Bandom Imagines

by robinrunsfiction

Summary:

A collection spot for my Fall Out Boy, I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME, and Panic! At The Disco imagines and one shots crossposted from my tumblr. Fluff, smut and everything in between as indicated on each individual chapter.

Notes:

For my girl TheMrsMaria in response to the first sentance/last sentance challenge!

Chapter 1: Lines (Pete Wentz)

"Is your name Google because you have everything I’ve been searching for.” Brendon looked on dejected as the girl he had just approached rolled her eyes and walked away.
"Brendon, no," you said shaking your head at your friend as he came back to the table where you and Pete were waiting.
"What? I've been out of the game for a while, I don't know how to do this anymore," he said plopping down, defeated.
"Come on man, your one of the biggest rock stars in the world right now, you don't need a cheesy line," Pete reassured him.
"There are worse lines though!" He argued.
"Sure, but no girl worth having is gonna fall for them," you retorted.
"You think you're immune to a sick line?" Pete asked you with a cheeky grin. You felt your cheeks heat up, thankful for the dark club.
You had been crushing on Pete for a while now, and while you enjoyed flirting with him, you didn't think he was really that interested in you.
"How about this one," he started. "Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?"
"Don't use Dallon's lyrics like that. Next!" You said waving your hand dismissivly.
"I didn't used to be religious, but I am now because you're the answer to all my prayers," Pete recited.
"Oh I like that one," Brendon commented.
"While it may be true, it still doesn't get me going," you said with a smug smile back at Pete.
He bit his lip as he started thinking again.
"I think your suffering from a lack of vitamin me," Brendon said with a cheesy smile to accompany the cheesy line.
"Brendon, as your friend, please for the love of God, never, ever say that to a girl," you said looking him dead in the eyes, gripping his arm to emphasize the point.
"Do you have a name, or can I call you mine?" Pete whispered in your ear.
You gasped lightly, goosebumps spreading up your arms at the words and the feeling of his breath against your ear and neck. He must have noticed your reaction as he ran his hand up your bare forearm. You looked at Pete and instead of a goofy grin, his eyes were pleading with you, looking for a response in yours.
"I'm gonna go try that religion line on that blonde over there," Brendon said suddenly after surveying the crowd. "I'll see you guys in a bit," he said getting up.
"Good luck," Pete called after him, his hand still on your arm. Then he turned his attention back to you. "So can I?"
"Can you what?"
"Call you mine?"
"Pete..."
"(YN) I've liked you for so long, and I think you like me too."
You nodded.
"So won't you be mine?" He asked again.
"Yea," you said softly.
He leaned in slowly, pressing his lips against yours and it was like the whole club fell away. When you pulled back you almost felt dizzy.
"Wanna dance?" Pete asked with a grin.
"Sure," you smiled back.
"So, are you sure none of those other lines would have worked?" He asked as you made your way to the floor.
"Sorry babe, even though I'm already into you, a girl has to have some standards," you laughed.
"Even if true?" he asked as his hands found your waist and you started dancing.
"Yep."
"Are you sure? Come on, is your name Google because you have everything I’ve been searching for.”

Chapter 2: Cookie Girl (Dallon Weekes)

In all the years of your life, you had never been called short. When you were a growing, you were always in the highest percentiles for height. When you stopped growing in your teens, you were still above average in height for a girl, but no one assumed you were a basketball or volleyball player. Just comfortably above average.

So when you were standing back looking at the very last bottle of almond extract at the back of the top shelf in the busy Target store a couple weeks before Christmas you were not pleased.

‘Well if I want something done, I gotta do it myself,’ you thought before stepping on the bottom shelf to try to add a couple inches.

Leaning onto your tiptoes you reached up and thought you may have just barely grazed the package when your boot slipped off the shelf and you fell off the shelf.

“Woah, careful,” you heard someone say behind you, grabbing your arm.

“Oh, thanks you,” you said when you were safely back on two feet on the ground. You turned around to face the person who helped you and were absolutely dumbstruck. He was gorgeous, and tall. Really tall.

“Do you need some help with that?” He asked politely.

“Oh yea, thanks,” you said as you watched him easily grab the small bottle and he handed it to you.

“I’m not used to being too short, I’m a little humbled,” you laughed, and he laughed as well. Yep, he somehow found a way to get more gorgeous.

“I don’t think I have either,” he replied. “Umm, my name is Dallon.”

“I’m (YN),nice to meet you, thanks again for your help,” you said trying not to blush. Was this guy actually flirting with you?

“Not a problem at all,” he said with a smile. God why was the heat going up in the store. 

“I’d be totally screwed if I couldn’t get the almond extract, I have some pretty amazing cookies I was going to bake tonight,” you said. “I should give you some as a reward for saving the day for me.” 

‘Woah, when did I get so smooth?’ you thought as soon as the words left your mouth.

“Well maybe we could get coffee tomorrow and you could bring me some then?” He asked tentatively.

“Yea, that would be great,” you replied with a smile, and he grinned back.

You exchanged phone numbers and agreed to meet up at a cafe the next afternoon.

When you got home, you set right to work preparing the cookies. They were a family recipe of Spritz cookies handed down for generations, and you had been baking them for years, but these might just be the most important batch you ever prepared.

You meticulously decorated them with red, green, and white sprinkles, and were quite pleased with the end result. You found a paper box that you had leftover from a previous cookie exchange and packaged them up. Granted you had originally planned to make them for the a work potluck, but the recipe made so many, no one would notice if a dozen were missing.

The next morning you got up and got ready for your date. You tried to find the right balance of it’s-cold-as-hell-because-it’s-winter, but cute, but not trying too hard. You settled on a magenta sweater, leopard print scarf, skinny jeans, and your ankle boots. Wearing heels was sometimes an issue with guys you dated, but it certainly wouldn’t be with Dallon.

You arrived at the cafe right on time and Dallon was waiting by the door. When he saw you approaching, he smiled wide.

"Hey, how did the cookies turn out?” He asked.

You held out the package to him. “Help yourself! They’ll be great with coffee.”

“Then let’s go in!” He said opening the door for you.

You both ordered your coffee, and Dallon paid, “since you brought the snacks” and you found a tucked away table to sit at.

“So what do you do?” You asked after talking about the origin of the delicious cookies, how crazy busy Target was the day before, and what you do for a living.

“I play in a band. We actually have a show tonight downtown,” he replied.

“Oh wow, what do you play?”

“Bass and vocals.”

“Very cool,” you said smiling at him as you took a sip of your coffee.

“If you wanted to come tonight, I could get you on the list,” he asked.

“I do have work in the morning, but sure, I could come for a while.”

“Awesome, I think you’ll like it,”

You continued to discuss music and TV shows you both enjoyed until you glanced at your watch.

“Not that I want this afternoon to end, but don’t you have to go soon for your soundcheck?”

Dallon also checked his watch, his face suddenly shocked. “You’re right, I’m gonna be late. I’m sorry to rush out like this, but I’ll see you tonight, right?” He asked standing up and pulling his coat on.

“Wouldn’t miss it!” You replied, also standing up.

“Great, I’ll see you there,” he said pulling you into a big hug. He smelled like clean laundry and you kind of didn’t want to let go, but pulled back to send him on his way with the remaining cookies.

When you arrived outside the venue that evening, you saw from the marquee there were a few local bands playing tonight.

“Ticket?” The doorman asked when you approached.

“Umm I’m on the list,” you replied, unsure of how these things worked.

“Name?”

“(YFN) (YLN)”

“Enjoy the show,” he said with a smile, standing back to let you in.

You went to the bar and grabbed a drink, then waited for the show to begin.

The first band was ok, but not your favorite sound. The second band was fine too. But then came the band you were there to see.

“And now give it up for I Don’t Know How But They Found Me!”

You started to press your way through the crowd to get closer. The music was fantastic and you danced along to every song. You were worried Dallon wouldn’t notice you there, but you caught he eye and he shot you one of his amazing smiles.

After their set was done, you got back to the back edge of the crowd for the last band.

“Hey!” You heard someone say behind you. You turned and it was Dallon.

“Hey! Oh my God that was so cool! When you said you did vocals, I didn’t know you were the lead singer, and that there are just two of you in the band! But it’s so cool and you guys are so different!”

Dallon laughed as you fawned over the band. “I’m just really glad you came out tonight,” he said beaming down at you, the space between you not very large at all. You held your breath for a moment, wondering what was about to happen when the drummer from the band came up and clapped Dallon on the back.

“Hey guys what’s going on?” He asked, smiling at both of you.

“Oh hey Ryan, this is (YN)-”

“Cookie girl!” He said cutting Dallon off and you laughed.

“Yep, I made the cookies!”

“Dallon would only let me have one, and it was very good. It’s nice to meet you, he’s been talking about you nonstop since he got here tonight.”

You laughed again and Dallon nervously ran a hand through his hair. “Thanks man,” he said sarcastically. Ryan laughed at the embarrassment he caused as he walked away.

“I should probably get going, I have work in the morning, but maybe we could hang out again sometime soon?” You asked.

“Yea, totally,” he replied with a goofy grin, holding out his arms, enveloping you in a big hug. You leaned up and placed a kiss on one of the glitter dots on his cheek.

“Have a good night,” you said over your shoulder as you headed toward the exit. Dallon stood watching until you were out of sight.

“So are you gonna see Cookie Girl again?” Ryan asked, snapping Dallon out of his daze.

“I hope so,” he replied with that same goofy smile.

Chapter 3: Merry Christmas, I Missed You So Much (Patrick Stump)

Notes:

There is an amazing little Christmas song on youtube by Taking Back Sunday called “Merry Christmas, I Missed You So Much” and I highly recommend listening while reading this.

You sat staring out the window of a cafe, watching shoppers pass by with bags full of presents, grins on faces, faint laughter just on the other side of the glass. It was a damp, foggy afternoon, the kind of weather you loved, especially this time of year. The way the Christmas lights sparkled against the grey mist was something magical to you.

But the happy people and twinkling lights couldn’t fill the hole you felt in your heart. Your boyfriend Patrick was away on tour with his band Fall Out Boy. They were just starting to gain popularity and they had been touring almost nonstop.

You were attending Northwestern University and you were really hoping Patrick would be back around Chicago for at least a few days while you were off for winter break, but no such luck. You understood that this really was his dream and you supported him completely, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t tough.

You found yourself envious of your friends making plans with their significant others for over the break. Sure you’d head over to your parents house for Christmas, but it wasn’t the same without him.

Suddenly your phone started ringing in your pocket. Pulling it out, you grinned seeing it was him.

“Hey Trick!”

“Hey baby, how’s it going?”

“Just taking a break from studying to get some more coffee so I can stay up all night studying,” you said rolling your eyes. He laughed softly on the other end. You sighed, you missed that laugh so much. “Where are you guys tonight?”

“Somewhere in Jersey, I don’t even know, I’m just glad to be out of that damn van. (YN), it smells in there… it smells so bad!” He cried dramatically and you laughed heartily at his suffering. You wanted to tell him it served him right for being gone so long, but you couldn’t ever tell him that, you’d feel too guilty.

“Ugh, I miss you so much,” you said rubbing your tired eyes.

“I know, I miss you too,” he replied quietly.

You both sat silently on either end of the call, thinking about all the things you wanted to say. Suddenly from his end there was a commotion.

“The guys are back and we gotta go to soundcheck. I love you (YN).”

“Love you too Patrick, tell the guys hi for me.”

“Will do, talk to you later,” he said before hanging up.

You sighed as you slide your phone back in your pocket, pulled on your jacket and headed out into the cold evening. You did have finals to study for and throwing yourself a pity party in a coffee shop wouldn’t help anything.

Later that evening you were staring at the piles of notes in front of you when your roommate Molly knocked on your door.

“Hey, so I’m actually gonna leave for winter break early. Ben got us an earlier flight to his parent’s out in Denver!” She said, excited by her news.

“Oh that’s great for you guys. Don’t you have any more exams?”

“Just one more tomorrow morning, then we’re off! Please promise you won’t spend the entire break moping over your boyfriend being gone.”

You rolled your eyes. “That’s easy for you to say, your boyfriend is taking you to the mountains for Christmas. I’m taking going to my parents, and then coming back to this,” you said waving your hands at your messy room. “And no boyfriend.”

“Just try to have some fun. You haven’t been yourself lately. You need to relax and maybe get some sleep over break, ok?”

“I have to get back to studying, don’t you have to pack or something?”

“Merry Christmas (YN),” you roommate said with an irritated tone, shutting the door behind her.

You were going to turn your attention back to your pile of notes when all the stress of the end of the semester, and the holiday season hit you all at once and the sobs started wracking your body. 

You let yourself cry for a few minutes before your phone rang. It was Patrick again. You sniffled and cleared your throat, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

“Hello?”

“What’s wrong?” Damn he was good.

“I’m just… really stressed about this history exam tomorrow. If I don’t do well, my GPA is gonna suffer,” you lied. 

“I thought you were doing really well in history,” he replied, his voice sounding even more concerned. You had to hand it to him, he really was a great boyfriend. He paid so much attention to you and your life and was so in tune with you. “Come on (YN), what’s going on?”

“It’s just the holidays and stress, it’s all a lot,” you trailed off.

“I’m sorry baby. I wish I could be there right now.”

“No, it’s ok,” you reassured him. “I’ll be waiting at home for you when the tour is done.”

“I know this is hard, it won’t be too much longer,” he said with a sigh.

“Yea,” you replied quietly. “Don’t worry, I’m ok, I swear.”

“Try to get some rest, I’ll call you tomorrow night ok?”

“Sounds good, love you.”

“Love you too,” he said before hanging up.

You sighed and decided to just give up studying for the night and went to bed.

~

Over the new few days, you finished your finals, completed your Christmas shopping and wrapping, and managed to catch up with your laundry.

On Christmas Eve, you packed a bag, gathered your gifts and went back to your family home.

You did your best to have a good holiday, enjoying the delicious food and drinks with your family. The weight of finals was finally off your back as well, which did help your overall mood. But nothing could make up for Patrick not being there.

Christmas morning dawned foggy and cool, just like you liked, the grey matched your mood. You exchanged gifts with your family, had another delicious meal, and then you headed back to your apartment.

When you exited the stairwell on your floor, you rounded the corner and saw someone down the hall, near your door. You groaned internally, and averted your eyes as you were not looking to make small talk with any neighbors tonight. But then you looked up again and you realized who it was.

“Patrick!” You squealed as you dropped your bags and ran to him. You threw your arms around his neck and he wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight.

“Merry Christmas!” He said with a grin when you pulled back.

“Merry Christmas, I missed you so much!”

He placed his hands on your cheeks and pulled you to him, kissing you with every bit of pent up emotion from his weeks away.

“What are you doing back now? Don’t you have more shows?” You asked when you separated.

“I couldn’t wait to come home! I had been saving up my money for a while and borrowed a bit from the guys, but I knew this is where I needed to be tonight.”

“Come on, let’s get inside,” you said unlocking the door and letting you both in. “Oh! And I can give you your present now! Tell me about everywhere you’ve been!”

Patrick just laughed and placed another kiss on your lips.

“I missed you so much,” he said when he pulled back. “I’m just glad to hear you sound more like your old self again.”

You blushed and slipped out of his grasp so you could grab his present. Patrick really did know you better than anyone else ever could. “I guess I was feeling really lonely for a while, but I didn’t want you to feel bad about being gone!”

He sat down on the sofa and you plopped down next to him.

“(YN) you can tell me how you’re feeling no matter what. Don’t ever feel bad,” he said looking you in the eyes. You nodded and handed him his present.

“I promise, now here, open. It isnt much, but…” you trailed off as he excitedly tore into the paper. He opened the box and pulled out the t-shirt you thought he’d love.

“Very cool! I’ll wear it for our next show!” He said excitedly. “I’m sorry I couldn’t afford a present this year,” he said his cheeks turning pink.

“Are you kidding? You are the best present! I am so excited that you’re here!” You replied throwing your arms around your boyfriend again.

“I love you so much (YN), I don’t know how I got so lucky. One day, we’re gonna go on a big tour and I’ll take you along and we’ll see the whole world together,” he promised while holding you close.

“That sounds perfect,” you replied resting your head on his shoulder. “Perfect just like tonight.”

Chapter 4: Chores (Pete Wentz)

Notes:

Writing this for TheMrsMaria who sent me the following prompt:

Person A: I love you
Person B: *shoving laundry basket into A’s hands* stop saying I love you to get out of chores

“Pete, come on,” you whined, from your place on the couch, wrapped in blankets on the chilly December evening. “I don’t wanna watch another Christmas movie by myself! Come watch with me!”

You heard Pete mumble something from the kitchen before you got up to find him scrubbing at the stove.

“What are you doing, hun?” 

“I’m trying to clean this house, and you could help! It’s your family that’s coming for Christmas! I don’t want them to get a bad first impression of me,” he replied, the edge to his voice making his nervousness obvious.

“This coming from the man who wrote “I don’t care what you think as long as it’s about me”? Come on, it’s fine.”

Pete rolled his eyes as he set down the sponge.

“Seriously, I’ve only ever said great thing about you to them, I’m pretty sure my parents don’t know how to Google anyone or anything, so no worries there. Just relax,” you said wrapping your hands around his middle to give him a squeeze.

Pete sighed as he shuffled toward the laundry room with you trudging along behind still not letting go of him. Pete set to work pulling the dry clothes out of the dryer and tossing them into the basket on the floor.

“Pete, have I mentioned lately how much I love you?”

He turned around basket in hand before shoving it into your arms. “(YN), stop saying I love you to try to get out of chores.”

You groaned as you took the basket, defeated. “Will you at least watch Christmas movies with me while I fold this? You do deserve a break.”

“Ok, sure,” Pete said with a smile, before kissing you on the nose and sending you out of the room with a pat on the butt.

Chapter 5: Cookie Boy (Dallon Weekes)

Summary:

Part 2 of Cookie Girl

Notes:

I am the fucking worst at titles. God, I am so sorry universe

“So are you and Dallon still a thing? It’s been like a year now.” Your friend Jennifer asked as you took a sip of your coffee. She was back in town for the holiday and you were playing catch up on each others lives.

“Umm, well, how do I explain it?” You started. “His band is taking off so we hang out whenever he’s in town, but he’s out of town a lot. So, it’s not like we’re a couple, but we’re kinda dating, I dunno. There’s no labels or whatever,” you replied nonchalantly.

“Is he seeing anyone else?” She inquired.

“I don’t think so, but I can’t say for sure. But that’s ok! It’s all casual,” you replied, reassuring yourself as much as you were trying to reassure your friend. 

Jennifer just hummed in response, not completely believing the cool girl act you were trying to put on. “I just don’t want to see you get hurt by some pretty face and a guitar.”

“Bass. He plays bass.”

“Same difference.”

You then turned the tables on her and quizzed her incessantly for a while about her own dating choices until it was time for her to go.

“Well, keep in touch this year, let me know if you ever see your world traveling rock star again,” she said as she gave you a hug.

“Thanks, I will,” you replied rolling your eyes.

Your friends didn’t quite get it, how you could be so chill about dating a musician who is gone more often than he was around, but you and Dallon just worked. When he was in town, you  were practically inseparable, hanging out at his practices with Ryan, going on dates, or just hanging out at your house or his. When he was on the road, you’d text or call, but neither of you ever put any sort of definition on what you were. You just were.

What you didn’t let on to anyone was how deeply you felt for Dallon. As you spent the last year getting to know the gorgeous musician, you found yourself slipping madly in love with him despite the fact you didn’t consider yourself to be his girlfriend. You certainly weren’t some kind of friends with benefits, but you knew you weren’t just friends either. As far as you were aware, it was a weird in-between thing that you were going to keep pretending you were fine with because you thought Dallon was as well.

Except he wasn’t.

You were at home having just finished putting the final touches on your Christmas tree when you heard your phone buzzing on the table behind you. It was a text from Dallon.

Hey, what are you doing tonight?

Chilling at home, what’s up?

Ok

You shook your head at his non-response and waited a few minutes phone in hand for anything that made a bit more sense, but didn’t get anything. Since you didn’t have anything else to do on a cold, dreary December night, you made some popcorn and settled into your couch to watch The Nightmare Before Christmas again.

About an hour into the movie you heard a knock at your door. You paused the movie and went to answer it.

“Dallon, hey, what’s going on? Come in,” you said when you opened the door. You somehow figured he’d show up from his messages earlier, but you were still confused.

“(YN), umm, I made these for you,” he said holding up a plate of cookies. They were the same type of spritz cookies you made for him on your first date.

“Thanks!” you said taking the plate. They looked like he had taken a lot of effort to make them and you were touched by the gesture.

“And I got you these,” he said pulling a bouquet of red roses from behind his back. “Because it’s been a year since the day we met.”

You felt your cheeks go red as the petals on the flowers he was holding out to you. How could you forget?

“Dallon, these are beautiful, I’m sorry I didn’t make or get you anything, I feel so bad!”

“No no no, please don’t feel bad,” he pleaded, grabbing your shoulders and rubbing them comfortingly. “I wanted to come over and talk about it.”

“Ok,” you replied tentatively. “Come on,” you nodded toward the kitchen so you could grab a vase out of the cabinet for the beautiful flowers.

“(YN), this last year has been so crazy for me and the band, and I just really appreciate that you’ve always been there for me, so patient and understanding.”

“Of course, you’re amazing, and I’m happy to support you,” you said with a smile.

“God, that’s exactly why,” he paused, looking up at the ceiling. Your heart rate sped up. He wasn’t about to dump you, was he? “That’s exactly why I want to ask you to be my girlfriend. (YN), I love you, and I don’t want to go out on another tour without making this official.”

You grinned. Dallon looked so serious and nervous, all to ask you to be his girlfriend. It was quite possibly one of the cutest things you’d ever witnessed.

“Absolutely! I love you too, I just didn’t want to say anything because I wasn’t sure if you felt the same.” You replied, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug. You looked up at him and he leaned down, kissing you passionately. Your hands slipped up so you could run your fingers through his hair as he gripped your waist. It certainly wasn’t your first kiss, but there was something so much more to it now.

When you pulled back eventually you grinned up at him again. “Come on boyfriend, I was watching Nightmare Before Christmas, I can restart it if you want.”

