take down Lucifer, once and for all!"

The man held out the black, shadowy knife as if he was dueling Tyler. Tyler reached back into his back-belt loop and unsheathed the white, shining sword. He glanced at the sword in his hand and the blade in the man's hand and finally made a decision. He connected the blades, knowing that he would take it as a sign of agreement.

Jenna, forgive me.

"Tyler," you snapped your fingers in his face, trying to get his attention again. He was startled back into reality, not realizing you had moved, "What is it?"

"Nothing," he stated quickly, shaking his head. He couldn’t tell you about that.

Not yet.

"Okay..." You stated, "So, what are we doing with them?" You asked. You walked back over to the box and took them out of the box carefully. Tyler stared at you, wondering how you could pick up the blades so nonchalantly. He paid close attention to your eyes as you place the blades on the table, waiting for the darkness to take over in the presence of such weapons, but nothing. He decided to take his chances, he didn’t want what happened last time to happen again.

If a human got their paws on Azrael's blade again...

Tyler didn’t want to think about it.

"You're gonna hold the small one where no one can see it, and I'm gonna keep the sword with me. Remember this moment right now, remember the view, because it could save both of our asses. Okay, sweet cheeks?"

"Okay?" You answered, slightly worried by the look in Tyler's eyes.

It's not that I don’t trust you, it's that I don’t trust anyone, he thought to himself.

You didn’t remember falling asleep, but you knew you were at that moment. It wasn’t bad, though. You were sat in a giant pitch-black room, on the floor, with one spotlight in the center that only seemed to light up a small, about six-foot diameter circle. You stood from your spot and looking all around the room from your small circle of light.

Footsteps began approaching you, duller than high heels, but louder than regular shoes. Your suspicions were right when a man with dress shoes and a red suit walked up to you, hair perfectly gelled up and back, and a cigar poking out of his mouth as he fixed his cufflinks. His fingers had beautiful, giant rings one at least three of his fingers on each hand, and you swore his suit was Gucci.

"Hello, baby girl," he greeted, his eyes running up and down your body, "My, my, you look better than you do in video."

"What?" You could barely ask. You kicked yourself for being so vulnerable, but the man in front of you had such an odd presence, you couldn’t even think.

"What?" He smirked at you cockily and ran a ringed hand through his hair. He took the cigar out of his mouth and held it between his fingers while he scanned you. Over and over again.

"Who are you?" You asked him, finally able to get more than a word out of your mouth.

"Oh! How rude of me, we haven't formally met yet. I'm Brendon."

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