“Obviously,” he replied with a grin, much more relaxed than when he arrived.

“Oh and bring those cookies, I gotta see if you’re as good at them as I am,” you said with a wink at him over your shoulder.

Chapter 6: Fairy Tale (Dallon Weekes)

“Dallon! Look what just arrived!” You shouted from the front door as you had just retrieved the mail. You and your boyfriend had done DNA test kits to find out your ancestries. Growing up, your family had always told you that you had descended from nobility. The bedtime stories of princes and princesses and castles and battles filled your imagination. When you realized you had a chance to see if there was any truth to it you had to find out more.

“Here’s yours,” you said handing him the large envelope, as you tore into yours. You pulled out your paperwork and scanned over the pages quickly.

“What if it turns out we’re long lost cousins?” Dallon asked.

“Dal, I love you, but I think I’d have to break up with you,” you said rolling your eyes.

“Yep,” he said flipping through the pages. “Looks like it’s all the same as what my parents told me growing up. How about you?”

“Ha!” You exclaimed, pointing to the paper. “Ha! Right here, they said that they can trace my ancestry back to the exact region that our castle is!”

“Your family has a castle?” Dallon laughed. “How is this the first I’m hearing of it?”

“Ok, so we don’t have it anymore, but at one point we lived there. I knew there was something more to those stories! I’m gonna investigate this some more,” you said before heading to the living room where your laptop was waiting on the coffee table.

“Good luck babe, I gotta get going to practice,” he said following behind. You gave him a quick kiss before settling in to discover what you could online.

~

When Dallon arrived home, it was late, and the house was dark. When he walked in, he found you asleep on the couch, laptop back on the coffee table, but the screen was still glowing bright. As he walked over to wake you with a kiss, he glanced at the screen and was a bit surprised by what he saw. 

It wasn’t the ancestry website he expected, but rather an Etsy page selling a gold engagement ring shaped like a crown with three delicate diamonds at the three middle points of the crown. He looked back over his shoulder at you and saw you still hadn’t stirred. Curiosity getting the best of him, he quietly clicked on another tab you had open and saw it was a Pinterest board labeled “Fairy Tale Wedding” with filled with dresses and flowers. He smiled and closed the laptop before he kissed your cheek.

“Hey Sleeping Beauty, how was your afternoon?”

“Good, I got a lot of information,” you trailed off, embarrassment creeping up on you as you looked at your now closed computer. The thought of the website you were fairly certain you had left on the screen turned your cheeks pink, especially the thought of Dallon seeing it.

You loved Dallon completely, you had been together for over a year, living together for a few months now, but hadn’t discussed marriage. You wanted him to focus on his music career, you could wait for something like a wedding, all you cared about what that you were together. At the same time you couldn’t help but dream about what it would be like to walk down the aisle to him.

“Wanna tell me about it now, or go to bed?”

“Bed, I’ll tell you tomorrow,” you said hoping you’d get a chance to check your computer in the morning before he was up and to close any tabs you’d prefer for him to not see yet.

“Sounds good,” he said pulling you off the couch, kissing you deeply. When you pulled apart, you were blushing pink again.

“Mmm,” you hummed. “What was that about?”

“I just love you,” he said with that grin that still melted you every time.

You grinned and shook your head lightly. “I’m gonna go get ready for bed,” you said before retreating to the bathroom.

Dallon made like he was following you, but when he heard the door close, he turned on his heel and opened the laptop back up. He knew he had to act fast.

~

“I can’t believe I’m finally here,” you said in awe, taking in the sight of the castle as your car approached. After months of research, you were able to trace your family lineage back centuries to this castle. Dallon was on tour and had insisted that you come with, so you could take a day off with him and take a private tour.

“Does it feel like home, Your Highness?” He asked. On the flight over, you had announced that you planned to storm the castle and take it over, insisting on being called queen. Dallon obliged by addressing you with various royal titles the whole trip. You nodded in response as you grinned at the sight in front of you.

You found your tour guide and he showed you around the interior of the castle, describing the history in great detail. He then led you outside and explained some of the various films and TV shows that used the grounds as part of their shoots. When you reached the gardens, the tour guide explained that he had to run back inside for a little bit, but to feel free to explore. You started to wander along the rows of plants, meticulously landscaped shrubs, and beautiful flowers. The floral scents almost made your head spin.

“Hey Robin,” you heard Dallon say from behind you. As you turned, you saw him get down on his knee.

“What are you doing?” You gasped, hands coming up to cover your shocked face. Dallon grinned and motioned for you to come over to him. You walked over, and he reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring. He took your trembling hand.

“Robin, I don’t know where I would be without you and your selfless love. You’re everything I need and everything I want. I love you so much, will you marry me?”

“Yes!” You exclaimed. You could hardly believe this was happening, that he wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life with you. He slid the ring on your finger and you grabbed his face planting a kiss on his lips, conveying all the love you felt toward the man you would spend forever with.

When you separated and you finally took your eyes off your new fiancée, you  looked at the ring now on your finger. “Wait, is this?”

“The one you left up on your computer that night? Yea,” he responded with a light laugh. “And I know you want the fairy tale wedding, that’s why I wanted to do this here, Princess.”

“Mmm and I cannot imagine a more perfect Prince Charming.” You said as he pulled you close and held you tight.

Chapter 7: Blue Valentine (Ryan Seaman)

Notes:

Over on my tumblr, I am doing a challenge of writing a story a day leading up to Valentine's Day. This is day 1

It had already been a long day when you finally got up from your desk and went to lunch. You had forgotten that it was Valentine’s Day since you had been single for a while and had been much too busy lately to look for a date. You became painfully aware of the holiday though as your coworkers started receiving boxes of chocolates and bouquets of flowers throughout the morning. It made the office smell quite nice, but it made you feel particularly blue that nothing would be coming for you.

To try to cheer yourself up, you took yourself to lunch at your favorite diner down the street, but when you arrived, you realized that you weren’t the only person who had the same idea.

“How many, sweetie?” The hostess asked when you walked in. The diner was a frequent stop for you, and you always came alone, but the hostess always asked how many people you’d be dining with. You hadn’t decided if it was insulting, or if she was just optimistic that one day you would have a friend with you.

“One,” you replied gloomily. She looked around the busy dining area.

“Looks like we only have one spot open at the counter, is that ok?”

“That’s fine,” you replied, before making your way to the open spot between two older gentlemen, one you recognized as a man named Bill, who you had spoken to a few times before. He smiled at you pitifully as you sat down, and the one on your left downed his coffee and left.

“Geez, I’m chasing all the men away,” you muttered under your breath. Bill chuckled quietly and went back to reading his newspaper. 

You opened your menu and decided straight away you were going to treat yourself. When the waitress came over you ordered a double stack of chocolate chip pancakes with extra whip cream and a coffee. Feeling bored and more than a little awkward, you pulled out your phone and started scrolling. 

“Excuse me, is this spot open?” You heard a voice ask.

You turned and saw a man with bright blue hair standing behind you. “Nope, totally available,” you replied with a smile as he sat down. You put your phone away, suddenly hopefully about your lunch break.

“Place sure is packed,” he remarked as he glanced through the menu.

“Yea, I’ve never seen it like this,” you replied.

“My name’s Ryan, by the way,” he said with a smile that reached all the way to his eyes, as he glanced up from his menu.

”(YN).” Just then the waitress returned with your coffee before turning her attention to Ryan and taking his order.

“I thought you were chasing the men away today,” Bill said quietly.

“Oh, can it Bill,” you replied with a harsh whisper, rolling your eyes

.“So do you come here often?” Ryan asked after placing his order.

“Once in a while, usually when I’m having a tough day at work I come down for a long lunch. You?”

“I’ve been here a few times after a show, but this is definitely a different crowd than I’m used,” he replied surveying the dinner that was filled with a lot of senior citizens enjoying the Valentine’s Day special discount meal.

“I suppose this is a different sort of blue hair than you’re used to,” you said with a laugh, hoping the joke would land.

Ryan let out a loud laugh as he put one hand over his mouth and the other on yours. “That is true,” he replied. You let you a sigh and grinned at his response.

The conversation flowed easily between you and Ryan as you talked about his band, music, and the best types of breakfast foods until your orders came out. You suddenly felt a little self-conscious of your massive order of pancakes and the mountain of whipped cream on top. 

“You weren’t kidding about pancakes being your favorite!”

“I never kid about pancakes,” you laughed.

As you both dug into your meals, an older lady came up behind you.

“Excuse me, I just wanted to say you two are the cutest couple in this whole diner. I can tell you’re very good together, you light each other up,” she said warmly.

“Oh, umm,” you stammered, blushing feverishly.

“Actually we only just met,” Ryan said, much more coherently than you could have in the moment. “But maybe you’d like to go out sometime?” Ryan asked you.

“Yea, I’d love to!” You replied with a grin before stuffing a fork full of pancakes in your mouth to keep yourself from squealing with delight.

Both you and Ryan finished your meals and paid before making your way outside into the cool February air.

“I’ll call you tonight then, maybe we can go on that date this weekend?” he asked tentatively.

“Can’t wait,” you replied. Just then he reached out and took your hand, giving it a squeeze as he placed a kiss on your cheek, which lit up with a blush as soon as he did.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, (YN).”

He was right, now it was a Happy Valentine’s Day.

Chapter 8: The (After) Life of the Party (Ryan Ross)

Notes:

The title was specifically chosen for TheMrsMaria who said she would riot if I didn't call it this

For my Valentine's Day Challenge over on my tumblr, robinrunsfiction

It was just about dusk, and Ryan was running late. He was supposed to be at the venue soon and he knew if he didn’t cut down this alley, he would never make it on time. His pace quickened as he hurried between the old brick buildings when someone stepped out, blocking his way out of the alley in front of him.

His big brown eyes grew wider and he started to back up, but when he looked back, there was someone else coming up behind him.

“I don’t have any money, I’m just trying to get to a gig,” he said nervously.

“Well there’s a toll for coming down our alley,” the man in front of him said gruffly.

"Seriously, I have nothing.” He could barely make out their faces in the dark as they approached.

“You gonna lie to us? Right to our faces? I can see you have that guitar. Hand it over.”

“Its all I have, I need it to make any money, come on, let me go.”

“You owe us,” the man behind him snarled. Ryan could feel the man’s breath on the back of his neck. He was starting to panic. He tried to slip past the man in front of him, but he blocked his path and suddenly he felt a cold, sharp pain in his side.

He dropped his guitar case and wrapped his arms around the wound. He groaned in pain until the heavy boot came down on him, and everything went black.

~

(YN) carried in the last box into her new home. It had been a long process buying it, but she felt great to have hit such a major life milestone. She had known the instant that she walked into the house the first time that it was where she belonged. It was built in the 1960′s and the previous owners hadn’t done much to update it, but that’s exactly why she loved it. It appealed completely to the vintage aesthetic she surrounded herself with. There were plenty of people who said they felt like they were born in the wrong decade, but (YN) felt like it really was true. 

As she walked through the rooms, examining what was now hers, she walked through a cold spot and shivered. She looked around the hallway to see what vent caused the cold air, but didn’t see anything.

She continued on to her bedroom and started to unpack. After a while (YN) started to feel like she was being watched. Setting down the sweater she was folding, she got up and started looking in every corner and edge of the house, behind every door and closet. She had locked the doors behind her, and there was absolutely no one else in the house, but she didn’t feel alone.

Ryan watched as (YN) crept through the house, looking for something. It had been decades since the night in the alley. His house and belongings had been sold off by the time he got back to his house and another family had moved in. He quickly grew bored of them. They didn’t seem to ever notice him, even when he harassed the cat or moved things around. After far too long, they left and he didn’t care. He was just as happy to be alone in his house for a while, it was his after all. He barely had a chance to enjoy it before that fateful night.

Then the realtor came in with (YN). He was instantly enthralled by her presence. He could tell she was more in tune with him than the other family. He sat back and allowed her and the realtor to tour the house in peace. He wanted her there. Soon she came back with the realtor and an inspector. Then she came back with a moving crew bringing in the large furniture. Then the the moving crew left and finally they were alone together.

When (YN) could not locate anything that would cause her to feel watched, she went back to unpacking. When she returned to her room, the sweater she had left crumpled on the bed was neatly folded.

“Umm… thank you? If whoever folded this is a serial killer, can you not? I just moved in.” There was no response, but she checked under the bed and in the closet again just to be sure.

When everything was put away in her room, she curled up in her bed, completely exhausted and fell asleep quickly. The next thing she realized it was morning and she felt hair being brushed out of her face. Her eyes fluttered open, smiling, but then she realized no one was there. She sat up and looked around.

(YN) shuffled to the kitchen, flipping on the light, to get a glass of water. When she spotted a piece of paper on the counter. She picked up the note. The writing was very faint, in shaky handwriting.

Hi, I’m Ryan

“Ryan?” She read out loud. The light in the kitchen flipped off and on. She let out a ragged breath. She wondered if she was still asleep and this was all some kind of dream. She pinched her arm, and confirmed she was very much awake.

“Yo-you’re here. You’re the one who folded my sweater.” The light flipped off and on. As the light came back on, it was like the light bulb went on in her head.

“Was this your house?” The lights went off and on again.

“Do you want me to leave?” Nothing happened.

“Ok,” she said, understanding that to mean no. She took her water and went to where her computer sat in the living room. She still felt like he was watching her.

She booted up her computer and started searching. Soon she was looking at an article about an unsolved murder of a musician in the 1960s. His name was also Ryan and his big dark eyes stared back at her from the photo accompanying the article.

“Ryan, is this you?” The lights flipped off and on. “I’m so sorry that happened to you.”

Ryan looked at (YN)’s sad face. He slipped down into the basement. He didn’t want to see her upset over him. He didn’t want her to pity him, it was decades ago and he had accepted what happened that night.

(YN) closed her laptop, suddenly feeling quite alone. Was she really just talking to a ghost? Was she going crazy?

She went back to unpacking her home and getting into a routine. Throughout the process, she felt like she was being watched, but it felt comforting. He may have been a ghost, but he wasn’t there to hurt or disturb her.

After a couple weeks, she had taken to greeting Ryan when she arrived home from work and he would flip on the lights for her. She would ramble on about her day and although he couldn’t really respond, she felt like he cared somehow.

And he did care, he cared very much. He had been living a lonely life, and that didn’t change once he was no longer living. Now he had someone who knew he existed and he felt better than he had in years. Her presence energized him. Every time he could, he would leave a note for her. The first one she found was just a flower. Then a few weeks later, it was a heart. But all he longed for was to embrace her. Truly embrace her, not just brushing the hair from her eyes as she slept.

~

(YN) was sitting quietly in a cafe by the front window enjoying the sunshine, as she sipped her coffee. The snow the night before caused slick spots on the street and the sun reflected off the ice brightly, but she was warm inside. Suddenly there was a squealing of tires, then shattering of glass, metal crushing against brick and everything went black.

(YN) opened her eyes and didn’t recognize anything. It was still sunny, but comfortably warm and she was sitting on a bench in a town square and it certainly wasn’t winter.

“Hello?”

“Finally you’re here!” A childlike voice said behind her. She whipped around to find herself face to face with a cherub.

“What is going on? Where am I?”

“You were just the most curious case. You hear people lament that they were born in the wrong decade, well you my dear really were. But it’s all settled now!”

“What’s settled? Where am I?” She repeated, fear creeping in.

“The afterlife. My name is Cupid. I’ve been keeping an eye on you your whole life just so I can ultimately get you to your match.”

“But what happened to me?” She cried.

“That car lost control and crashed through the window of the cafe you were in. You didn’t suffer dear, it was quite quick. And finally you’re here, and on such an appropriate day too.”

“What?! Why? What?!” She was stammering, trying to process everything, but her head was swimming.

“Follow me,” Cupid said, leading the way. (YN) followed, hoping to find any kind of answer. Soon she was standing behind a man with brown hair.

“Mr. Ross? I believe this is who you were looking for,” Cupid said.

The man turned around, big brown eyes bloodshot and swollen from crying.

“(YN)?” His voice cracked as he said her name.

“Ryan, is that really you?”

He approached her slowly, looking her up and down. “You left that day and never came home, I didn’t know where you went or what happened, it feels like I’ve been waiting so long.”

“There was an accident.” Cupid said quietly. “But all that matters is you’re together now and my work is done.” And in an instant he was gone.

Ryan and (YN) stared at each other in disbelief. (YN) reached out first and touched Ryan’s cheek, brushing away a tear. He leaned into the touch, finally feeling what he could only imagine for so long.

He took a step forward and wrapped his arms around her and held her close. She wrapped her arms him as well and buried her face in his neck. After a few moments he pulled back.

“Are you sure you want to spend eternity with me?”

“There has never been anyone else,” she said before pressing her lips to his. And in that moment he knew it was true.

Chapter 9: Home Sweet Home (Pete Wentz)

Notes:

This one is for TheMrsMaria who gave me the prompt "Stop fondling the potatoes and eat already". A little implied smut ahead.

For my Valentine's Day Challenge over on my tumblr, robinrunsfiction

“Stop fondling the potatoes and eat already,“ you scolded Pete from across the table.

It was your first Valentine’s as a couple and he had insisted on taking you to the nicest new restaurant in town. But when he picked you up, he seemed distracted and nervous. He spent more time pushing his prix fixe meal around the plate than he did eating it. Your comment finally broke through whatever cloud was over him and he grinned that gorgeous smile of his.

"Sorry babe, I just have a lot on my mind.”

“You know you could just tell me and maybe I could help?”

He sighed and went back to harassing his potatoes for a while longer. Then he sighed again, before digging in his coat pocket. You were starting to get quite annoyed by this point with all his huffing and puffing, so him finally taking some kind of action a relief. He pulled out a flat, rectangular box and slid it wordlessly across the table.

“I told you you didn’t have to get me anything,” you said as you picked it up. It was light and was nicely wrapped.

“You might not want it,” he mumbled looking back at his half-eaten meal.

You lifted the off the lid and pushed back the tissue paper. It was a silver key.

“(YN), you know I love you so much. Would you consider moving in with me?”

You looked up at your boyfriend, who was smiling nervously at you. “Pete, I already practically live with you, of course I’ll make it official!” You said with a grin. You got up and made your way to the other side of the table and threw your arms around his neck, planting a kiss on his lips.

“I’m really relieved, I was worried you would tell me to go to hell,” he said grinning at you when you pulled back and returned to your side of the table. “I really want to build a future with you (YN).”

Now you were grinning back at Pete. “I really want that too. I love you.”

Now that he was past the worry of asking you to move in, Pete was finally able to focus on enjoying his meal. Or he would have been if you hadn’t decided to start teasing him. You began running your foot up and down his leg under the table, daring to go a little higher each time.

“(YN).”

“Hmm?” You purred from across the table, feigning innocence.

He tried to give you a stern look, but it quickly melted into a grin as the server brought over the last course, dessert. It was now your turn to be thoroughly distracted as you dug into your treat, and gave Pete a reprieve from your teasing. He was just glad he would be able to leave the restaurant without an embarrassing situation that he would have to try to hide. Being that it was a popular restaurant, there had been paparazzi out front when they came in, and that sort of photo would certainly make headlines.

When you finished your deserts and Pete paid for the meals, you started to make your way to the car.
Pete intertwined his fingers in yours as you hurried out of the restaurant past the flashes of the photographer’s cameras. Once you were in the privacy of the car, you decided to go back to your teasing, running your fingers mindlessly up and down Pete’s thigh, pressing kisses to the side of his neck when there was no oncoming traffic for him to inadvertently drive into.

“Wanna do the honors?” He asked as you approached the front door when you finally arrived home.

“Sure” you replied pulling the key out from your purse. You bit your lip and gave him a look over your shoulder as you pushed the key into the lock.

“You make everything so fucking sexy,” he mumbled into your neck as you both stumbled across the threshold. “Welcome home.”

“Let’s go to our bedroom then,” you winked before slipping away from him, already reaching for the zipper on the back of your dress

Pete followed, unbuttoning and dropping his shirt as he stepped over your shoes, dress, discarded on the floor of the hallway, then your lingerie just outside the door. You were waiting under the covers, grinning at the sight of him and his bare skin, muscles, and tattoos.

“Get over here,” you grinned.

“You don’t have to ask twice,” he said before jumping into bed, lips on yours, skin prickling with heat as your bodies pressed together. A while later, you were curled against Pete, head on his chest, his arms wrapped around you tightly.

“You agreeing to build a future with me is the better than any present I could have asked for,” he said pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Its all I really want too.”

Chapter 10: I'd Wait Forever (Brendon Urie)

Notes:

For my Valentine's Day Challenge over on my tumblr, robinrunsfiction

“Oh hey B, what’s up?” You greeted your friend Brendon as you opened the door.

“Hey, I wanted to check up on you to see if you’re doing ok today. But judging by the number of candles you have lit, it looks like you’re gonna try some kind of summoning ritual to bring Derek here,” he said glancing over your shoulder.

“Funny. Come on in, I was just gonna facetime him. I guess I was trying to set a mood, but at the same time, things have been weird with us lately, so I don’t know why I bother.”

Brendon sat down on the couch and you sat next to him. “What do you mean weird?”

“I dunno. He’s always busy, busier than he used to be. And I’m really getting tired of not seeing him. It just isn’t the same.” You paused. “B, can I be really honest with you?”

“Of course,” he replied, sitting forward.

“I feel like I’m just going through the motions in this relationship. I don’t know how much longer its gonna hold up if something doesn’t change. He claims he’s too busy with work to come see me, and I’m just stuck waiting around for him to find time for me. I stay dedicated, but I’m not sure why,” you said with a dejected shrug.

“Oh (YN), I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you replied. If only Brendon knew how you felt about him. You were completely willing to throw away everything with Derek if Brendon just said the word. You had been friends for as long as you’d lived in LA. When Derek moved to the east coast for work, Brendon was there to get you out of the house and keep your spirits up. It helped you get through the tough days. Then the days got easier, and spending time with Brendon got more and more fun. You loved hanging out with him, listening to him create his music, playing video game with him, just enjoying his company.

“I’ll go, let you get on with your call,” he said getting up, giving you a hug.

You picked up your phone and sent the facetime call and sat back down on the couch as he headed for the door. It connected just as Brendon was closing the door behind him. Before he could take a step, he heard you shouting.

“What the fuck, Derek?!”

Brendon quickly turned around and let himself back in. You glanced up at a him and he saw the look of anger in your eyes. He could hear Derek on the phone, and the voice of another woman.

“Ok would both of you shut up and listen?” Derek shouted. Brendon opened his mouth to tell off Derek and started to come toward where you were sitting, but you gave him a look and shook your head. He stopped dead in his tracks.

“This better be good,” you snarled.

“I thought you said your sister was calling,” the woman said.

“No, I’m the west coast girlfriend apparently. We were together for 2 years, but I see now why he’s been too busy lately to come out here.”

“Oh, I’m not his girlfriend sweetie, I’m his fiancée, that’s why I thought you were his sister calling to congratulate us!”

“You’re gonna marry this scumbag? Have some self-respect girl!”

“Don’t get all sanctimonious on us, I’ve seen all the Instagram posts with you and Brendon. He’s probably there right now,” Derek smirked.

Your eyes darted over to Brendon who was still listening silently.

“Yep, just like I suspected. Just fucking tell him how you feel and leave me alone.”

“Fuck off Derek, you aren’t the victim here,” you snapped.

"And you aren’t innocent, (YN).”

Disgusted you hung up and tossed your phone aside. You slumped back and Brendon finally moved, sitting next to you, arm around your shoulder.

“(YN), I’m so so sorry,” he started.

“B, don’t be sorry. None of this is your fault,” you sighed. “I think deep down I wanted this. He was right.”

“About what?” He asked quietly, caution in his voice.

You sighed before speaking again. “I have feelings for you Brendon. I have for a while, but I didn’t know how you felt, so I just stuck it out with Derek, even though I had a feeling something was wrong with him. I’m tired of hiding what I really feel.” You felt the weight of everything lift off your shoulders. Even if Brendon didn’t feel the same, it was worth getting it out.

“I wanted to tell you to break up with him forever. You deserve someone who wants to spend every possible moment with you, not just rushed facetime calls a couple times a week. You deserve candles and roses and champagne and a wonderful Valentine’s Day, not getting dumped like that, you don’t deserve to be cheated on. I love you (YN), I should have told you the moment I knew.”

You crashed your lips against his, pressing him back against the couch and he pulled you down against him, arms wrapped around you tightly.

“Now that I have you, I’m not letting you go,” he said between kisses.

“I love you Brendon, thank you for waiting for me.”

Chapter 11: Never Again (Dallon Weekes)

Notes:

For my Valentine's Day Challenge over on my tumblr, robinrunsfiction

“Umm, hey Dallon, what’s up?” You asked as you answered your phone.

“Hey (YN), how’s it going?”

“What’s up Dallon,” you repeated.

“I was wondering if you can help me with something,” he replied, hardly deterred.

You groaned internally. "With what?”

“I’m working on this new album, and I’m having trouble pinpointing the sound I’m looking for.”

“And you want my help?”

“If you’re interested, I think you could really help,” he answered sounding hopeful.

You sighed. “I can book you for some studio time next week if you want,” you replied.

“Great, just text me when you’re available and me and Ryan will be there then.”

“Bye Dallon,” you said before quickly ending the call.

~

The following week, Dallon was scheduled to come in to record. He had texted you some of the details of the album and the concept he was going for, and you were intrigued, but every time his name flashed on your phone screen, you would be hit with a wave of frustration.

You and Dallon had dated for about a year before he got the gig with Panic! At The Disco. The amount of touring he had to do put a strain on your relationship. You both said things that you really didn’t mean, but nonetheless, the damage was done. He ended things.

You wrapped yourself in your work and tried to ignore the lingering feelings. Eventually you and Dallon fell back into a chilly friendship, it was bound to happen since you did have a lot of mutual friends. You kept him at arms distance, not looking to be hurt by him again, and knowing he so easily could with his gorgeous looks, and tender nature. You really loved the dork. Loved. Past tense.

Now he was arriving at your studio with his friend Ryan to record some new tracks for this secret project. You did really like the direction and the vibe of the album and the concept of the band as well. You weren’t surprised that he did end up calling you, as you did have some ideas that they ended up being really excited about as well, and none of the other producers they had met with seemed to understand.

There was a noticeable frostiness in the air at first, but you quickly realized that it was completely coming from you. As you worked with the guys, you let yourself warm up. Ryan was immediately a damn delight, and you made sure to tell him that, especially when Dallon was within earshot. You took to welcoming Ryan with a hug when he arrived for the day.

As much as you had worried about it, working with Dallon wasn’t bringing up old feelings, and after a few sessions you decided to let yourself relax around him and let your guard down. And then all the sudden you were having fun with both of them. And then you were looking forward to the next time the guys were gonna come in.

~

After the recording was done and you were listening back to the mixes, you texted Dallon that you needed to schedule time for them to come in and listen to the final versions of the songs.

Hey, Ryan’s out of town for a while, but he’s ok with me finishing this without him

It’s your record, I’m just here to help. Come in on the 14^th?

See u then

You felt slightly awkward that you were inviting your ex to work on Valentine’s Day, but there was no other time you were available since no one else wanted to be in that day, having much more romantic or sexy plans.

Dallon arrived promptly, as always, which you appreciated about him, and you settled into listening to the final mixes of the albums. You had worried that not having Ryan, or the dumb holiday, would create some weirdness between the two of you, but Dallon didn’t seem to notice and you weren’t going to bring it up.

“Yea, I think we nailed it,” you said confidently as the last song faded out.

“Yea, other than those minor tweaks, we got it.”

You smiled at Dallon and he smiled back shyly.

“So how soon is this thing coming out? You looking to sign the band soon?”

Dallon explained that they weren’t signed yet, and how the whole process is a secret and they were hoping to start some shows soon. It was so easy to listen to Dallon talk, especially when he was talking about something he was passionate about. He had a way with writing, storytelling, and words in general that would wrap you up and draw you in. Soon you realized you were leaning in toward him and he was smiling.

“It’s getting kinda late, I didn’t realize we had hung out this long,” you said getting up. You were suddenly unnerved that he was able to captivate you for that long.

“Yea, I should get home,” he replied standing up as well, closer to you than you realized.

You looked up at Dallon and before you could say anything, he had your face cupped between his large, strong hands and his lips were on yours. They were as soft as you remembered. Warm and comforting. He took a step forward and you took a step back and suddenly you were backed against the sound board. You pressed your hands against his chest, remembering the feeling of how it felt to press against his bare skin.

He deepened the kiss as one hand found its way to your hair and the other to your waist, slipping under the hem of your shirt, just like everything else about him, warm. You remembered the feeling of his hands on your back, holding you close through the night. You missed that. You missed him. You loved him. Past tense.

And suddenly your hands were pushing him back.

“Dallon, I can’t do this to myself again,” you said breathlessly, looking down.

“(YN), you don’t mean that, you know how right that felt,” he said running a hand through his hair. “I miss you. I think I still love you.”

“You think? You ended things Dallon. You were the one who walked away,” you replied, looking up at him, anger rising up.

“It was a mistake.” You could tell from the look in his eyes he meant it.

“That doesn’t change things.”

“These last few weeks recording with you again have been so much fun, its been so much better.”

You grabbed your hair out of frustration and sank down in your chair. “Dallon, I can’t.” You spun the chair around, so you weren’t facing him, feeling the tears welling up. You heard him pick up his jacket and then the door closing behind him.

Chapter 12: Best in the Galaxy (Andy Hurley)

Notes:

For my Valentine's Day Challenge over on my tumblr, robinrunsfiction

You were curled up in your bed watching The Office for the hundredth time. You were on the episode where Michael met the girl at the blood drive and they threw an anti-Valentine’s party and it gave you an idea.

To: Andy H

Hey Andy, do you have any activities planned for your wing soon?

Andy was the Resident Assistant for the other wing of the dorm floor you lived and worked on. As an RA, you had a certain number of activities and social events you had to put on for the residents of your wing, and you were always looking for something to do with the other RAs so you didn’t have to do it all alone.

From: Andy H

Not yet, you?

To: Andy H

Watching The Office, how about an anti-Valentine’s party for our residents? Unless you’re not actually anti-Valentine’s?

From: Andy H

No, that sounds like a good idea. Wanna get together tomorrow afternoon to plan it?

To: Andy H

I’ll stop by around 4

~

They next day you arrived with your binder that you kept all your RA related paperwork in. Andy’s door was open, but you knocked anyway.

“Hey, ready to plan this thing?”

“Yea,” he said getting up and pulling a pile of clothes off the other chair for you to sit down.

You were excited when you found out Andy was going to be the other RA on your floor. He was a really chill person, but a lot of freshmen were intimidated by the tattoos he didn’t even try to cover up most of the time.

“So, I was thinking we could use the meeting room between our wings, have punch or soda, cookies, and snacks. For decorations, I was thinking like the show and like rip the wings off paper cupids, tear hearts in half,” you suggested.

“What if we gave out prizes for stuff like trivia about breakup songs, or most cringey dumping story?”

“Oh, those are good ideas too!” You said enthusiastically writing Andy’s ideas down. “Do you wanna go with me to get the food and candy and stuff? I can go myself this weekend if you’re busy.”

“No, no I wanna come help pick stuff out,” he said with a smile. “Besides I got a car, so we won’t have to drag it all back on the city bus.”

“Oh, thank God, I was hoping you’d say that,” you replied with a grin.

~

A few days later you were on your way to the store in Andy’s car. When you got in and he started it, metal music came blasting through the speakers.

“Woah, sorry,” he said as he quickly reached for the knob to turn it town.

“Its ok, I wouldn’t expect much less from you!” You laughed.

When you got to the store you started picking out food and drinks for the party.

“Don’t let me forget to grab sprinkles, I wanna make cookies,” you commented as you pushed the cart down the aisle.

“Can we grab something vegan for me?” Andy asked politely.

“Wait, you’re vegan? How did I never notice that?”

He shrugged in response.

“Somethings don’t surprised me about you Hurley, and somethings really do.”

You had Andy take over pushing the cart while you scrolled through your phone to find a vegan cookie recipe that didn’t seem too hard. You didn’t notice as you trailed behind him had had made his way to the section of the store decked out with Valentine’s decorations and candy. Suddenly a box of Star Wars Valentines cards was in front of your face.

“I’m gonna give these out to all the other RAs and my residents,” he said as he tossed them in the cart.

“Do they have any Snoopy ones?” You asked, looking through the selection of designs clearly made for young children.

“I dunno,” he replied before starting to help you search for your favorite cartoon character. When you found the Valentines you wanted, you both continued to wander through the department laughing at the cheesy presents and decorations. You found enough stuff to thoroughly destroy and mangle for your party and before heading to the checkout.

“I’m really excited about this,” you said as you helped Andy load his car.

“Me too, it was a great idea.”

“Thanks,” you replied with a grin.

~

The next night, Andy was passing through the basement of the dorm while doing his evening rounds, and found you in the kitchen.

“Hey, (YN), what are you doing down here?”

“Oh, hey, I was practicing making vegan cookies for you actually. If the recipe was bad, I didn’t want you to be stuck with gross cookies. Wanna try one?” You asked holding out the plate.

He took one, examining both sides before biting it. His eyes got wide and you suddenly became nervous that you had messed up.

“Its delicious,” he said mouth half full, before devouring the rest of the cookie. You laughed, relieved you hadn’t just poisoned your friend. You tried one yourself and were pretty impressed.

“Oh yea, I did good! Here, take the rest of the ones that are done,” you said handing him the plate.

“Really?”

“Yea, I told you I made them for you! I’m gonna keep the last half dozen that are in the oven right now though. They’re too good to pass up.”

“Thanks,” he replied with a bashful smile before continuing on his rounds. He really appreciated the gesture, as most people didn’t bother to make him treats due to his strict dietary restrictions. He spent the rest of the night thinking about how special you made him feel.

~

Valentine’s Day arrived cold and grey like most February days. When you dragged yourself out of bed, you saw an envelope had been slipped under your door. You flipped on the light to read it, but didn’t recognize the handwriting on the front.

You opened it up and it was a card with a cartoon drawing of Princess Leia that read “Bold, Brave, Strong”. Flipping it open, you saw it had said “The galaxy needs more Valentines like you” but the words “the galaxy” were crossed off and it was edited to read “I need more Valentines like you”. It was signed by Andy.

You couldn’t help to grin the rest of the morning looking forward to when you were gonna meet up with him to decorate for the party. You arrived before Andy and started putting up the perfectly destroyed decorations and setting out the food.

“Hey,” you heard Andy say behind you. You turned around and found him smiling sheepishly.

“Hey,” you smiled at him. “I got your card. Thank you.”

“I mean it, you’re awesome,” he said crossing the room and closing the distance between you. You glanced down at his lips then back up into his eyes.

“Hey (YN), what time does the party start?” Your resident Megan asked from the doorway and Andy stepped aside and started busying himself with the food on the table.

“In about 30 minutes, remind the others!” You replied cheerfully, although you were irritated by the interruption.

You sorted out the rest of the snacks in silence and the residents started filing in. There wasn’t a huge turnout, but you weren’t too surprised. The trivia contest did get a bit heated and everyone was complimentary on the food you made. When the party was over, you and Andy started cleaning up at opposite ends of the room. You hadn’t said too much to each other since you were interrupted. You couldn’t take it much longer.

“Andy?”

“Yea?” He said turning around. You were holding up one of the vegan cookies, cut into the shape of a heart.

“Be my Valentine?”

He didn’t respond, instead he took the cookie, and set it on a plate and then grabbed your waist and pulled you to him, lips crashing together.

“Hey (YN), I was won… never mind” you heard Megan say from the doorway before you waved her off without breaking the kiss. There wasn’t much time left this Valentine’s Day, and nothing was going to stop you from spending it with Andy.

Notes:

I totally saw the Star Wars valentines mentioned above on Amazon and almost bought them :D

Chapter 13: Come Fly Away (Joe Trohman)

Notes:

For my Valentine's Day Challenge over on my tumblr, robinrunsfiction

“Flight 897 to LAX has been delayed an additional three hours due to the weather.” The voice on the loudspeaker proclaimed across the airport terminal.

“This is what I get for leaving LA in February,” you groaned as you sank back into your seat. As you let your head fall back, it cracked against the head of the person sitting behind you.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” you exclaimed as you turned around in your seat, rubbing the sore spot, almost instantly struck by the beautiful blue eyes of the poor guy you hit.

“I’m ok, are you ok?”

“Yea. What’s another headache in this place?” You muttered.

“Right? Should have known better than to come back to Chicago in the winter.”

“That’s what I was just thinking,” you said pulling out your phone. “May as well tell the boss I won’t be in tomorrow since it will be the middle of the night before we land.”

“What do you do?” He asked. You turned back to look at him. You weren’t really used to chatty strangers, but what else were you going to do in the airport terminal besides watch the snow fall? It also didn’t hurt that he was seriously cute.

“What do you do?” You asked after explaining your job to him.

He picked up a guitar case from by his feet. “Musician.”

“Sounds exciting, anything I’ve heard of?”

“Fall Out Boy?”

“Oh, so one of the biggest bands in the world? Now I’m even more embarrassed I smacked you in the head!”

He laughed. “My name is Joe, what’s yours?”

“(YN),” you replied, still blushing slightly from the realization of who you were talking to. “So, are you from here originally?”

“Yea, you?”

You nodded. You were both now turned in your seats so you were facing each other. “I was in town for my mom’s birthday.”

“Next year you should have her come visit you.”

“That’s not a bad idea actually. I really don’t miss this weather. Seasons I miss, but this is too much.”

“Hey, LA has seasons, it just happens one of them is called ‘everything is burning’ and least you don’t get that here.”

“Well except for that one time, but that was like 150 years ago.”

“True,” Joe laughed. “You wanna go grab a drink?” He said with a nod toward the bar a little way down the terminal.

“Why not,” you said with a smile, grabbing your bags.

“So, I suppose you travel a lot then?” You asked as you sat down next to Joe at the bar and ordered your drinks.

“Yea, we go on tour, but it’s pretty cool. I love playing for the crowds.”

You nodded while taking a sip of your drink. You could have listened to him talking about his passion for music for hours, the way his eyes lit up. His gorgeous eyes.

After a couple more drinks each, you realized you were leaning toward Joe and at some he had placed his hand on your knee. You glanced down at it, and up at him again, then at his lips. He was then leaning toward you and your heart rate went up.

“Flight 897 to LAX will begin boarding in 30 minutes, thank you for your patience,” the voice on the loudspeaker announced, causing both of you to stop in your trajectory toward each other.

“Umm, I guess we should head back to the gate then?” You asked, feeling dejected for having yourself torn out of the moment.

“Guess so,” Joe replied, tossing back the rest of his drink and picking up his bags before following you back to the gate.

You sat down in one of the hard-plastic seats and you were a little surprised when Joe sat down right next to you.

“So how good is your seat? First class all the time?” You asked with a laugh.

“Not every time, but this time yea,” he said scratching the back of his neck.

“Hey, you just gotta go for it sometimes, ya know?” As soon as the words left your mouth, you realized how they could be taken another way. You glanced up at Joe and he seemed to be thinking the same thing. He glanced down at your lips again.

“Group A is now boarding,” the lady at the counter announced and Joe pulled himself back and ran a hand through your hair.

"Isn’t that your boarding group?” You asked.

“I can wait.” He replied as he put his arm over the back of your chair.

Once they announced it was time for your group to board, you and Joe both made your way onto the plane. Before moving out of the first-class section, you noticed Joe was stopped behind you at his seat.

“It was nice to meet you, have a good flight,” you said over your shoulder as you kept going toward your section.

"Oh, yea, you too,” he replied, sounding dejected as he started putting his things in the overhead bin.

You put away your carry-on bag and then settled into your window seat and watched as the crews plowed the runways, trying to keep your mind off the somewhat incredible circumstances of the evening. You were fortunate enough to not have anyone else in your row, in fact the flight was nowhere near full.

Soon enough the flight was taking off, the seat belt sign was turned off and you had just connected to the in-flight Wi-Fi when you felt someone’s presence.

“Hey,” Joe said when you looked up.

“Oh hey, too much room up in first class?” You laughed.

“Better company back here,” he said sliding down into the aisle seat.

You stammered for a moment trying to come up with a witty retort before he leaned across the middle seat and pressed his lips against yours, his hand on your cheek, then sliding to the back of your neck, controlling the moment. You reached out and grabbed his other arm.

When he pulled back, his thumb caressed your jawline. He was looking in your eyes and you found yourself grinning back at him breathlessly.

“About time,” you said.

“I’m hoping it won’t be the last time,” he replied. You just nodded in response, before pulling him to you again, pressing your lips on his.

You didn’t hear the flight attendants come through the first time because you were too busy making out. And you didn’t notice the second time because you were you were both asleep, his arm around your shoulders, your head resting against his shoulder, and his head resting on top of yours.

When you landed, it was just past midnight. You woke up slightly discombobulated, and sat up slowly, waking up Joe as well.

“Hey,” you mumbled quietly as you stretched out your neck.

“Hey,” he said before catching your chin and bringing your lips to his again. When you pulled back you were grinning again. You felt almost a little silly blushing school girl, but now it was back to reality.

The plane finished taxiing to the gate, everyone started to get up, and Joe made his way back to his seat to collect his things. You gathered your bags and made your way back to the front of the plane and Joe was waiting for you.

“After you,” he said politely as he followed you off the plane.

“Have a nice Valentine’s Day you two,” the flight attendant said as you exited. You stammered a thank you, as you hurried off.

“I didn’t realize it was Valentine’s Day,” you said as you looked the date on your phone.

“Yea, I didn’t even think about it either,” Joe said with a laugh. “But maybe that’s fate or something?”

“Do you wanna go out sometime? No pressure,” you said hopefully.

“What are you doing the rest of the night?” he asked.

“More of this?” You suggested as you pressed your lips against his again.

Chapter 14: Surprise (Nicole Row)

Notes:

For my Valentine's Day Challenge over on my tumblr, robinrunsfiction

“I’m really glad you understand about me not being around for Valentine’s Day,” Nicole said. You were facetiming as she was in the middle of the Pray for the Wicked tour without you.

“Of course, it’s not that big of a deal babe,” you replied as you took a sip of your tea. “Besides Valentine’s Day is kinda overrated, ya know?”

Nicole shrugged. She didn’t mind the holiday, but she hated the idea of you spending it apart.

“Besides,” you continued. “We will see each other soon.”

“Yea that’s true. I think I’m gonna go to sleep, we have to be up early tomorrow.”

“Sleep well, love you.”

“Love you too.”

You ended the call and a grin forming on your face. When you told her that you would be seeing each other soon, she had no idea. Valentine’s Day really didn’t mean much to you, but when you realized you were gonna be away from Nicole that day you did have to call up your friend Brendon and give him hell.

“Bren, why the hell are you keeping my lady away from me on Valentine’s Day?”

“Why don’t you come out and visit?” He asked.

“Well obviously that’s what I’m gonna do!” You replied, rolling your eyes, even though he couldn’t see it.

“Good, I feel bad so I’ll fly you out here.”

“Brendon, you don’t have to do that!”

“I insist. Are you gonna tell her, or are we keeping it a surprise?”

You thought for a moment. “Big surprise.”

The 14th rolled around and you were at the airport waiting to board your flight. You felt your phone vibrating in your pocket. You glanced down and saw it was Nicole.

“Hey babe, I’m sorry, I can’t really talk right now.”

“Oh, damn. Umm later then?”

“Yes, I promise. Happy Valentine’s Day, love you!”

“Love you too.” She sounded dejected as she hung up, but just then the loudspeaker called your boarding group. You were glad you ended the call when you did, or the surprise would have been ruined.

A few hours later you had landed and Brendon has arranged for a car to pick you up and bring you to the venue. You stopped to buy a bouquet of flowers, and texted Brendon to alert you to your arrival. When you were dropped off, Sarah came out and snuck you inside. The next thing you knew you were in front of her dressing room door, heart pounding as you reached up to knock on the door. One of the strings players opened the door and grinned at you.

“Hey Nicole, it’s for you!”

“What are you tal- (YN)!” She shrieked when she saw you standing there. She ran up and threw her arms around you before leaning in and pressing her lips against yours laughing and smiling so much your lips barely stayed touching.

“Wait, is this why you couldn’t talk earlier? And everyone has been acting so weird?” She asked and you nodded.

“I’ve been planning this for weeks, with Brendon’s help,” you laughed.

“Oh my god, I’m so happy to see you, I’m not even mad that Brendon hid this from me,” she laughed before planting another kiss on you.

Since you had arrived after the sound check, the rest of the afternoon was yours. You both slipped out and got coffee and you couldn’t stop grinning at each other the whole time, finding a cozy booth to curl up in and enjoy watching the world go by. When you got back to the arena, you helped her get ready. You loved any chance you could get to do her long, beautiful hair and helped her pick out which dress she was going to wear for the performance.

You and Sarah found your places in the audience and watched proudly as your partners performed on stage. They absolutely killed it, both putting in their all to the show. When they got to Girls/Girls/Boys, Nicole blew you a kiss and mouthed “love you” which made you grin like crazy.

When the concert ended everyone was buzzing from the energy of being on stage, and after a small celebration, you went back to your respective hotel rooms. When you and Nicole crashed onto the bed in your room, you suddenly felt the exhaustion of the day catching up with you quickly.

“Nicole, babe, I had so many more thoughts for Valentine’s, but my eyes aren’t staying open no matter how hard I try,” you whined.

“Shh, it’s ok, we have plenty of time tomorrow,” she whispered as you drifted off with her arms around you.

The next morning you woke up exactly as you fell asleep and slipped out from her arms. You still had one more surprise up your sleeve and had to get it out of your luggage. A while later Nicole woke up and found you scrolling your phone. You promptly put it down when you saw she was awake.

“Hey, babe,” she murmured looking up at you.

“Hey,” you said leaning down to kiss her. “So umm, last night I wa-“

“(YN), let’s get married.”

Your jaw dropped before quickly turning into a grin. “I was about to ask you the same thing!” You said grabbing the box with the delicate gold ring that you had hidden just under your pillow. Nicole sat up grinning at you as you presented her with the ring you had purchased for her.

She took it and slipped it on before looking back up at you. “I love you so much (YN), I wanna spend every Valentine’s Day with you forever,” she said pressing her soft lips against yours. You ran your hair through her hair and pulled her close.

“I’ll love you forever, Nicole.”

Chapter 15: Favorite Record (Patrick Stump)

Notes:

For my Valentine's Day Challenge over on my tumblr, robinrunsfiction

“Patrick, tonight has been lovely, thank you,“ you said as you pushed the empty dessert plate away from you.

You and Patrick had been dating for a few months and things were going really well. You were glad that you had agreed not to do too much for Valentine’s Day other than go out to eat and spend time together.

"The night’s not over yet,” he said with a smile. You narrowed your eyes at him and he laughed. Patrick paid for the meal, then you left the restaurant hand in hand. 

You got in his car and he started to drive. You weren’t familiar of where you were going until you realized you were heading out of the city and up into the hills. You glanced over at Patrick, who was driving carefully up the winding road and you thought back to when you first met.

~

You were in a second-hand store looking at the records and felt someone looking at you. When you glanced up, you noticed a guy with glasses and baseball hat looking at you before he looked away sheepishly. You smiled and then it registered that he looked familiar. You kept digging through the records wracking your mind trying to place the guy on the other side of the display. 

“Looking for anything specific?” He asked suddenly, surprising you a little.

“Oh, umm, Eagles, Bowie, Fleetwood Mac, Springsteen, Clapton, all the classics, ya know? I’m just starting to collect. I don’t even have a record player yet. I keep spending the money I save up on records,” you laughed, feeling your cheeks heating up because you knew you had been rambling. But he was smiling at you, and didn’t seem to mind. “How about you?”

“Just looking for whatever to get some new inspiration. My name is Patrick, by the way.”

And that’s when it clicked. You were talking to Patrick from Fall Out Boy. Patrick from Fall Out Boy had been checking you out! You just rambled on like an idiot to Patrick from Fall Out Boy!! Your cheeks were beet red in a second. 

“I’m (YN) you stammered.

"If you ever wanna listen to your collection, I’ve got a record player, maybe we could hang out sometime?” He asked.

You nodded, attempting to keep your cool. He handed you his phone and you typed your number in. He texted you and you saved his number right away.

“It was nice to meet you (YN),” he said as he walked away with a few records in hand.

“Same,” you called after him. Once he was out sight, you sank to the floor, completely overwhelmed by what just happened.

After a couple weeks of texting, he invited you over again, and now that you felt comfortable with him, you agreed. You went over and hung out listening to records and talking like old friends.

You didn’t realize how close to the edge of the couch you were sitting when he started telling you about something dumb Pete did on tour once and as you threw your head back laughing, you fell off the couch, onto the floor, which sent you laugh even harder. Patrick rushed to kneel down next to you, holding your arms. 

“Oh my God, are you ok?”

“Yea, yea, I’m fine,” you said between laughs. Suddenly you locked eyes with him and you stopped laughing because of the look of genuine concern on his face. “I’m fine.”

“Yea,” he murmured before leaning in, his lips meeting yours. 

~

Now he was pulling off the road to a deserted overlook, far above the city. From your seat, you could see the city sparkling below. 

“Come on,” he said getting out, and going to the trunk.

“Oh, are we out here to bury a body?” You asked with a sarcastic smile, following him to the back of the car.

“Haha, no. Grab that,” he nodded to what looked like a small suitcase and followed him carrying a box to the front of the car. He placed the box on the hood and you followed suit, but when he opened it up it was actually a portable record player.

“Oh, cool record player! Wait where are we gonna plug it in?”

“It has back up batter power,” he said smiling. “Do you like it?”

“Yea! Maybe I’ll get one like this.”

“Actually it is yours.”

“What? Patrick, I didn’t think we were going to do presents.”

Patrick shrugged and smiled looking at the joy on your face. 

“Thank you so much!” You wrapped your arms around him and gave him a big hug. When you pulled back you gave him a quick kiss.

“Of course. And its not that I don’t love you coming over to listen to music, but I’ll be going on tour soon, and you can still listen to your music,” he said as he pulled out a record and put it on the turntable. You couldn’t see the cover in the dim light. Then the song started.

“This sounds familiar.”

“The Air I Breath by The Hollies. Care to dance?”

You nodded and his hand found your waist and you wrapped your hands behind his neck. The night was perfect with the purple sky overhead and the city sparkling in the distance. 

“Patrick, I don’t think I’ve ever had a nicer Valentine’s Day, thank you.”

“I wanted it to be special. You mean the world to me. I,” he paused, seeming to be choosing his words carefully. “I love you (YN).”

You grinned hearing how he felt. “Patrick I love you too. I’ve never felt like this about anyone before.”

He pulled you closer to him and pressed his lips to yours, loving and warm. After the kiss ended, you swayed together until the song finished. You hopped up on the hood of the car while Patrick played DJ, choosing exactly the right songs. In between changing albums, you and Patrick would make out until the song needed changing, or one of you really wanted to talk about the song. 

“You got any Fall Out Boy in there? I hear the singer is pretty amazing,“ you teased after a while.

"Hmm, I don’t think I do, but how about an a Capella performance?”

“Ooh yes please!”

Patrick wrapped his arm around your shoulder and leaned back against the windshield.

One look from you
And I’m on that faded love
Out of my body
And flying above
If there were any more left of me
I’d give it to you
And I’ll tell you that I-I am fine
But I-I’m a missile that’s guided to you

“I love it. I love you.”

“I love you too (YN).”

Chapter 16: Best Laid Plans (Ryan Seaman)

Notes:

Requested on tumblr: “Ok so either with frank or Ryan S (bc there are not enough of him) where band members keep trying to awkwardly get y’all together but it’s super cute and just lots of fluff!”

Wrote it with Ryan Seaman because there really needs to be more of him! Also what is with me and cute old people in Ryan stories?

“I can’t stand it any longer,” Dallon announced. “I refuse to sit by idly any longer, I have to do something.”

“Babe, they’re adults, they’ll figure it out soon enough, don’t worry about it.” Dallon paced around the front of the bus as Breezy looked on, slightly exasperated.

“No, this is getting excruciating, I’m taking action.” With that Dallon marched over to where you and Ryan were talking.

“Hey guys,” he said with a sweet tone. “I’m bored, and I was just talking to Breezy and we’ve never been to this next city before, so we’re thinking we can pair off and do a photo scavenger hunt.”

“Oh fun!” You replied. “Boys versus girls?”

“No!” Dallon quickly snapped and both you and Ryan looked at him surprised. “I just wanna spend some time with my wife, why don’t you guys team up. I’ll send out the lists when we get there.”

You had been traveling with the band photographing all their shows and backstage moments. You considered yourself to be the documentarian of the beginning of the rise of IDKHow. When you were first hired on, you clicked with the band immediately, but more so with Ryan. You always kept it professional, but you somehow ended up with more shots of the drummer than what you could reasonably use. Ryan always seemed to gravitate to you whenever he had a free moment, such as during the long hauls between cities, looking for any excuse to talk to you.

~

When you arrived in town Dallon had found, and then specifically edited, the scavenger hunt list, to make it so you were most likely to end up in a flirtatious situation of two.

“Sound check is at 5:30, so that’s the cut off. We will see you losers when we get back.”

“Yea right,” you retorted as you started to skim over the list. Breezy and Dallon hurried out of the bus as Ryan peered over your shoulder at the list on your phone.

“A flyer for a local event, we could use the concert tonight! A red door, a kissing couple, oh they’re just gonna take a selfie for that one, aren’t they?”

“That’s what we get for letting Dallon plan the list, I guess. Ready to go?”

“Let’s do this!”

You and Ryan wandered around the city center looking for options. The town they were playing was a university town and luckily the school colors were red and white, so red doors were plentiful. You took photos of the items, and Ryan posted updates to his Instagram stories.

“Hey guys, I’m out here hanging with (YN) and we are currently beating Dallon and Breezy at this scavenger hunt,” he said into the phone as you attempted to take a photo of some baby ducks. He watched you fondly as you made noises to get the ducks to look your way. “Hey (YN), wanna really mess up Dallon’s game?”

“Obviously,” you replied, your competitive side taking over.

“Come here,” you sat down next to him as he started the next video. “Alright guys, if you’re coming to our show tonight, know that Dallon is wandering out down here, and if you like me and (YN) at all, you’ll go get in their way, thanks!” He signed off with a laugh. You couldn’t hide your surprise at the dirty trick he just played on them. “See how well their unfair advantage works now!” Ryan said getting up.

“We only have like 2 more left,” you said looking over the list. “A kissing couple,” you felt your cheeks turn a little pink thinking it would be so fun to lean up and kiss Ryan right then, but you weren’t a couple, and that’s what you needed. You scanned the park and saw an old couple getting ice cream for the grandson. “Bingo!” you said as you started over toward them.

“Excuse me, are you two married?” You asked politely as you approached.

“45 years!” the old man exclaimed with a smile that put a smile on Ryan and your faces as well.

“We’re doing a photo scavenger hunt and we need a photo of a couple kissing; can we take your photo?” Ryan asked.

“We won’t put it up on the internet or anything, it’s just for us to show the other team.”

“I suppose that would be fine,” the old lady said before turning to her husband with her lips puckered. They kissed long enough for you to get a great photo of them with their grandson looking slightly disgusted off to the side. It was funny and cute.

“This turned out great, thank you so much for your help,” you said before walking away with Ryan.

“Why didn’t they just kiss each other!” The old woman asked her husband when you were out of earshot.

“I thought they were going to ask me to take their picture with one of those smartphones, I’m glad they didn’t, I probably would have deleted everything!”

~

You reconvened with Dallon and Breezy to review the photos you took. As you scrolled through your phones, comparing what they got versus your team, they got to a photo of them kissing.

“I knew that’s what you would do,” Ryan commented.

“Yea well, what did you guys do?” Dallon retorted.

“We met the cutest old couple, they’ve been married for 45 years!” You said pulling up the photo. Breezy aww'ed at the photo but Dallon threw up his hands, exasperated. You glanced at Ryan, who shot you a confused look as well as you continued comparing the results of the scavenger hunt.

~

A couple days later you were in another new town with an extra day before the show. These types of days were pretty rare on the tour, so everyone was excited. Dallon decided that it was time to try another way to get you and Ryan together.

“A bunch of us are going out to dinner tonight, you wanna come along?” Dallon asked you and Ryan casually that morning.

“Yea, sure sounds great,” you said.

“Yea I’m in,” Ryan replied.

“Perfect, the reservation will be under my name in case we’re running like,” Dallon said as he walked away.

“Why would he be late to his own dinner plans?” You asked.

“I dunno, but he’s been acting weird lately.”

You watched through narrowed eyes as Dallon went back over by his wife and started saying something to her. “Very suspicious.”

Ryan just shrugged. “I’m just excited to eat something on this tour besides fast food.”

“Same,” you replied.

~

You arrived at the restaurant a little early. You gave the hostess Dallon’s name and you were led to a table for two secluded from the rest of the tables, lit warmly with a few small candles.

“I think there’s a mistake-” you started as the hostess sat you at the table.

“We were told you might say that, but no, this is for you,” she said before walking away.

You sat there for a few minutes feeling anxious, even more so when you saw who the hostess was bringing over.

“Hi Ryan,” you said when he sat down.

“(YN), wow, you look stunning.” You wear wearing the nicest dress you had brought with you on tour. It was short, black, and had an open back.

“Thanks, you look really nice as well. So, umm, I think I know what’s going on and why Dallon was acting so weird. We’re being set up.”

“Definitely a set up,” Ryan replied with a laugh.

“I don’t mind,” you said quietly.

Ryan raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Really? ‘Cause I don’t either.”

You smiled warmly at Ryan, not sure what to say, but you were rescued by the waiter arriving at the table.

“Good evening, my name is Michael and I will be taking care of you tonight. I have been given specific instructions that Mr. Weekes will be taking care of the bill, so please do not hesitate when making your choices. Can I suggest a bottle of wine to get started?”

You were grinning by now, both because of the absurdity that Dallon wanted this to happen so badly, but also because you knew you were about to cut loose on that menu. “I think that sounds like a great idea, Michael.”

After a bottle of wine, almost too much food, and a lot of great conversation, you found Ryan holding your hand in his and he was smiling at you like he could hardly believe this was happening.

You and Ryan walked out of the restaurant hand in hand and down the street toward the hotel where you were all staying.

“Isn’t there a park on the other side of the building?” you asked.

“Yea, I think I saw that, wanna check it out?”

“Yea,” you replied giving his hand a squeeze. You didn’t want the night to end.

You walked along the path through the park, illuminated by old fashioned street lamps. Eventually you found a bench and sat down.

“Like I said before, I’m actually glad Dallon did this for us. I didn’t really realize that you might have feelings for me,” you mumbled.

“I was thinking the same thing. And I didn’t know if I should say anything before the tour ended, in case you didn’t feel the same.”

“I’m glad this is working out,” you smiled. Ryan took the opportunity to place his hand on your cheek and leaned in, placing a sweet kiss on your lips and you kissed back. After a moment you pulled back and you were both smiling. Ryan wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you snugly against him and you rested your head on his shoulder.

“I was thinking,” you started. Ryan mmhmm'ed to let you know he was listening. “What if we play it off like this didn’t work and we’re still totally clueless to our feelings, just to see if we can get some more free meals put of it.”

Ryan laughed heartily at your suggestion. “That would drive him nuts! Maybe we should. Although I don’t know if I can go back to not kissing you every time I want to.”

You looked up at him. “I agree, this is better.”

Chapter 17: Picture Perfect (Brendon Urie)

Summary:

I had a request on tumblr for a Brendon x Reader where the reader finds a photo of herself in his dressing room.

You had met Brendon at a party. When you went out that night, you weren’t looking for a guy, but Brendon was there without a date and so were you. He was friends with someone who was friends with your friend, and you started talking and clicked immediately. You realized who he was pretty quickly but tried not to let that impact your opinion of him. At the end of the night he asked for your number and you gave it to him.

The next day he texted you and you were honestly surprised. He was a huge star and you… well, weren’t. After texting for a few days, he asked you out on a date. He picked you up and took you to play mini-golf. You didn’t warn him ahead of time that you played golf all the time with your Dad when you were growing up and putting was your specialty. You totally kicked his ass and he was totally impressed and took you for ice cream after. When he dropped you off at your place, he asked if you could go out again and you said you couldn’t wait. He sweetly placed a kiss on your cheek before he left.

You went out a few more times before your most favorite date yet. He invited you over to play his new album for you before it was released. The album was incredible, his best yet, and you offered comments and your opinions on every song. He took in all the comments and thoughts you had about it and told you how much he appreciated the feedback.

With the album done playing, you were sitting in silence except for the birds chirping outside in the late afternoon air. He suddenly reached up and cupped your cheek. You leaned into the touch as he gently brought his lips to yours. They were the softest thing in the world, you were certain, and your heart rate shot up. You never wanted to kiss anyone else ever again. When you pulled back, his eyes fluttered open and he was blushing slightly, but grinning ear to ear.

A few weeks later the album was released, and it was well received, just as you had assured Brendon that it would be. He invited you to the release party and had a great time, except for one thing. While Brendon spent most of the night with his arm around your shoulder, and kissed you a few times, he never introduced you as his girlfriend. You knew you shouldn’t care, but you couldn’t help but wonder where you stood with him. With a new album, cames all the press and preparations for the new tour. Brendon got busier and busier, and while you weren’t seeing him as much, but he was keeping up with you as much as possible.

It was the night before he was going to leave for the tour, and Brendon asked you out for dinner at a nice restaurant. When he picked you up, he looked like a dream in his tailored suit and crisp white shirt. You had chosen a red lace bodycon dress that you felt incredible in.

“Hey baby, you look absolutely stunning,” he said before kissing you passionately.

“Mmm,” you hummed when he pulled back. “I’m going to miss that. Ready to go?”

“Let’s go!” he said offering you his arm as you made your way to his car. He opened the door for you and held your hand the whole way to the restaurant. The meal was delicious, and you soaked in every second of time with Brendon.

“(YN), before I go on tour, I wanted to have something settled,” he said, suddenly sounding serious.

“Oh, ok, what’s that?” You asked. You started having flashes of the scene in Legally Blonde when Elle got dumped in the beginning.

“(YN), will you be my girlfriend, like officially?”

Your face broke into a grin. “Umm yea, of course!” You said with a laugh.

Brendon let out a sigh of relief. “I’m really happy. I mean, I know I haven’t been seeing anyone since we started going out, I just didn’t want to leave without letting you know you’re the only person I care about.”

You nodded. “Same, yea, I’m all in Brendon. You’re the only one I want.”

He leaned across the table and pressed his lips to yours until you heard someone clear their throat. When you pulled back, the waiter was standing next to your table awkwardly with the check. “Sorry to interrupt sir, here you are.”

“Oh, yea, thanks,” Brendon said with a chuckle, sitting back in his chair and picking up the check. You couldn’t help but laugh at your boyfriend. Boyfriend. He was so cute, and goofy and yours.

~

Brendon flew out to his first tour stop the next morning and you were bummed you wouldn’t be seeing him in person for weeks, so you decided you would keep as busy as possible to distract yourself. But you were not expecting Brendon would have so much downtime, which he filled with both video games and texting or calling you. You certainly did not mind, and felt like despite being apart, your relationship was growing stronger. The only thing that was a bit of a disappointment was that your birthday was coming up and Brendon was going to be across the country.

You were quietly sitting at home one night, working on a book you had checked out from the library, when your phone started going off.

“Hey Bren, how’s it going?”

“Hey baby, things are good, but I think they’re about to be even better.”

“Why is that?”

“Well, what are you doing for your birthday?”

“Nothing planned yet, why?” You asked, excitement building, but you tried to keep it under control.

“I’m gonna fly you out here and for the weekend.”

You held the phone away from you ask you shrieked, as to not deafen Brendon. “Oh my god, are you serious?”

“Yep! Come out for my show, we’ll spend a few days together, its gonna be great. I’ll send you all the details in a minute.”

“Brendon, thank you! This is so much more than I could have expected!”

“Its just as much for me, I can’t stand not being around you anymore.”

~

The weekend of your birthday couldn’t arrive soon enough. You got on your flight to see Brendon and wished the plane could somehow go faster.

Brendon had told you that he’d send someone to pick you up when you landed. Your eyes scanned the terminal looking for someone holding a sign with your name on it when you saw him.

He had sunglasses, a baseball cap, and a hoodie over it on, but there was no disguising that smile. You ran up to him and jumped into his arms as you dropped your bag. He kissed you hard and mumbled how much he missed you between kisses. You gathered your things and hurried out to the waiting car, which had a bouquet of flowers on the passenger seat. Brendon opened the door for you as usual and you were on your way to your first stop: lunch.

Brendon having toured across the country so many times had found many great little restaurants and he knew just the diner to take you to. You both got sandwiches and a slice of pie.

After lunch, he took you to see some of the sights in town, but he had to be back for sound check by 4 pm. When you arrived back to the arena, he led you backstage to his dressing room.

“I’ll be back as quick as I can,” he said pressing a kiss to your forehead as you got comfortable on the couch.

“No worries, I’m just gonna take a nap, I’m exhausted.”

You let yourself drift off to sleep and woke up about 20 minutes later feeling a bit more refreshed and ready for the rest of your day. You got up and started to wander around the small space, taking everything in.

His wardrobe was hung up on a rack against the wall, and he had a TV, computer, and video game console set up. Then on the vanity he had all his beauty products. You thought about spritzing some of his cologne on something to take with you when you noticed a frame sitting in the corner. You picked it up and saw it was a photo of you, a particularly good selfie you had posted on insta a while back. You felt your heart swell at the thought that he printed out, framed, and brought with him, a photo of you.

Just then the door swung open and Brendon hurried in. “Hey ba- oh, you found that,” he said rubbing the back of his neck nervously, blush creeping over his cheeks.

“Brendon, it’s so sweet that you did this!”

“You don’t think its creepy or sad?”

“That you care about me? No!”

He sighed in relief. “I just like having a real photo, not just my phone. I guess I’m old fashioned.”

“You’re a classic and its perfect.”

“Nah (YN), you’re perfect. And being away from you made me realize, I love you, I really do.”

You beamed at Brendon. “I love you too, Brendon!”

The rest of the afternoon you and Brendon spent holed up in the dressing room, making out and talking about what you would do the next day.

When Brendon finally took the stage that night, in between songs he announced that a very special person was in the audience that everyone needed to sing happy birthday to you.

“Thank you all for making my baby’s night. I love her and I want everyone to know!” he said with a grin and a laugh of pure joy. The crowd erupted in cheers and when Brendon finally got off stage, you gave him a big kiss and thanked him for your best birthday yet.

“Next year, I’ll make it even better,” he replied with a grin and a kiss.

Chapter 18: Let's Be Alone Together, Stay Young Forever (Vampire!Pete Wentz)

Summary:

From a request on tumblr: would you be able to write something set in the sixteen candles mv with Pete where the reader gets turned

You were walking home from work and you should have known better. You knew it was dangerous to be out late at night without someone to protect you. And yet here you were, caught in the dark alley that you had ducked down when you saw the Dandies approaching. You watched from the shadows as the events unfolded; four hunters piled out of a car, gangs of vampires fought each other, girls were hypnotized by the Dandies and drained of their lives. It was a chaotic scene. One of the hunters was different from the other three you noticed. He moved so much faster than the others, then you caught a glimpse of his fangs. You were so confused by the vampire fighting against his own kind.

Suddenly the police arrived, and you felt relief, until you saw them arresting the hunters. You shook your head, not understanding what you were seeing. When everyone was distracted in the moment, you decided the coast was sufficiently clear, and you ran toward your home, finally back to safety.

You were still shaking slightly as you reached into your pocket for your keys. As you pulled them out, you fumbled them. You muttered obscenities under your breath as you bent down to pick them up. As you stood up, you noticed the shadow behind you. You whipped around and recognized who it belonged to immediately.

“Good evening, doll.”

Pete shuffled along the quiet streets. Since the fight, all the gangs except for the Dandies had retreated to lick their wounds. The priest had bailed Patrick, Joe, Andy and himself out of jail, but they were still waiting to hear back about the charges of assault, battery, and disturbing the peace that had been leveled against them.

William was taunting him. Ever since he turned Pete, he had been trying to get him to join the Dandies. He believed Pete would become a loyal of a follower when he turned him, but Pete didn’t not abandon his friends and he vowed to avenge his humanity.

Pete walked slowly up to his favorite park but was surprised to see someone was already there, sitting on the bench under the lamppost. Their shoulders were slumped, and their head hung low. Pete recognized them to not be human as he approached.

“Hey, umm, are you ok?”

You looked up, startled. “Yea,” you mumbled.

Pete sat down next to you. “No, I recognize this, you recently got turned, didn’t you? It’s ok, I’m… I’m not gonna hurt you. Have you eaten yet?”

“No,” you said softly. It was all you could muster. “I can’t bring myself to do it.”

“What’s your name?” He asked, concern etched across his face.

“(YN).”

“I’m Pete,” he replied with a small smile.

“You’re the one who was fighting the other night,” you said, finally placing where you had seen him before.

“Yea,” he replied, suddenly discouraged. “Fuckin lot of good it did. I almost had the asshole that turned me.”

“He turned me too,” you said quietly.

“Seriously? That fuckin…” he trailed off, then looked back at you. “I’m sorry.”

“What for?”

“If I would have stopped him, you wouldn’t be a… a vampire right now.”

You glanced up at him, but started to see spots. Pete watched as you blinked hard.

“Are you ok? Hey, (YN)?” You heard him asking as your vision went dark around the edges. Pete grabbed your shoulders as you started to slip back. He easily scooped you up, knowing what he needed to do.

~

Pete rushed through the door, just minutes after leaving the park, and gently set your body down on the couch.

“Pete, what the hell did you do? Who is that?” Patrick said jumping up from his workbench as his friend rushed to the kitchen.

“Nothing!” He shouted back over his shoulder as he grabbed the pitcher of red liquid from the fridge, then a clean glass, and hurried back to where you were laying. He poured the glass and then looked back at Patrick. “Are you gonna help or just stand there?”

Patrick shrugged in frustration, unaware that he was supposed to be doing anything. “What do you need me to do?”

“Get her sitting up so she doesn’t choke.”

Patrick grabbed you under the arms and pulled you up. Pete poured the concoction down your throat and waited. He could see you reflexively swallowing the liquid and then you coughed and opened your eyes.

“What happened? Where am I?” You asked, looking from Pete, back at Patrick. “What did you give me?”

“It’s ok, we were talking in the park and you passed out. I brought you back to my place, this is Patrick,” he said gesturing to the man behind you. “He makes me this to keep me from needing to go hunting.”

“Oh,” you said quietly, taking in everything he said. “Thanks.”

“Don’t worry about it, it’s my fault this happened to you. I’m gonna look out for you now,” he said taking your hand. You looked down at it. You weren’t in much of a position to say no to any kind of ally you could get.

“Will you show me how to make that, so I don’t have to… you know,” you trailed off.

“Yea, come on, I’ll show you right now,” he said getting up and leading you into the kitchen.

~

Over the next few weeks, Pete showed you the ropes of being a new vampire. You knew you were now nocturnal, but you didn’t fully understand what you needed to do or what you could do with these supernatural powers. You would spend you nights with him, learning from him, and getting to know him and his friends. Before dawn, he would walk you home, even though the streets seemed to be empty. It was just as dangerous to be a vampire on the streets as a human, different factions that would be quick to stake you for even daring to be on their street at the wrong time.

Word started to spread that William was enraged that you not only dared defy him by not joining the Dandies, but also because you had aligned yourself with Pete. He had originally wanted Pete to join him, to help him rule the streets, but now he’d be satisfied if you were both eliminated.

You had come to appreciate Pete, and the protection he swore to provide to you. The appreciation slowly grew into admiration, and then affection. On the nights you spent with him and his friends, you found yourself watching them playing their music, completely enthralled. He was electrifying to watch; jumping, spinning, flying through the air.

“I really love watching you guys play, you’re really great,” you said as he walked you back to your house after they had practiced late into the night.

“Thanks. One day, we’re gonna be done fighting vampires, get out of this town and make it big.”

You nodded. “I know it will happen for you guys.”

“You’ll come with us, right?”

“What?”

“When we finally make it out, you should come with us,” he said with a grin lighting up his face.

You gave a tight-lipped smile. “We’ll see.”

You arrived at your door step. “Thanks for seeing me home, Pete.”

“Of course,” he said with a smile.

You wanted to say something more, but then you noticed the light on the horizon. You quickly glanced down at your watch.

“How did it get so late?”

Pete turned to look at the horizon as the sun started to threaten you both with its rays.

“If I hurry, I might make it in time.”

“No, come on, you’ll be safer in here,” you said pulling him inside. You had carefully covered all of your windows with blackout curtains shortly after you had been turned. Not a hint of natural light slipped around the edges.

Pete looked around the room, taking it in as you switched on a small lamp, casting the room in a warm golden glow. It looked exactly like he had expected a space belonging to you would look like.

“I know you prefer sleeping in your,” you paused, unsure of the right word to use. “Coffin? Crypt? Sarcophagus? Whatever you call it, but you can sleep in my bed, it’s the least I can offer you.”

“Don’t worry about it, (YN),” he reassured sitting down on the couch, patting the spot next to him. You sat down and started talking, neither of you quite tired yet. You were still adjusting to your new schedule and frequently found yourself awake for hours in bed, staring in the dark at the ceiling, contemplating the future that now expanded seemingly for all eternity.

“Have you considered learning how to use your powers to fight?” Pete asked tentatively.

“Oh, no. I’m not a fighter, if I was, maybe I wouldn’t have gotten turned, you know?” You said shaking your head.

“I think you’d be great. We have the training space if you ever want to use it,” he said with a smile. You had really come to love that smile. It was so big, bright and true. You found yourself smiling back reflexively but then looked down. You had become self-conscious about your smile since your fangs came in.

“(YN),” he started before tilting your chin up with his fingers. “You don’t have to hide your smile from me. I understand what’s going on.”

You gave him a shy, tight-lipped smile as you noticed Pete glance down at your lips. You looked back up in his eyes. He slipped his hand from under your chin to the side of your face, cupping it gently before he leaned in.

You didn’t know what to expect from your first kiss as a vampire. So many things had changed, senses heightened different sensitivities that you never had before. You now had an indifference to temperature, and pain was dulled. But this was unlike anything you could have expected.

It felt as if there was a spark igniting as your lips connected with Pete’s. You gasped as you pulled back, glancing in his eyes to determine if he felt it too. He looked as shocked as you felt before both of you met in the middle, lips crashing back together. His hand slipped back from your cheek to tangle in your hair. You draped your arms over his shoulders and pulled him closer, as if you weren’t able to get enough of him.

~

That evening you woke up on your couch, Pete sleeping behind you, his arms wrapped snug around you, holding you against his chest. He felt you starting to move around and pressed a kiss against your neck.

“Evening,” he murmured as you rolled over to face him.

“Hey. Is it dark yet?”

Pete pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked the time.

“Yea it is. Do you wanna come over tonight?”

You nodded sleepily in reply. “I don’t wanna get up yet though.”

Pete laughed and pulled you tight against him, happy to spend the quiet, sleepy moments with you.

When you finally made it back to the hideout, you watched Andy and Pete throw stakes at the targets.

“Wanna try?” Pete asked, holding out the piece of wood.

“I dunno,” you said watching the way Andy threw the piece of wood with such strength.

“You can do it,” Andy called over your shoulder.

“Won’t hurt to try,” Pete said with a smile that could convince you of anything.

“Ok fine,” you said getting up.

“Ok, so stand like this,” Pete said, taking the proper stance for you to mimic. You followed suit and then he came up behind you, his hands guiding your hips to turn square to the target. “Now take this,” he said putting the stake in your hand. “And pull your arm back like this,” he instructed as his arm molded against yours, moving it through the motion a few times.

Andy tried to control his snickering as he watched this all play out. He was quite amused by the scene in front of him.

“Ok, you got it, throw if for real this time, don’t be afraid to put some heat on it,” Pete said taking a step back.

You pulled your arm back as Pete instructed and threw. It didn’t take as much effort as you thought and the stake was flying through the air before lodging in the center of the target.

“I think we got a secret weapon,” Andy commented with a grin.

You had been afraid of what learning to fight might awaken in you, but you felt better and better the more you learned. You were fully in control of your instincts, and a force to be reckoned with, but Pete reassured he would only put you into the fight if you wanted in.

~

“Tonight is the night, gentlemen,” William announced to his legion of followers. “We’re going to turn the rest of that annoying little band of hunters that follows Pete around, I’m going to claim (YN) as my own, and I’m going to make Pete watch all of it before I personally stake his heart for making me go through all this damn trouble!”

The room was filled with cheers of agreement and excitement at the prospect of what the night held.

~

“It sounds like tonight’s the night,” Patrick reported to his friends as he put down his phone. “The Dandies are on the move.”

You swallowed thickly. You weren’t ready for this. It had been a couple weeks of throwing stakes and shooting net guns, but you were certain you couldn’t hold your own in a fight yet. “I- I can’t do it Pete, please don’t make me fight,” you pleaded.

He looked in your eyes, saw the fear and nodded. “You don’t need to do anything you don’t want, I’ll keep you safe,” his tone matched the gravity of the situation that was written across his face.

The guys loaded up their equipment and piled into their car. You watched from the door of the hideout as they drove off.

The Dandies were waiting for them in the park when they arrived. William only brought his best fighters, Brendon, Spencer, and Michael. Pete once again was the first to approach, flanked by Patrick, Joe and Andy.

“I’ll give you one more chance to make this easy,” William taunted. “Join me and we’ll turn your friends instead of drinking them dry. Wait, we’re missing one. Where’s the doll?”

“This is between us,” Pete replied. “Leave my friends alone.”

“I think not,” William replied dryly. “Boys?”

With that, the other three vampires charged at the humans. Pete launched himself at William, which took him off guard, as Pete had gotten stronger and faster since the last time they fought. Pete knocked him to the ground and landed a punch, stunning William before he shifted his weight, easily throwing Pete off him. Pete staggered back before charging back at him.

Meanwhile you paced around the hideout, looking at all the stakes you had thrown into the targets on the wall. It didn’t feel right hiding away while they risked their lives. You took a deep breath, steeled your nerves, and ran out the door toward where they had told you they were going. When you arrived at the park, Joe, Andy and Patrick were standing over three incapacitated vampires, but Pete was still locked in battle with William.

“What’s going on?” you asked as you ran up to the guys.

“Its been like this for a while, they’re too evenly matched,” Joe replied.

Then you felt eyes on you. “There’s the doll,” William smirked. “Such a shame she’ll have to watch you die. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of her and the rest of them.”

Pete snarled at William, but the comment had the desired effect, distracting Pete enough for William to overpower him. The next thing he knew, he was flat on his back, the snarling vampire on top of him, fangs gleaming under the street lights.

“No!” you cried out as you rushed to the two vampires, the attention of both of them on you.

“You look even better than the night I turned you, doll,” William said. “But you’ll have to wait,” he said as he grabbed you by the neck and tossed you aside like a rag doll. Your back hit a tree and you slid to the ground. You looked up just in time to see William looming over Pete, fangs again bared. Then a movement as quick as a flash and William staggered back, stumbling then falling to the ground, a stake protruding from his chest.

You got up and were back to Pete in an instant, helping him off the ground.

“Are you ok? Are you hurt?” You asked, looking him up and down.

“I’m fine, but (YN), you were amazing! He had no clue you had dropped that stake, you saved me!” he said wrapping his arms around you and spinning you around.

“I thought for sure he’d notice! I’m just glad I could help!”

Pete set you down and cupped your cheeks in his hands as his pressed a passionate kiss to your lips and you again felt the electricity between you.

The other guys came over then and everyone congratulated each other on a job finally well done.

“Now you guys can finally get to what you truly love, making music,” you said as everyone made their way back to the car.

“You’re what I truly love,” Pete whispered in your ear. You looked up at him grinning before he scooped you up in another spine tingling kiss.

Chapter 19: Cry on the Couch (Ryan Ross)

Notes:

From the prompt by unblockthewriter on tumblrs: “character A breaks character B’s favorite couch and spends half the day trying to replace it with an exact replica bonus: character A actually hates the couch and only kept it because they’re broke"

“Ok guys, be good for Robin this weekend,” your boyfriend Ryan said to his hound dogs Dottie and Elwood. “Thanks again for staying with them,” Ryan said placing a kiss to your lips before picking up his bags.

“I’m happy to stay with these guys. I just wish I could just have them over to my apartment, but I’d rather not get evicted. The landlord is super serious about no animals.”

“Maybe you should get evicted and just move in here with us,” Ryan said with raised eyebrows. You didn’t know how to react.

“Oh, umm, seriously? I mean I am here enough,” you stammered.

“Think about it while I’m away, see if it feels like home,” he smiled. “I’ll see you in a few days.”

That evening you had settled in to read a book, listen to music, and relax. The more you considered it, the more Ryan’s home felt like home to you too. Granted you had spent countless hours here before, plenty of nights tangled up in bed with him, lazy mornings, everything in between. But now you were looking at the home through the lens of it being your home as well. Your home with Ryan.

You realized you had dozed off on the couch when you woke up when the record you were listening to finally stopped and you decided to get ready for bed. In your half-awake state you didn’t realize you had left your phone on the couch until you were almost out of the room.

“Oh, right,” you muttered to yourself as you turned and went back for it. Dottie and Elwood barely lifted their sleepy heads to watch you make your way back across the room. What none of you noticed was the dog toy on the floor, until you were tripping over it and landing hard on the old, vintage couch.

As you fell, the momentum of your body weight hit the couch just right that the legs on the far end of the couch buckled and collapsed. You slid off the couch and onto the floor to examine the damage. “Nooo, no, no, no, no,” you murmured as you saw the splintered old wood where the legs used to be attached. There was no fixing it.

“Guys, what am I gonna do? Ryan’s had this couch forever! Its vintage! I can’t just go to IKEA and replace it!” You cried at the dogs who were now wide awake at the commotion.

Dottie was sweet enough to come over and lick away the tears that had started to spill down your cheeks.

“I can make this better, right girl?” you asked the dog who was looking up at you with concern. Elwood rolled over and went back to sleep. “Well at least you believe in me right, Dot?”

~

The next morning you googled a list of vintage and second-hand stores that might have similar couches and sent emails to a few different people who did furniture restoration to get quotes on how much repairs may cost.

You gave Dot and Elwood their breakfast and gave them a quick walk and then headed to the first store. The vintage furniture store had a huge selection, but nothing that matched Ryan’s couch. The next few stores were even less successful.

When you got back out to your car after checking every store you had found, you let your forehead fall against your steering wheel and the tears ran down your cheeks.

How could you be so careless? He probably would rescind his offer to let you move in, or dump you for being an idiot, even if you did get it repaired.

You went home and tried to distract yourself with the dogs, completely convinced this would be the last chance you’d get to spend with them.

~

The next morning you woke up hearing a car door slam outside. You sat bolt upright in bed and looked at the clock. You hadn’t overslept, but Ryan was home early.

You hurried downstairs and found him greeting the dogs warmly.

“Hey baby, did you miss me… what’s wrong?” he said when he saw the look on your face.

“I’m sorry,” you started, feeling g the tears welling up.

“What happened? Are you ok? The dogs are fine,” he said getting up and looking you over.

“I broke your couch.”

Ryan looked at you confused, and then understanding what you said when he looked over at the lopsided furniture. Then he burst out laughing.

“I’ll pay to have it repaired because I looked everywhere and I couldn’t find a replacement,” you sobbed as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you tight against him.

“Robin, it’s ok, shh, don’t cry,” he said comfortingly. “I hate that couch.”

“What?!” You exclaimed, pulling back from him.

“Yea, I’ve just been to cheap to replace it, but now I have an excuse to get rid of it!”

“Are you serious?”

“Completely serious. I love that you care this much,” he said pulling you in for a kiss. “And I love you.”

“I love you too, but please, can we communicate better about furniture in the future when I move in?”

“So, you’ll move in with me?”

“Well, only if you replace your broken couch.”

Chapter 20: Underneath (Pete Wentz)

Summary:

Quick little bribery for TheMrsMaria to write more of Lace Masquerade with the prompt “No, like…its just I cant believe you’re wearing my clothes” fluff

You sighed in relief as the headlights of the familiar vehicle illuminated the rain streaked windows as it pulled up behind you. You got out and hurried to the unlocked door of your rescuer.

“Thanks Pete, for coming to get me,” you said as you pulled on your seat belt.

“Of course!” He replied as he pulled back into traffic. “So what’s wrong with the car this time?”

“Hell if I know,” you sighed. “The tow truck is on the way, but honestly if someone takes it, or smashes into it, whatever.”

Pete laughed at your exasperation and glanced over at you. You looked over at him as well and spotted something.

“Pete fucking Wentz, what is that?!” You cried.

“What?” He replied, genuinely concerned at what you were seeing. You reached up and snatched his beanie off his head, revealing hot pink hair.

“That! Oh my God, it looks so good on you!”

He grinned and glanced over at you. “You like it?”

“Obviously!” You said pulling his hat onto your own head, then grabbing your phone. “Hey, look at me,” you said holding up your phone when you reached a red light.

He looked over and stuck out his tongue as the flash illuminated the car. “Hot,” you murmured as you saved the photo.

“Wanna go get some pizza?” Pete asked. “My treat.”

“You’re my hero,” you replied in a sing-song voice.

Pete pulled up to a small pizza place and you hurried in to avoid getting too wet from the rain. You shrugged out of your wet jacket as you sat down at a table with your slice.

“Thanks again, you really are my hero,” you said with a smile.

“You know I love ya,” he replied casually, before his eyes narrowed. “Wait, is that my shirt?”

You looked down and felt the blush on your cheeks. “Umm yea. From that time I crashed at your place after Joe’s party.”

Pete seemed distracted, but happy. “It looks good on you.”

“Really?”

He nodded. “Yea.”

“I’ll get it back to you soon, I shouldn’t have held on to it for this long.”

He shrugged and a silence fell over the table as you both ate your dinner.

“No, like…its just I cant believe you’re wearing my clothes,” Pete said suddenly, breaking the silence.

“Why?”

“Because you’re, I mean, I dunno,” he said looking out the window as the rain beat against it. “Ok, fine.”

You just looked at him confused and nervously tugged down his beanie that you were still wearing.

“Because I think you’re really cute, and I like you a lot (YN). It drives me crazy when you wear my clothes because I think about you putting them on and taking them off and its almost too much sometimes.”

You could have been knocked over by a feather at his admission. The reason you always stole Pete’s clothes was because you wanted to feel closer to him. You loved the way they smelled like him. You thought it was the only way you’d have him on you.

“Then let’s get out of here and get me out of these clothes,” you replied with a smirk.

“Seriously?”

You nodded and before you knew it, he was leaning across the table kissing you. It felt as if he had been waiting to do that for ages as it was rushed and urgent. When he pulled back, he scanned your face, looking for signs of regret or apprehension, but saw nothing but you grinning back at him.

“Come on,” he said as you grabbed the last of your slice in one hand, his hand in the other and made your way back to his car.

Chapter 21: Not Yours To Tell (Ryan Ross)

Summary:

From a request on tumblr: would you like to write something for Ryan Ross? Something angsty, like friends to lovers, with fluff in the end?

“You’re still coming with me to Jon’s party, right?” You friend Ryan asked as you shifted your phone to the other ear.

“Umm, ‘bout that,” you replied.

“No, (YN), come on don’t bail on me! I got my costume and everything.”

“No, I’m not bailing. It’s just… you remember how I said my Dad is retiring?” You paused as Ryan hummed in recognition. “So, my family is throwing him a big dinner that night. I was wondering if you wanted to come along and then we can go to Jon’s after? I mean it’s free food and drinks.”

“Yea, sure,” he replied easily.

“Seriously?”

“Yea, I mean I was in before you said I’d get a free meal. Is your aunt gonna be there?”

“Ugh, yes,” you groaned remembering your college graduation party when she had gotten wine drunk and took it upon herself to tell every embarrassing story of you that she could think of, much to the amusement of all your friends.

“Excellent,” Ryan laughed. “Text me the details and I’ll see you then.”

A few days later, your mom called you with the details of the party and you mentioned that Ryan would be coming along as well.

“Are you two finally dating?” She asked excitedly.

“No,” you sighed. “I’m just keeping those feelings wrapped up inside until I collapse into myself like a dying star.”

“Sweetie, you won’t know if he feels the same way if you never say anything to him.”

“Or I might get my heart broken and lose the number one person I count on for like everything.”

Your mom sighed. “Well, we will all be looking forward to seeing you both on Saturday.”

“Please don’t bring any of this up to aunt Melanie, ok? I don’t want her to let anything slip in front of Ryan.”

“You can count on me sweetie.”

~

The night of the party, you and Ryan arrived at the restaurant looking like you had stepped out of a time machine. When you opened your door, Ryan was leaning casually against the doorframe wearing a replica World War 2 army uniform, his hair styled back in a pompadour. Your knees had gone weak instantly.

“(YN), you look amazing,” Ryan had said, a smile growing across his face. You had found a vintage dress with a full skirt and managed to do your hair into a retro style you had found on Pinterest. It wasn’t totally unusual for him to compliment you, but whenever he did, it made your heart do a flip.

“Thanks,” you said quietly before heading out to his car.

Your extended family looked at you two like you were nuts, which wasn’t too far off from how your family normally looked at you, so you didn’t pay them much mind. What made you nervous was how quickly your aunt rushed over to you.

“(YN), I haven’t seen you in so long!” She said as she wrapped you in a big hug.

“Hi Melanie, how are you?” You asked as she squeezed the air out of you.

“I’m great darling! And who is this? And why are you dressed so fancy?”

“Oh, do you not remember my friend Ryan? He was at my graduation party,” you said giving her a look of annoyance.

“I don’t remember much from that night, and for that I apologize. I’ve given up drinking, you know,” she said looking between you and Ryan.

“You have?” You asked skeptically.

“Yes! So, tell me why are you looking like you’re on your way to a USO show?”

“We’re going to a 1940’s themed murder mystery party after this,” Ryan chimed in.

“Oh, how fun! I wish I was going with you two!” She said as everyone started taking their seats for the dinner. You quickly greeted your parents, who were seated across the table from you and Ryan before taking your seat.

As the dinner progressed you noticed your aunt Melanie was talking to your mom, both of them leaning together, whispering and glancing at you and Ryan. You tried not to let them realize you noticed what they were doing, but it was getting tougher as the night progressed. You also noticed the empty martini glasses accumulating in front of your mom.

Ryan had put his arm over the back of your chair as he listened to the conversation you were having with your cousin seated on the other side of you. You had noticed when he did it and tried to keep from grinning too much, unfortunately someone else noticed your reaction.

“(YN),” you heard your mom snap from across the table. Hearing her tone, the room went quiet as everyone turned their attention to her. When you looked over, she was trying to stifle a giggle. “Just tell Ryan that you love him.”

You instantly felt sick as your jaw dropped and your face turned crimson, not even noticing how everyone had turned to look at you in shock. “Why… how…” you stammered before glancing at Ryan who was looking at you, surprise written across his face. You grabbed your bag and rushed to the bathroom.

Your hands were shaking as you tried to pull up the app to call for a ride, not that you could see the screen very well as tears blurred your vision. You were gasping for air as you heard the door open behind you.

“Leave me alone,” you said without turning around.

“I’m so sorry that happened, Darling,” you heard your aunt say softly behind you.

“I’m leaving. Tell my dad I’m sorry, tell Ry…” you paused.

“He’s just outside the door,” she said placing her hands on your shoulders. “Maybe if the cats out of the bag, it’s just time to have that conversation?”

You shook your head. “I’ve never been so embarrassed in my whole life. Can you tell him he can go without me? I’m just gonna hide until my ride comes.”

“Ok,” she said before leaving. You leaned against the counter and looked in the mirror, streaks of makeup running down your cheeks. Everything was ruined. You were never telling my mom anything ever again.

A few minutes later you received the notification your ride was outside. You opened the door cautiously and didn’t see anyone you knew as you slipped out and into the car. The drive was silent and luckily not too long. You imagined Ryan was at Jon’s house by now, laughing at the ridiculous circumstances of the night. As you made your way up to your apartment, you were looking at the ground until you were almost to your door, when you saw someone sitting on the floor. You looked up and saw it was Ryan.

“(YN),” Ryan started.

“Ryan, please don’t feel like you have to say anything, now or ever. This is possibly the worst way for you to have found out and I’m never going to live this down. I’m so sorry.“

“(YN), its ok,” he said glancing down. “We’ve been friends for so long now, I always hoped that you would just realize one day that you loved me as much as I love you.”

You looked up, utterly shocked by his confession. “You mean you love me as a friend, right?”

He shook his head as he took a step forward and taking your hand. “No (YN), I love you.”

You couldn’t speak, tears stinging your eyes. You reached up and grabbed the back of his neck pulling him down to you as your lips smashed together. You kissed him hard in an attempt to stop yourself from crying any more, but at last they were tears of joy. His hands slipped around your waist and pulled you close to him and you could feel him smiling on the other side of the kiss. When you pulled back, both gasping for air, he was still smiling.

“Would you still like to go to the party? If we tell them to wait, we can still make it.”

“Sure,” you nodded. “Let me just go freshen up my makeup a little.”

“You’re beautiful with or without it,” he said as you unlocked your door. You turned and looked at him, surprised. “It feels good to finally be able to say that kind of thing out loud,” he smiled. You laughed as you hurried to the bathroom to clean up your face as Ryan texted your friends.

“Jon said no hurry, but he was wondering if something was going on,” Ryan said from the doorway.

“He has a sixth sense, doesn’t he?” you laughed as you finished fixing your cherry red lipstick.

“Umm,” Ryan started. You locked eyes with him in the mirror. “He already knew how I felt.”

You smiled until a thought dawned on you. “Wait, this isn’t fair, why couldn’t he have gotten drunk and spilled your secret? Why’d it have to be me?” You groaned.

Ryan wrapped his arms around you as he stood behind you, looking at you in the mirror. “I’m sorry that your mom embarrassed you.”

“Its ok, I’d say that it’s all working out,” you said looking back up at him and he planted a kiss on your lips. “Ready to go?”

“Yea, and I have an idea as well,” he replied with a smirk

Chapter 22: Again (Dallon Weekes)

Notes:

This is a sequel to the Valentine’s Day Challenge story I wrote for Dallon, chapter 11 if you need to read it. Poor thing was the only one without a happy ending! And back when I was searching for prompts for the challenge I found this: “The touches started lightly, a whisper of fingers across the curve of a spine, the promise of lips against a throat, the flutter of hands at hips. You were entirely mine.” and I decided that Dallon deserved better (I mean when doesn’t he?) so I sat on this idea for a few months. Then I had the privilege of meeting the most gorgeous man in music (imo) and was inspired to actually work on this damn thing again. Enjoy!

It took longer than you expected, but Dallon and Ryan had finally decided on a record label to sign with, and set a release date for 1981 Extended Play, the album you helped them produce. And now, almost sooner than you expected, you found yourself at the release party for said album.

Ryan had insisted you come, as the album wouldn’t exist without you he explained even though Dallon and you had barely spoke since the meeting on Valentine’s Day when he kissed you and you pushed him away. It was all his damn fault. Everything was always his fault.

Except when it wasn’t.

Now you were walking in the door to the party with your best cocktail dress on that had your entire back exposed and your most comfortable heels and feeling pretty good about yourself. When you walked in, you found a few familiar faces and made small talk as the album you helped craft played in the background. Before you knew it, you spotted some blue hair in the crowd and Ryan was coming over to you.

“Ugh Ryan it’s so good to see you!” You exclaimed as you wrapped him in a big hug.

“I’m glad you made it; I know how things… are? Were?” He asked cautiously as the other people excused themselves.

“Yea, it’s ok. I wasn’t mad. It’s just… better this way.”

“You don’t sound convinced.” You gave Ryan a withering glance. “Ok, maybe I’m just imagining things then,” he replied defensively, holding up both hands.

You rolled your eyes. “I’m gonna go grab something to drink,” you said excusing yourself. As you stood by the bar, waiting for the bartender to notice you, you felt someone walk up behind you.

“Hey,” the familiar voice said. You squeezed your eyes shut for a moment before you turned around.

“Hey Dallon,” you replied.

“Thanks for coming tonight, this wouldn’t be possible without you,” he said leaning in slightly.

“Of course. I’m proud of how the record turned out, and you guys are finally gonna break because of it,” you responded politely. He smiled and you couldn’t help but smile back at him. Maybe Ryan had seen right through you, and you weren’t convinced that you handled things correctly. No.

Ryan was right.

“You look very nice tonight as well,” he said much more quietly, almost at a whisper right into your ear. Your stomach did a flip involuntarily.

“Thank you, you don’t look half bad yourself.”

“Hey Dallon,” Ryan said approaching you both. Dallon took a step back so he was standing next to you. “The guys from Fearless are gonna say a few words and they want us up there.”

“Cool,” Dallon replied as his hand found your lower back. You tried not to jump in surprise at the sensation. You didn’t even bother chasing away the thoughts of how good it felt to have his skin on yours again. Dallon glanced over at you and gave you a slight smirk and you rolled your eyes. “Right now?”

“Yea, I guess so,” Ryan replied as he turned and headed toward where the people were waiting.

The next thing you knew, the sensation of Dallon running his fingertips up your spine sent a shiver over your whole body, and you tried not to audibly gasp with surprise and excitement.

“Don’t run off,” Dallon said as he followed Ryan toward the stage. A grin spreading across his face when he saw the look on your face.

“What can I get for you?” you heard the bartender ask.

“Water,” you replied quickly. You needed to keep your wits about you.

~

After the speeches concluded, you found yourself talking to a few people, but you had an eye on the tall singer. It seemed as if he was doing the same to you from across the room.

The last few months you spent a lot of time thinking about the events that took place on Valentine’s Day. You had invited him over, and just like clockwork, you found yourself falling into his spell. The way he spoke was like magic, pulling you in. It was always like that, until you found yourself not talking when he was gone. Maybe the timing was wrong before. Maybe it could have been right in February, but you didn’t want to get hurt again. Maybe you just needed to let your walls down just a little more. Maybe it was too late. Maybe it wasn’t.

You realized you had let yourself get lost in your thoughts and pulled yourself back into the conversation that you had been ignoring, smiling politely and tried to remember what they were discussing. A few minutes later you felt a hand on the side of your arm as it wrapped around you, before it slid up to the base of your neck. You immediately recognized the gesture before you even looked up at Dallon standing next to you.

“Hey, (Robin), there’s a reporter that wanted to ask you a few questions about the album.”

You furrowed your brow at him, you weren’t aware of any press being here, let alone that anyone would want to talk to you, but you followed him away from the group and around the corner.

“So that was a lie,” you said snidely as you realized that he was just getting you alone. Not that you minded.

“I didn’t know if you’d come along if I just asked you to talk,” he replied running his hand through his hair. “I’ve been thinking, a lot, and (Robin), I’m sorry. I’m sorry for what I said all those years ago, I’m sorry I ended things the way I did. I’m sorry for kissing you like that a few months ago, but I don’t regret it, not for one second.”

You looked up into his eyes and they were conveyed an honesty and sincerity that tugged at your heart. You hardly noticed as his hands found their way to your waist. 

“I told myself never again,” you started, and his face began to fall. “But I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been thinking about you, about us since then, and regretting how I left it. Truthfully, I was so afraid of you hurting me again.”

“(Robin), I don’t want hurt you again. I’m not the same man I was back then.”

“You are, but only in the best ways,” you said before reaching up and pulling him to you, your lips against his and you could feel him smile as his grip on your waist tightened. You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned into him. It was true, the best parts of him were still there, and you believed him when he said that he had grown up since you had last broken up. You had too.

“Oh shit,” you heard someone mumble and you both pulled back to see Ryan hightailing it out of the corridor you had been hiding in.

You laughed as you unwrapped your arms from around Dallon. “So… we’re giving this another try?”

“(Robin), I love you. I always have and I always will. I want to give you my all,” he said, looking into your eyes again, pleadingly.

“I love you too Dallon. Present tense,” you said with a smile.

“What?” he asked, a confused look on his face.

“Never mind, let’s just get back out there,” you laughed.

“Wanna go out after this?” He asked as he ran his fingers up your spine again, goosebumps forming on your skin all over again.

You nodded with a smile and turned to go, but he grabbed your wrist just before you rounded the corner, pulling you back to him. His lips were on yours again, then ghosting against your neck as he murmured “I’m so glad you’re mine again.”

“I’m so glad to be yours again.”

Chapter 23: Write Me (Pete Wentz Smut)

Summary:

Using the prompt from @wtfzodiacsigns Anything you draw/write on your own skin appears on your soulmate’s. Requested by @mrsmaria

It started when you were sitting in class one day. You had been paying attention to the lecture when you noticed something on your arm. As it appeared, you realized it was the Metallica logo, or an attempt at it. You looked around to see if anyone else noticed and your friend Kate was looking at you confused until a look of realization sparked across her face. She scribbled something down in her notebook, tore out the page and passed it to you.

‘your soulmate must be a metallica fan!’

You looked over at her confused. ‘What are you talking about?!’ you scribbled and then passed the note back. She wrote something down and slid the paper back to you.

‘Your parents didn’t have the soulmates talk with you when you got the birds & the bees talk?!’

You furrowed your brow and looked back at her shaking your head.

“We’ll talk after school,” she whispered knowingly.

That afternoon Kate explained all about how when your soulmate writes or draws on their skin, that it would appear on yours. She pulled up her sleeve where it looked like she was having a conversation with her soulmate.

“My older brother said his soulmate just reached out one day and started talking to him on his arm and he started writing back. They can’t afford to meet up right now, but they will soon. I decided to do the same to my soulmate, and now we chat online like every night, and on our arms when we're at school! She’s amazing!” Your friend gushed.

“Well I don’t wanna meet my soulmate yet! I don’t even like Metallica! And I don’t really appreciate him writing all over me like this!” You replied waving your arm around.

“Don’t worry, when they wash it off, it will wash off you as well.”

“What if he gets a tattoo! I don’t want a tattoo!”

“It will only show up if they do it to themselves, I think. Here, I have an idea, you write something on my hand, and I’ll text Emma and see if it came through to her.”

You took out a pen and drew a heart on the back of your friend’s hand and waited for a response. After a few minutes a picture of the back of Emma’s hand appeared, blank.

“That’s a relief,” you sighed. Now that you were familiar with the concept of soulmates, which was something you weren’t sure you were comfortable with at all, and you discovered your soulmate’s existence, you were more annoyed with them than anything.

The annoyance continued for years and you did your best to ignore it, not feeling ready to confront or even acknowledge your soulmate. But after years of doodles, the marks began to change. They seemed to be more deliberate designs and once they disappeared, nothing more would appear in those spaces.

“You don’t think I’ve waited to long to try to talk to them, do you?” You asked Kate and Emma. You were back in your hometown visiting for a while and couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see your friends.

“I mean, it’s kind of weird that you did wait this long, ya know? I really don’t know anyone who hasn’t contacted their soulmate yet,” Kate said with a shrug.

“I think I’d be kinda hurt if the person I was destined to be with wasn’t responding to my messages,” Emma replied.

“But they never reached out to me! They just doodled away! Band logos, and cartoons, and reminders for band practice, and to call someone named Patrick, but never ‘Hi, I’m your soulmate, here’s my number!’” You said exasperated.

“Maybe they’re bad a flirting! Or the note to call Patrick was the opening,” Kate suggested.

“I’d need the number though because I don’t know anyone named Patrick. Besides, in context, it was like a reminder to themselves.”

“No time like the present,” Emma suggested gently, holding out a pen.

You took a deep breath and grabbed the pen, the point poised above your open hand. “Wait, what do I say?”

Kate laughed heartily. “Say hi, you dork!”

“Right, ok,” you said. You simply wrote ‘Hello’ on your palm. “I hope they notice.”

You tried hard not to keep glancing at your hand as you continued your lunch with your friends, but soon the bills came and you couldn’t stand not to look anymore.

“Ok, I’m gonna look,” you said, steeling your nerves. You turned your hand over and gasped.

‘Hey, I’m Pete’

“Did they respond?”

“Yea, his name is Pete,” you smiled involuntarily at the words on your hand. You grabbed the pen and wrote out your response.

‘I’m (YN). Sorry for not writing sooner. I was scared’

‘I was scared too. Sorry for all the drawings when I was younger’ and then a smiley face.

‘If you wanna call me or text me or something, here’s my number’ you responded, followed by your number and a smiley of your own.

“You having a good time over there?” Kate asked with a laugh and you snapped back to attention.

“I should have done this years ago,” you said, blushing.

“Probably,” Emma said with a knowing glance at Kate.

~

You couldn’t believe when you found out that the Pete that had been drawing all over your arms was actually Pete Wentz of Fall Out Boy. When you finally got on the phone with him, he explained that he didn’t realize what he was doing at first when he was drawing all over himself while he was bored in school, and when someone told him, he felt too embarrassed to apologize. You laughed it off and admitted you were a little annoyed at first, but you were glad to have finally gotten up the courage to say hi.

From that night on, you noticed small hearts and flowers appearing across your hands. Not hard, scrawling lines, but delicate drawings, designed with care. As they appeared, a smile on your face grew and your heart felt like it would burst with love. Then the lines of poetry started, the words carefully chosen to covey the love you had discovered. Then after one very long late night phone call, the words started to show up in places only you could see, as they had also become more passionate.

After a few weeks of drawings and words and phone calls, and feeling happier than you ever had, you noticed one day a little airplane on the back of your hand, with an arrow pointing from your town to LA.

You smiled and grabbed your phone, dialing his number. “What does this mean?” you asked when he picked up.

“I bought you a plane ticket so you can come visit, or stay, or maybe we’ll run away together when you get here,” he said with a laugh.

“I can’t wait!” You exclaimed.

The days until you left were excruciatingly long, but soon you were on the flight to your soulmate, the person who you were destined for. When you landed and navigated your way through the busy airport, your heart started to race as you looked for the familiar face. Then you spotted him, a grin spread across his face and you ran to his open arms.

“Oh god, (YN) I’m so glad you’re finally here,” he mumbled, his face buried against your neck.

“I can hardly believe this is real!” You said as you pulled back and looked in his eyes. He grinned and suddenly his lips were connecting with yours and the whole world fell away.

He grinned and you took his hand as you left the busy terminal. You grabbed a quick meal and then went back to his house. It was a beautiful warm night, so you went out to his backyard and curled up together on an oversized patio lounge chair in front of the fire pit.

“Thanks again for bringing me out here Pete. I know we’re meant to be together, but I never thought it would feel this right.”

He nodded in agreement. “And I’m serious, if you wanna come stay with me out here, or if you wanna run away to an island in the middle of the ocean all by ourselves, just say the word and we’ll go,” he said pressing a kiss to your head as you snuggled closer to him.

“For now I’m content to just be here with you,” you said shifting in his arms to look up at him. He leaned down and planted another kiss on your lips and you smiled. You shifted over further, so you were laying against him, deepening the kiss, inviting his tongue to move against yours. You reached up and ran your hand through his hair and ran your nails over his scalp.

He gasped against your lips and then started kissing your jaw, down to your neck and collarbone as his hands, rough from years of playing bass, slid under your shirt against your back. You let out soft moan as his lips found the spot on your neck that drove you wild.

“Want to go inside?” He asked, when he pulled back. The lust in his eyes undeniable. You grinned and nodded, pulling yourself off him, and he led the way back into his house and up to his bedroom.

He had given you the option of the guest room across the hall when you arrived, or to stay with him in his room and you jumped at the chance to stay with him and he was excited to share the space with you.

But now you were bursting into the room with different intentions than just sleeping. Pete pulled off his t-shirt as you were kicking off your shoes. When you looked up, you grinned at the sight of him shirtless, it was better than any photo you had seen online. He reached out and grabbed your hand, pulling you to him, and then turning you toward the bed. You backed up and when you felt it behind you, hopped up on to the soft surface, pulling him down on top of you.

You ran your hands over his toned upper body and couldn’t help but giggle. “I can hardly believe this is really happening.”

“I’m so glad this is happening,” he said before dipping back down to kiss your neck and started tugging at the hem of your shirt. You sat up to help him pull it off, and he kept kissing down your body until he was at the waistband of your jeans. He looked up, questioning if he should continue. You smiled and nodded and he proceeded to unbutton your jeans and pull them down, peppering your thighs with kisses.

“Remember what I wrote here?” He said as he ran his rough fingertips across the soft skin of your upper thigh.

“I was so sad when it went away, I was staring at it for hours,” you said sitting up so you could watch him. He pressed a kiss to the spot, then worked his way back in toward the space between your legs, kissing the lace fabric.

“May I?” He asked as he started to hook his fingers under the waistband.

“Please do,” you murmured as he pulled them down. You knew you were totally exposed to him, a rock god that could be with anyone in the world but was yours in the end.

“You’re so incredibly beautiful,” he murmured.

You moaned in appreciation. “Pete, I’m close.”

“Come on, baby,” he smiled as he curling his fingers just so and you came undone.

As you lay panting on the bed and Pete continued peppering kisses along your thighs, then kissing his way back up your body.

“Now it’s your turn, but first you gotta lose those,” you said pulling at the waistband of his jeans. He shimmied out of them and climbed back over you.

“Ready for more?” He asked with a cocky grin.

“Oh yea,” you replied as he pushed in. You gasped as he filled you and then began moving, slowly at first, but then building speed.

“You feel so good,” he muttered against your neck.

“Don’t stop, please,” you pleaded as he ground his hips against yours. “I’m close again.”

“Yea (YN), come for me.”

Moments later you were coming undone around him again and he followed shortly after. He rested his forehead against yours, trying to regain control of his breath.

“I love you (YN),” he said breathlessly.

“Love you too Pete.”

Chapter 24: One Love (Ryan Seaman)

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It was a quiet Saturday afternoon and (YN) was sitting around trying think of something to do with her day off. Household chores didn’t sound interesting, going for a walk could be an option, but being a little lazy seemed like a solid choice too. Before she could settle on anything, her phone started to go off beside her. Checking it, her heart
skipped a beat as she saw it was from her friend Ryan.

From: Ryan 💙Are you free?

Yea what’s up?

From: Ryan 💙
I’m at the cafe on 5th street if you can meet me here?

On my way 😊

When (YN) arrived, she found Ryan already sitting in the back corner of the café. He looked forlorn as he stared at the coffee swirling in the mug in front of him.

“Ryan, what’s going on?” She asked as she sat down across from him. She knew him well enough to know something was definitely wrong.

“Kaley broke up with me,” he said barely looking up.

“What? I’m so sorry! Are you ok? What can I do?” She replied, reaching across the table and squeezing his hand. As soon as her hand connected with his and she realized what she had done, she started to pull back, but Ryan held on so she relented.

“I just don’t understand. I thought it might be love, that maybe she would be the one. But she said I wasn’t giving her the attention she needed, that I seemed distracted by…” he trailed off as he glanced up at (YN).

“Your music?” (YN) offered, eyebrows raised. There was no way the next thing he was about to say was her name. Sure, they were friends, they texted each other a lot and hung out together, but that’s what friends did. More than anything she hoped that she hadn’t come between Ryan and happiness.

“Yea, and getting ready for tour,” he replied almost too quickly. “But (YN), what if one love is all you get?“

"Then what you had with Kaley wasn’t really love,” (YN) replied. “Then there is someone else out there who is going to understand you, and you’ll be able to work through your problems with them, and you’ll make time for each other and understand when you just can’t. But at the end of the day all that will matter is that you love each other. And then that’s your love.“

Ryan looked up at (YN), her eyes were trained on the table between them. He didn’t know what to say, not because he didn’t believe it, but because of how she said it. Her voice wavered like she was nervous but she spoke with a conviction that made him believe every word.

“Thanks,” he said softly, and she looked up.

“I’m gonna go get a coffee, I’ll be right back,” she said, finally letting go of his hand and giving him a quick smile as she got up. When she returned, she also bought a plate of chocolate chip cookies to share. “Nothing helps a broken heart like chocolate,” she said with a smile.

“You sure know how to take care of a broken heart,” he said with a smile as he reached for a cookie.

“Oh, well, sometimes you just know these things,” she said with an awkward laugh. What she wanted to say was ‘I’ve been walking around with a broken heart for months while you were with Kaley, and every girl before her since we met. I figured out how to deal with it.’ But she couldn’t say that, not today at least. Today wasn’t about her, it was about making the person she loved most of all feel better.

~

A couple months later, Ryan had finally returned home from tour with Dallon. After taking a few days to sleep and recover from the exhausting travel schedule, he headed out to a party his friend was throwing. As he was hanging out in the kitchen, catching up with some friends, a familiar voice caught his attention. Then (YN) walked into the kitchen.

“(YN)!” Ryan called.

“You are here!” she grinned and hurried over to give him a hug. It had been too long since she had felt his arms around her, and she didn’t realize how much she missed it. “Tell me all about your tour!”

“I already told you almost everything along the way,” Ryan laughed, the enthusiasm and joy on her face made his heart race. Something had changed when he was away on tour. He and (YN) had always been close, but after Kaley had dumped him, (YN) had been there for him more than he had expected. She was supportive and kind and understood when he was late to hang out because practice ran long. He realized how she was always glad to hear from him and listen to how tour was going. He found that his favorite notification had become when she posted a random selfie or sent him a goofy text out of the blue. He had decided that the next time he saw her, he would ask her out, and
tonight was going to be that night.

(YN) hopped up on a counter and they started chatting about the last few days of the tour. As they talked, Ryan found himself leaning against the counter next to her and he started to work up his courage for what he wanted to do. After a few more minutes, more people had come into the kitchen and they could barely hear their conversation even though they were only inches apart.

“You wanna go someplace quieter?” Ryan asked, leaning in to her ear. When he pulled back, he had a shy smile that made (YN)’s heart flip.

(YN) had just opened her mouth to respond when someone was calling her name. “Hey! Where have you been all night?”

“Oh, sorry, I ran into my friend Ryan, I’ve talked about him to you before. He just got back to town. Umm, Ryan, this is Chad, we’re going out.” She ended the sentence with an upward inflection, as if she wasn’t sure how to describe the relationship. Ryan could see that she was blushing and averting her gaze from both men.

“Oh yea, Ryan, (YN) never shuts up about you,” Chad laughed, extending his hand for Ryan to shake.

Ryan wanted to say ‘(YN) hasn’t mentioned you once,’ but instead he shook Chad’s hand and smiled politely. “Nice to meet you.”

“We’re gonna go over to Chris’ place, you coming along?” Chad asked.

“Oh, umm,” (YN) looked between Chad and Ryan. The blush in her cheeks started to burn hotter as she berated herself for even taking this long to decide. This shouldn’t be a hard choice; she should go with Chad because she was dating Chad.

“If you wanna stay and catch up with Ryan, that’s fine, I’ll see you later,” Chad said, but the annoyance was evident in his tone. (YN) gave him a tight-lipped smile, and he leaned in and planted a kiss on her lips. (YN) didn’t even have a chance to close her eyes before she saw Ryan look away dejectedly. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” 

“So, umm, still wanna go someplace quieter?” (YN) asked awkwardly once Chad had walked away.

“It’s up to you,” Ryan replied trying to hide the disappointment he felt.

“Yea, lets go outside, there’s too many people in here, I need fresh air,” she said hopping off the counter, leading the way out the back door.

“How long have you and Chad been going out?” Ryan asked when they sat down on the swinging bench in a corner of the patio.

“Umm, like a month,” she said, staring at the ground in front of them.

“Do you like him?”

“What kind of question is that?” she asked, looking up at Ryan like he was crazy.

“You never mentioned him or anything,” he replied.

“Well you were gone, and he asked me out and it was nice, so we went out some more and here we are,” (YN) shrugged. 

“What does me being gone have to do with it?” he pressed.

“Nothing, just that’s when it happened,” she replied, looking back at the ground.

“Are you happy?”

She paused. ‘No because he isn’t you,’ screamed in her head. “Sure.”

Ryan looked at her with his brow furrowed, knowing she wasn’t giving him the whole truth. “Ok. Wanna grab something to drink?”

“Good idea!” She replied quickly, getting up and following him back inside to the party.

~

The next day, (YN) woke up and saw she had a message from Chad.

Can I come over today? We need to talk

(YN)’s stomach flipped as she typed out her response.

Yea, whenever

A few hours later, there was a knock at her front door. “Hey Chad,” she greeted him, trying to keep her tone light and cheerful, but she knew deep down that it was not going to be a good conversation.

“Hey,” he responded much more somberly as he walked in. “We need to talk.”

“Yea, you said that. What do you want to talk about?” She asked leading him over to the couch where she sat down, but he remained standing.

“Us, you, Ryan.”

“Ryan? What does he have to do with anything?”

“Apparently everything. I saw the way you were looking at him when you apparently forgot who you were at the party with. You didn’t kiss  me back when I left. You chose to stay with him so you could catch up like you haven’t been texting non-stop everyday the whole time he’s been gone. Did you ever mention me to him? This supposed friend that you talk to all the time, why would you not mention me? Because you don’t want me in your life (YN). You want him, admit it.”

(YN) sat back, stunned. She floundered for the right words to say, but she didn’t want to lie either. “I… I’m sorry, its not like that,” she finally stammered.

“It is, just admit it. If you can’t admit it to me, admit it to yourself so you can stop hurting other people who don’t deseve it. I’m done.”

“I’m sorry,” (YN) squeaked out as Chad slammed the door shut behind him.

~

Ryan had just gotten home from a meeting with Dallon and had barely set his things down when he heard a knock at his door.

“Chad? What are you doing here?” Ryan asked, surprised to see him at his door.

“I just broke up with (YN).”

“What? Why?”

“Because she’s totally in love with you, Ryan. I can tell because last night she looked at you in a way she’s never looked at me. Hell, you didn’t even know I existed until last night and when I said she never shuts up about you, I wasn’t kidding. And I don’t know if you have any feelings for her, but if you do, I think you should go to her now because she’s probably reeling,” Chad said before turning to go.

Ryan watched him leave in stunned silence as raindrops started to fall. The words that were echoing through his head started to register and his heart started racing. He grabbed his jacket and keys and hurried out the door.

~

(YN) was still sitting on the spot on the couch where she had been when Chad left. Her mind was spinning. She felt a little relieved, no longer having to pretend, but now she was alone. What if Ryan didn’t feel the same way about her and she was just going to be alone forever? What if she could have tried harder with Chad, at least she wouldn’t be alone. No. That wasn’t fair to him, he deserved someone who loved him.

She was startled by her doorbell ringing. She didn’t know how long she had been staring into space, lost in her thoughts, but noticing that it had started to rain, she hurried to open the door for the poor person getting soaked outside.

“Ryan,” she gasped when she saw him. Her heart jumped into her throat and she felt her hands start to shake. “What are you doing here? Come in.”

“Chad came to my place and he told me what happened,” he said as he stepped through the doorway, shutting the door behind him. He had gotten soaked just from the time it took him to get from his car to her door.

(YN)’s cheeks started to burn red. “Wha-what did he say happened?”

“That he ended things with you, because he thinks you have feelings for…” he trailed off, looking down. “For me.”

(YN) felt tears welling up in her eyes and nodded silently, not trusting her voice. He looked up; eyes wide.

“It’s true?”

“Yea,” (YN) whispered. “It’s true. I could never love Chad because I’ve always loved you. I have for years!” The tears started to spill down her cheeks. He reached up and tried to brush them away, but his hands were still wet from the rain and just left her cheek wetter than before. They both laughed lightly, but he left his hand lingering against her cheek. Then Ryan leaned down, his lips capturing hers as she reached up and ran her fingers through his wet hair. His other hand slid around to her lower back and he held her against him. When they pulled back for air, he rested his forehead against hers.

“I came here because I love you too, (YN). Back when Kaley broke up with me, you told me that there would be someone else who loved me more, that they would be my one love and I want it to be you (YN). I want you to be my one love.”

“It will always be me,” she replied softly before their lips met again.

Chapter 25: Happy Thanksgiving (Dallon)

“Hey Dallon,” you greeted your neighbor as you hurried inside to get out of the chilly late November air.
“Oh, hey (YN), he smiled from his mailbox. "How’s it going?”
Every time he smiled at you it make your heart skip. Dallon was always so nice when you ran into him in the halls or the laundry room of your apartment building, always happily making time to talk to you.
“Good, I guess. Going home for Thanksgiving?”
“No, I’ve got work stuff on Wednesday and we have a show on Friday night. You?”
“No, I thought I was being clever buying a plane ticket early to go with my ex to their parents house for Thanksgiving, but then we broke up like a month later and I can’t afford to change the ticket,” you said forlornly, your gaze drifting to the floor.
“Oh I’m sorry,” Dallon replied. When you looked up, he was looking on you with sympathetic eyes.
“Its ok, I’m going home for Christmas, so that’s fine,” you shrugged. “I’m gonna spend the day relaxing and I’m watch the Charlie Brown Thanksgiving special. Its my favorite thing about the holiday anyway,” you smiled.
Dallon nodded before glancing at his watch. “Sorry, but I gotta get going. I’ll talk to you later, ok?”
“Yea, sure. See ya,” you waved before turning to head up to your apartment.
~
You were settling in for the evening when there was an unexpected knock on the door.
“Hey Dallon,” you smiled when you opened the door.
“Hey, I was wondering since you’re alone on Thanksgiving if you want to come over for dinner that night?”
“Oh! Umm sure, that sounds great!” You replied. “Can I bring anything?”
“Nope, I got it all handled,” Dallon smiled mischievously.
“Ok then, what time?” You laughed.
“Six work for you?”
“Sure, I’ll be there,” you smiled up at him.
“See ya then,” he said, returning your smile.
~
You had spent most of your Thanksgiving morning texting with your friend Christine. She was at her boyfriend Frank’s house for the holiday, but when you had said you needed help picking the right outfit for your dinner with ‘the most gorgeous man alive’ she was more than happy to help.
‘That’s way too fancy!’ ‘Are you going to his place for dinner or to do laundry? Put in a little effort!’ ‘Frank says thats sexy so probably not first date material. Wait is this a date?’ Were some of the responses you received on the outfits you sent her.
‘How about this?’ You sent along with a photo of your dark red sweater and jeans.
‘Perfect mix of cute and casual, 100% approve. Frank says you look cute too’
You grinned at the response, sending back a quick thank you, and finished getting ready.
Promptly at six you arrived at Dallon’s door. Even though he said you didnt need to bring anything, you had made a plate of frosted sugar cookies.
“Happy Thanksgiving!” He greeted you warmly.
“You too! I know you said not to bring anything, but my mom would be disappointed in me if I didn’t,” you said offering up the cookies.
Dallon smiled. “Not a problem, it will fit in with the meal nicely.”
You followed him into his apartment and took it in. It was the same layout as yours, but was cozier than you imagined it would be. It smelled of clean laundry and surprisingly, toast. That’s when you saw the table.
There was a plate full of slices of buttered toast, bowls of pretzel sticks, popcorn, and jelly beans. The scene was totally bizarre to you until it clicked.
“Is this the feast from Charlie Brown Thanksgiving?” You asked in awe. To your own surprise you felt yourself getting a little choked up and hoped he wouldn’t notice.
Dallon laughed. “I was worried you wouldn’t get it and think I was crazy.”
“No, this is so cool that you thought to do this,” you said trying to subtly wipe at the tear threatening to spill over.
You both loaded up plates with treats, leaving room for ice cream sundaes for dessert, and headed to his couch where he had the Charlie Brown special queued and ready to be watched.
“Thanks again for inviting me over and doing all this for me, I mean its way more than I would have expected anyone to do for me,” you said after the show finished, starting to feel choked up again. You meant it, you were not used to people being so thoughtful toward you. On top of the loneliness you had thinking you’d spend the holiday alone, you were feeling more emotional than usual.
“I don’t think anyone should be alone on the holidays,” Dallon replied and paused. “And I’ve been trying to think of a way to ask if you would want to go out with me.”
“Really?” You couldn’t believe someone as kind and beautiful as Dallon would want to ask you out, let alone be nervous to do so.
“Yea, I really like you (YN),” he replied glancing down at his lap nervously.
You reached out and touched his arm and he looked up at you. “I’d very much like to go out with you Dallon,” you said softly.
In an instant, the concern and nervousness that seemed to cloud him lifted and he smiled brightly. He lifted his hand and brushed your hair behind your ear and you reflexively leaned into the touch. His fingertips ghosted over the side of your neck and you were leaning in. His lips met yours softly, holding back at first, but then moving against yours with more assurance as he could feel you smiling.
“I was wondering if you wanted to come to my show tomorrow night, maybe grab dinner, a real dinner before?” Dallon asked when you finally pulled back from the kiss.
“That sounds like a wonderful idea,” you smiled. He grinned back and pulled you in for another kiss.

Chapter 26: Ryan Seaman Valentine's Fic

Your eyes went wide as you walked into the bar. You didn’t know how you had gone so long not knowing this place existed, because it was exactly the type of bar you loved. There was a band playing live music, but it wasn’t too loud so you could still carry on a conversation with your friends. The drinks were even reasonably priced.

You and your friends sat around a table and listened to the musicians jamming for a while. You couldn’t help but watch the guy who was on the drums. He played with such enthusiasm, his delighted grin was infectious. He must have felt you staring, as he glanced your way and you couldn’t help but blush when that smile was directed your way.

“(YN), earth to (YN)!” Your friend Leigh said elbowing your side to get your attention.

“Ow! What?”

“Are you gonna go play?”

“Play what?”

“Bass! Haven’t you been practicing?”

“That sounds awesome, go up there!” Your other friend Christine suggested.

“Nah I’m not good enough to jam with these guys, they seem like professionals!”

“That guy that was up there singing before was way off key, and that keyboard player really doesn’t know what they’re doing. They’re just having fun, go on!” Leigh argued.

You glanced over your shoulder and saw the bass guitar was sitting in its case as the band quieted down for a moment. Some of the other players got up, giving high fives and pats on the back to each other. That’s when you tossed back the rest of your drink and got up.

“Anyone mind?” You asked, gesturing toward the bass when you made your way over.

“Nope, go ahead!” The smiley drummer said and you picked up the instrument and slung the strap over your shoulder.

“You ready, Ryan?” Another guy called from behind the keyboard.

“Hell yea, you ready… umm…”

“(YN),” you smiled, “and yea I think so.”

Ryan started playing, laying down a beat and you soon joined in, then the guy playing the keyboard. You couldn’t believe how well you were playing together, it was like you had been jamming together for ages.

When the song was done, you couldn’t help but start laughing with delight. “That was so good!” You exclaimed.

“Yea! New girl!” The guy who played keyboard exclaimed, rushing over to give you a high five.

“Thanks!” You laughed.

“You’re really good!” Ryan said with a grin. “If my band ever needs someone to fill in for our bass player, I might have to give you a call.”

You laughed again, slightly more nervous now. Was this cute guy trying to get your number? How were you supposed to react to that? You decided to try to play it cool. “I should have known you’re in a band, you guys are really good,” you replied nodding toward the other guy that had been playing the keyboard.

“Oh, Josh? He’s not in my band, he’s in a band, but not the one I’m in. Do you come here often?”

“First time actually, it was my friend’s idea,” you said nodding to the table of your friends who were grinning back at you.

“Well maybe I’ll see you around,” he smiled as he followed his friend back to their table. You waved and smiled back and headed to yours.

“That was awesome!” Leigh exclaimed.

“Seriously! And that guy was so cute!” Christine said bumping your arm with hers.

“Right? I think I might have to make this my regular hang out,” you grinned.

~

The following weeks you found yourself going back to that bar again and again. You loved that the bar had live music almost every night, and frequently had open mic nights where people would just jam together. Playing with other people, especially when Ryan and his friends were there was your favorite.

It didn’t escape your notice that as you started to go more regularly, Ryan started to show up more often as well. Each time you saw him, he came over to talk to you and you soon got to know each other pretty well. You had developed a crush on him pretty quickly, and while you hoped he was flirting with you, you couldn’t be exactly sure. As Valentine’s Day quickly approached, you hoped maybe he would ask you out, but as the date arrived, you found yourself arriving at the bar alone.

“Hey (YN),” you heard someone say as you stood at the bar waiting for your drink. You glanced over and found Ryan smiling down at you.

“Hey, good to see you!” You exclaimed as he wrapped you in a warm hug.

“I was hoping you’d be here tonight,” he replied.

“Why’s that?” You asked before taking a sip of your drink, your heart beginning to race.

“I’m, umm, leaving to go on tour for a couple weeks tomorrow and I didn’t wanna go without, umm, seeing if you’d like to go out with me sometime?”

You almost choked on your drink. “Yea! I mean,” you laughed realizing how overly enthusiastic you sounded. “Yea, that sounds cool. When were you thinking?”

Ryan was now grinning at your response. “Does it make me sound desperate if I say now? I mean it is Valentine’s Day.”

You laughed and shook your head. “Not at all. Want me to grab a table?”

He nodded and ordered himself a drink as you made your way to a quiet corner of the bar. As he made his way over, you could feel the butterflies in your stomach. The best part of a surprise date was definitely not having a chance to overthink or worry too much beforehand, but now you were nervous.

“So where are you guys stopping on your tour?” You asked when he settled into his seat on the other side of the small table.

“All over! I’m excited to get out there and see the people who are enjoying what Dallon and I are doing.”

“Well you guys are awesome, so you deserve all the attention,” you smiled and you could have sworn you saw him blushing.

“Thanks,” he laughed. Just then the band began to play. Ryan shifted his chair around so he could watch, and scooted closer to you. You glanced over at him and suddenly it was your turn to blush. You noticed Ryan shuffling nervously in his seat after a few minutes and you started to worry for a moment until he put his around your shoulders, which you happily settled in to.

The night went by far too quickly when Ryan sadly said he needed to get home to finish packing for the tour.

“Did you drive or need to call a ride?” Ryan asked when you got outside.

“Actually I walked. I’m only a couple blocks away.”

“Is that safe?” Ryan asked with a concerned tone.

“It’s fine,” you shrugged. “But you could always walk me if you have the time?”

“I’d love to,” he smiled and took your hand as you lead the way down quiet streets.

“Thanks for the nice night,” you smiled as you stopped under the streetlight in front of your building.

“I was just glad you were there tonight. I’d been trying to work up the courage to ask you out since the night we met and I didn’t wanna miss my chance.”

“Really?” You beamed and he nodded. “Well I’m really glad you did.”

An anticipation hung in the air between you two as he reached up and cupped your cheek gently. You both leaned in until your lips met, softly at first, then more assuredly as you clutched at his leather jacket.

When you pulled back, his eyes searched your face for any hint of regret, but found nothing but you blushing and smiling happily. “Can I call you when I’m on the road?”

“I really hope you do,” you replied.

He nodded and smiled. “Night (YN).”

“Night Ryan,” you replied before leaning up and planting another quick kiss on his lips and heading inside, leaving him under the streetlight in a delighted haze from your first Valentine’s together.

Chapter 27: Spencer Smith Valentine's Fic

“Oh god no,” you groaned as you read the email again. The words in their condescending fancy font remained unchanged no matter how many times you read them.

You are cordially invited to our Valentine’s Dinner

7 PM sharp on Friday February 14th 2020

Cocktail attire is expected

Please RSVP by February 9th

Your sister had to be out of her mind. She had always been a fan of Valentine’s Day, mainly because not a single year went by since she started elementary school where she didn’t receive more cards and candy than anyone else.

You, on the other hand, were the exact opposite of her in almost every way and rarely celebrated the holiday that focused so squarely on love. You weren’t dating anyone, and now your sister expected you to bring someone to her dinner party that you didn’t want to attend.

As you pondered how you were going to get out of attending the party, your phone lit up. You glanced down at it and saw your friend Spencer had sent you a goofy Baby Yoda meme. A smile crept across your face as you replied to him, and then an idea dawned on you.

Spencer, I need your help. What are you doing on Valentines day?

There was a long pause before he replied to your message.

Nothing, why?

My sister is having a valentines dinner party and i need someone to come with me so i’m not miserable. I can compensate you for your time

So let me get this straight. You want to hire me to be your date to a Valentine’s Party?

Exactly.

Ok i’m in

SERIOUSLY?!

Sure, i’m always in for a free meal 😁

YOU’RE THE BEST DUDE!!!

You did a happy dance in your chair as you replied.

I’ll forward you the invite, thank you so so much!

~

When Valentine’s Day arrived, you got dressed up and took the time to do your hair and makeup nicely. You knew your sister would be judgemental if you didn’t put an effort into your appearance. You were just pulling on your shoes when your doorbell rang.

“Hey Spence- oh my god!” You exclaimed when you opened the door. In his hands were a deep red rose and a box of your favorite chocolates.

“Happy Valentine’s day,” he smiled and offered you the gifts.

“That better not be a pity rose. Pity chocolate I’ll take, but that’s it,” you scolded as you took them from him.

“They’re not pity chocolates, or a pity rose, they’re just gifts because,” he paused, “I dunno, it’s Valentine’s day and you deserve something nice.”

You felt a blush burn across your cheeks. “Well thanks. You clean up really nice by the way,“ you smiled when you saw his nice suit.

"Thanks,” he smiled back, smoothing his lapel. “So, umm, do we need to pretend we’re dating for this party, or…”

You suddenly felt a blush rising in your cheeks. “Oh, I hadn’t even thought about that. I guess we should. We’ll need a backstory, although my sister already knows you a little.”

“We could say that I’ve had a crush on you for years and a while back I finally worked up the nerve to ask you out and here we are,” Spencer offered.

“Simple, easy to remember. I like it, let’s get going,” you smiled.

You and Spencer were the last to arrive at the party and unfortunately that meant all eyes were on you when you walked in. As if Spencer sensed you tensing up, he grabbed your hand as you made your way in.

“I’m so glad you could finally join us,” your sister Renee said as you took off your coats. “Hi Spencer, you’ll have to tell me all about when you got together, but we’re about to start dinner so follow me!”

You glanced up at Spencer, but he smiled back reassuringly as you followed her into the dining room.

“Now that our last guests are here, time to start dinner. You all know my little sister (YN) right?” She said before breezing out of the room and back into the kitchen.

“Hi,” you waved at your sisters friends. “Umm this is Spencer.”

“Are you two dating?” Her friend Tom asked.

“Yea, have been for a few months,” Spencer chimed in, sending a smile your way.

“Well that’s news to me,” Renee said as she sat the plates down in front of you.

“We were keeping it low key,” you replied, annoyed with your sister’s response.

“Ok, ok,” she conceded before darting back out to the kitchen.

As everyone settled into their meals, the conversation turned away from you and Spencer, and you were finally able to relax. As the night progressed, you and Spencer slipped into your own conversation, oblivious to everyone around you. Maybe it was the candlelight, or the holiday, or the way he held your hand and looked in your eyes as you talked, which was for show you reminded yourself, but without warning you found yourself starting to feel something for your friend.

It started as a warm feeling in your chest and that turned to butterflies as he rubbed the top of your hand with his thumb. You didn’t even notice when everyone else got up from the table, leaving you and Spencer still in your own world until Renee came in and placed a dessert in front of each of you.

“Oh, thanks,” you smiled up at her, but the look she was giving you wasn’t one you had seen before.

“Of course,” she replied before going back to the rest of her guests who had assembled in the living room.

“Thanks for being super awesome tonight,” you said to Spencer as you dug into your dessert. “I dunno how I can make it up to you. Cash? Baked goods?”

Spencer laughed softly and looked down. “I’ll think about it.”

When you finished eating, you took the plates and found Renee in the kitchen. “Hey, thanks for having us over. I think we’re gonna go soon.”

“Ok,” she smiled. “(YN), can I be honest with you?”

“Umm, sure,” you replied.

“I didn’t believe you and Spencer were together when you RSVP’ed. I thought you just paid off one of your friends so you wouldn’t have to be alone, but I can tell you guys are really smitten with each other. I’m happy to see you happy.”

You were stunned by her words. “Oh, well, yea,” you laughed nervously. “Thanks again for the invite.”

“Of course. Maybe you and Spencer can come on a double date with me and Derek sometime. It will be a bit easier to talk with fewer people around.”

“Sure,” you replied with a tightlipped smile. You gave her a quick hug before going to find Spencer by the front door.

“Ready to go?”

“Yea, let’s get out of here,” you said. Relief flooded over you as you got outside and into the cool air. The ride back to your place was silent until Spencer pulled up in front of your door.

“Do you wanna come inside?” You asked, the words falling from your lips before they even registered.

“Umm, sure,” he replied.

He followed you inside and you both sat down on the couch. You tried to think of what you wanted to say, but the words wouldn’t come. Luckily Spencer broke the silence.

“(YN), I need to tell you something, but first I think I know how I’d like to be repaid for tonight?”

“Oh really?”

“Yea. I’d like to take you out on a date. A real date.”

You were stunned. “What?”

“When I was coming up with our backstory, I was being honest. I have liked you for so long, and this is me, getting up the courage to ask you out.”

“Yes,” you laughed and nodded. “Yes, yes please, I’d love to go out with you!”

Spencer’s face lit up into a smile as well, eyes sparkling with happiness. “(YN), can I kiss you?”

You nodded as your eyes flitted down to his lips as he scooted closer to you so your knees were touching. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before leaning in slowly. Your lips met and it was everything you hoped it would be. Soft and loving, but over far too soon when it ended.

“This is the best Valentine’s day ever,” you murmured.

Spencer just nodded and let out a soft laugh before leaning in to kiss you again.

Chapter 28: I'm Feeling Hot and Wet (Patrick Stump Smut)

You wiped the sweat off your forehead as you finished moving your gear off the stage. Your band was playing its third summer in a row on the Warped Tour and you had just finished your first show of the two day stand in Chicago.

“Hey, you guys sounded amazing!” A familiar voice said behind you.

You spun around and grinned. “Patrick! You came?!” You asked as you threw your arms around his neck in a hug, almost knocking his trucker hat off his head

“I had to come see my favorite band play!”

“I’m so glad you could make it, Mr Biggest Band in the World!“ you grinned.

Patrick blushed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Do you wanna hang out after you finish?” He asked nodding toward your bandmates moving gear.

“Oh, yea, I should help them,” you laughed, “but yea, I’ll meet you here in like an hour?”

“Sounds good,” he smiled and waved as you went back to work.

You finished moving your equipment back to the bus belonging to your band and then grabbed a quick shower before meeting up with Patrick. Your crush on him started when both of your bands played Warped Tour 2005. He had been shy and sweet, a total departure from the majority of the guys on the tour and you wanted to spend all your free time with him. 

While Fall Out Boy had gone on to have massive success, especially with their current album Infinity on High, but your band hadn’t found as much success yet. Sure you were doing well, but not Fall Out Boy well.

“Hey guys, I’m gonna go out for a bit with Patrick,” you announced, gathering your bag and phone.

“Ooooh are you gonna get some?” Your bandmate Liam laughed. “Be sure to be safe!”

“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes. “If something was gonna happen between me and Patrick, it would have by now,” you shrugged.

“Wait, does this mean you want something to happen with Patrick?” Another one of your bandmates, Amanda, asked.

You felt your cheeks start to burn red and without saying anything more, you turned on your heel and ran out of the bus, their cheering and kissy noises fading as you walked away.

“Hey, wanna go grab something to eat?” Patrick asked when you found him again.

“Sounds good, I’ll let you pick since I’m sure you know all the best spots in town.”

“I think I know just the place,” he replied.

You caught up with each other as you walked along, the conversation flowing naturally as it always did, but you were very aware of how your hand occasionally brushed against his. After another instance, he took a deep breath and grabbed your hand. You could feel the blush burning across your cheeks as you glanced over at him. He was blushing too as he glanced back at you and smiled.

It wasn’t a long walk from the venue grounds to the pizza place Patrick wanted to go to, and luckily it wasn’t too busy either. You each ordered a slice and found a booth in the back corner.

“Are you guys going on tour again soon?” You asked.

“Yea in the fall,” he replied and then paused in thought. “Wait, we still need an opener. Are you guys touring in the fall?”

“Not yet,” you smiled, excitement starting to build in you.

“I’ll talk to the label and maybe you guys can come out with us!”

“That would be awesome,” you grinned.

“And then maybe we could go out on more dates like this?” Patrick said sheepishly.=, glancing at his pizza in front of him.

“I would love that,” you smiled. He looked up and grinned back.

The rest of the time at the pizza place seemed more relaxed. Even if it didn’t work out for your band to go on tour with Fall Out Boy, knowing that Patrick liked you back felt like a win.

“Do you wanna go back to your bus? Or my place isn’t too far away?” He asked hesitantly.

“I’ve spent plenty of time with my bandmates lately, I don’t need to be back anytime soon,” you smiled.

“Cool,” Patrick replied with a smile. He took your hand again as he lead the way to the train station that would take you back to his apartment. But as you walked along, the sky that had been overcast all day finally opened up and it started to pour.

You shrieked in surprise as the cold drops fell on you and you both started running toward the platform to get under the shelter. As you ran up to the shelter, your shoe hit a puddle that sent you slipping, but Patrick caught you before you hit the wet ground.

“Woah, I got you,” he said holding you steady by the arms.

“Thanks,” you breathed, holding on to him as well.

As the rain fell, you were both leaning in until your lips were meeting his soft, plush lips. His hands moved from your arms to your sides, pulling your body to his as you reached up and brushed your fingertips against his neck. Everything about him was soft and warm despite the cold rain.

You had no idea how much time had passed, only that the train finally arrived and you were soaked through. You hurried inside and grabbed a seat with Patrick. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you both laughed at how soaked you were. Then he was leaning back in, and you were kissing him again, but it was more intense than last time. You deepened the kiss by letting your tongue slip against his, and he let out a quiet moan that drove you crazy.

His hands tangled into your hair as you clutched at his shirt.

“Get a room!” The gruff voice of an old man from the back of the train car shouted. You and Patrick jumped apart and glanced back to see the man shaking his head and you couldn’t help but laugh. You rested your head against his shoulder and he played with your hands until you arrived at his stop.

Night was falling and the streetlights made the wet roads sparkle. The rain did not let up as you hurried to his building and he let you in and up to his apartment. He explained that he couldn’t give up a space in Chicago, even if he wasn’t here as much as he would like. The space was neat and smelled like him you noticed when you walked in. The air conditioner had been left on causing you to shiver.

“Are you cold?” Patrick asked as he flipped on the light.

“I’m ok, just wet,” you laughed.

“Let’s get out of these clothes,” he said before heading toward the bedroom. Then he stopped and turned, eyes wide. “I didn’t mean… I mean dry clothes… unless you… I’m sorry,” he babbled.

You laughed and crossed the room to him. You placed your hand on his cheek and leaned in and kissed him. He kissed you back and you reached down slowly and started playing with the hem of his t-shirt. He took the hint and let you pull the wet shirt off, knocking off his hat along the way. He quickly reconnected your lips, trying to keep from letting you get too good of a look at his body, self-consciousness taking over.

His hands found your hips, sliding just under the hem of your shirt, calloused fingers grazing against your sides. You let out a gasp at the feeling as they roamed over your skin. “You can,” you started and he took the hint, pulling off the wet material.

From there, he took your hand again and led the way to his bedroom. You sat on the edge of the bed and he sat next to you tentatively and you were making out again, hands moving over each other’s bodies, the mix of nerves and excitement between the both of you was palpable.

Soon you were leaning back and he was hovering over you. Blindly you each fumbled for the buttons on your jeans and kicked them off. You raked your nails over the pale skin of his back as he massaged your chest. Then you decided to take things to the next level as you reached down and palmed him through his boxers. You were surprised at his size and then surprised by the sound of the moan you caused him to spill from his lips. His hands traveled down and squeezed your thigh before tracing up between your legs and languidly tracing against your core. It was your turn to let out gasping moans.

“(Robin) are you sure you want to?” Patrick asked, looking in your eyes.

“Yea, I’m very sure,” you smiled and he grinned back, biting his lip and nodded. You slid the rest of the way up the bed, so your head was on the soft pillows as he dug in his bedside table for protection. You shimmied out of your undergarments and he got himself ready. He climbed back on the bed and lined himself up between your legs. His lips met yours as he pressed into you, causing you to gasp as he filled you so totally.

He moved to kiss at your neck as he moved slowly at first, then picking up the pace as you both chased your high. He reached between you and you let out a moan as his rough fingers massaged against you.

“I’m close,” you gasped.

“Yea, yea, me too,” he mumbled against your neck.

Moments later you came undone, and triggering his release as well.

He rolled off of you and nuzzled against your neck as you both panted, catching your breath.

“(Robin) that was amazing,” he said with a relieved laugh.

“Best date ever,” you grinned, looking over at him. He grinned and leaned in, giving you another kiss.

Chapter 29: Snowed In (Dallon Weekes)

Summary:

From the prompt “It’s not as bad as it looks” “You’re not very convincing" with Brobecks era Dallon

“Thanks again for waiting for me Dallon,” you said as you settled into the passenger seat.

“Of course! I know Ryan and the other guys wanted to catch some of the other acts in the festival, but as long as we’re there before we go on stage, I don’t mind,” he shrugged.

You watched the darkening clouds as you drove along. The Brobecks were playing a winter festival in Denver, which meant a long drive. Unfortunately for you, your day job wouldn’t give you the day before off, but Dallon offered to hang back and drive with you so you wouldn’t be stuck driving alone.

You chatted happily with your friend, talking about the latest music you’d heard, what you hoped was coming up for the band, and every other thing you could think of. Every time you offered to take over driving duties, Dallon insisted he could handle it. Eventually you started to feel your eyelids getting heavy, a week of work, band practices and life in general wearing you out, and eventually you were asleep, curled against the cool window.

Dallon glanced over and smiled to himself, you looked so cute when you were sleeping peacefully. He didn’t know how to explain to you that he would have waited until the end of the earth for you, that he’d rather ride with you in this car just to be around you for uninterrupted hours than to do almost anything else.

After a while, his joy of spending time with you turned to concern, as heavy, wet flakes of snow started to fall. Hearing Dallon’s grumbling woke you from your nap.

“What’s goin on? Oh my god that’s a lot of snow!”

“It’s not as bad as it looks,” Dallon replied, leaning forward slightly in his seat to watch the road.

“You’re not very convincing,” you replied, nervousness twisting at your stomach. “Maybe we should pull over somewhere until the snow lets up.”

Dallon sighed. “Yea, I think I saw a sign for a town up ahead a couple miles, we can see if it’s going to let up soon, or maybe there’s a motel if we need to wait it out.”

Your heart skipped a little at those words. Going to a motel, with Dallon. Getting a room with Dallon. No, it wasn’t going to be like that. You were friends, bandmates! You couldn’t help your crush on him, he was after all one of the best looking men you had ever seen, not to mention kind, funny, clever and dorky as hell, but you knew you shouldn’t be getting your hopes up.

Soon the sign for a gas station could be seen through the falling snow. You both got out and went inside to find an older man behind the counter, watching a small TV.

“‘Scuse me, do you know if they’re saying the snow will be done soon?” Dallon asked.

The man laughed and turned the TV so you both could see. The meteorologist showed a gigantic swath of blue, indicating snow, moving through the area. “Should be cleared out by morning. Plows will come through when it’s done.”

You looked up at Dallon, stress written across his face. “Is there a hotel or something in town?”

“Yea, stay on the main road, drive about half a mile and it’s on the right side. Tell ‘em Barry sent ya and they’ll give you a good rate,” he smiled.

You both thanked Barry and went back out to the car. “So, do we crash here? Or keep going and potentially crash?” You asked.

“I think I’d rather play it safe. We don’t even have to be there until 4 PM tomorrow. We can call Ryan and let him know.”

You nodded in agreement and set back out through the sloppy snow to your destination. The roads were already turning slick and the car even slid a little as Dallon turned into the driveway of the Evergreen Motel.

You grabbed your bags and headed to the front desk. There was a older lady behind the desk doing a crossword puzzle when you walked in. “Well hello to the luckiest people in town!”

You and Dallon looked at each other, trying to see if the other knew what she meant.

“Why’s that?” You finally asked.

“Well I assume you’re looking for a room to get out of that storm that whipped up? And I happen to only have one left! Anyone who comes after you will have to keep going and the next town is 20 miles away!”

“Oh well, yea, we’ll take what you have!”

The lady grabbed the last key on the wall of hooks behind her and handed it over. “Room 152. Check out is at 11, but the snow should be done by 8 according to the weatherman.”

“And umm, Barry said you’d give us a good rate?”

The lady giggled at that. “Oh Barry is my husband! I’ll certainly give you a good discount if you stopped to see him.”

When you arrived at the room and flipped on the light, you were struck by how dated the decor was, but the room was still clean and well maintained. Then you realized the problem. There was only one bed.

“Oh. Umm, hey Dal,” you started as he walked in behind you.

“Oh,” he said as well when he saw the bed. “And she said this was the last room?”

“Yep.”

“Well, I mean it’s ok right? We’re friends,” he smiled.

“Yea, no, I just didn’t know if you’d be ok with it,” you said awkwardly.

“Yea, no problem,” he replied with a smile and you thought your knees might give out.

You went into the bathroom and brushed your teeth and changed into your pajamas. When you came back out, you found Dallon had changed as well and settled in against the pillows.

“Sorry, I didn’t know what side of the bed you wanted,” he said, about to get up.

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m not picky you said sitting cross legged near the end of the bed. "What are you watching?”

“There’s nothing really on, just a bunch of weird old movies.”

“This whole town feels weird. Like a town out of time.”

Dallon hummed. “I like that, I’m gonna remember that.”

You shrugged in response as you watched the old movie play on the tv, oblivious to the fact that Dallon was paying much more attention to you than to what was on the screen.

As the credits rolled, you stretched and crawled up to the top of the bed and climbed in next to Dallon. The room was a little cold, so finally getting under the blankets felt nice. You both turned out your lights and lay in the dark silence of the room.

“So, umm, goodnight,” he said quietly.

“‘Night,” you replied, staring up at the ceiling, trying to ignore how badly you wanted to cuddle against him.

You didn’t even realize you had fallen asleep until you felt a hand on your arm. “(YN), are you ok?”

“Hmm?” You replied sleepily.

“You’re shivering, are you cold?” Dallon asked concerned.

You realized then be was right, you were freezing. “Yea, I’m cold,” you said, pulling the blankets around you further.

“Come here,” he mumbled, as he pulled you against him, his body so much warmer than yours. He wrapped his arm across your middle, his breath soft against the back of your neck.

“Thanks,” you whispered, not sure what else to say.

“Mmhmm,” he replied sleepily.

The next morning Dallon woke up to the sound of slow plows on the road. When he opened his eyes, he realized that you were in fact still in his arms, sleeping peacefully. He knew in that moment that this couldn’t be the last time this happened. He didn’t want to go back to pining for you, longing for you to finally notice that he was crazy about you.

You started to wake and at first you didn’t remember where you were. Then it dawned on you. The motel room. Dallon. His arm was still around you, holding you tight against him and you didn’t want to move, in case it never happened again.

“(YN)?” Dallon said softly. You closed your eyes tight, wishing the moment wasn’t about to end.

“Yea?” You asked rolling over to look at him.

“I’m glad we got stuck here,” he said. 

“Me too,” you whispered.

Dallon looked surprised at your response. “Really?”

“You’re my favorite person,” you admitted, and put your hand on his.

Dallon held his breath as he looked at your hands together before he turned his over and intertwined his fingers with yours. When he looked up, you were smiling softly.

“I’d weather any storm with you,” he said barely above a whisper and your heart felt like it could leap from your chest. You looked up at him and his blue eyes were full of worry. “I think I’m in love with you, (YN).”

“Dal,” you started.

“I’m sorry if I just wrecked everything-”

“You didn’t,” you cut him off. “Because I think I feel the same way.”

“Do you mean it?” He asked, wide eyed.

“Yea Dallon, I really mean it,” you beamed back at him.

Before you could realize what was happening, Dallon was leaning in and pressing his lips to yours. He dropped your hand to caress your cheek and you ran your hand through his hair. When you came up for air, he was looking back at you like he didn’t believe what had just happened and then you both burst out laughing.

“I think this weird old town might be my favorite place on earth,” you laughed.

“Me too,” he grinned, before leaning back in and kissing you again.

After checking out, you stopped for donuts and coffee and continued the rest of the journey to Denver.

“About time you guys got here!” Ryan exclaimed when you arrived. “We were starting to worry you guys ran off together and left us here to play without you!”.

“Well, funny you should say that,” Dallon started with a smirk as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and you grinned up at him.

Chapter 30: Homecoming (Andy Hurley)

From the second you opened your eyes, you were absolutely buzzing with excitement. Today was the day, the big day, the day you had been looking forward to for all your life. You hurried out of bed, rushing through your morning routine, and into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. Soon you heard footsteps behind you and you turned around to find your half asleep boyfriend Andy.

“Andy! Today’s the day!” You said bouncing happily.

“I know, I’m excited too,” he smiled and reached for a mug of coffee.

“How soon can we go?”

“They don’t open until 10,” he replied leaning against the counter. You let yourself get distracted by the tattoos covering his body. You’d seen them countless times, but they always distracted you.

“But that’s two hours away!” You said snapping back to attention when you glanced at the clock behind him.

“Wanna go get breakfast first?”

You scrunched your face up in thought. “Yea, I guess so, although I may be too excited to eat.”

Andy laughed and placed a kiss on your nose. “I’ll go get dressed,” he said getting up and heading back to the bedroom.

After a delicious breakfast at your favorite vegan cafe, you finally got to your destination of the day. Andy had to hold your hand to keep you from running inside.

“Hello! Welcome to the Multnomah County Humane Society! How can I help you today?” The woman at the front desk asked.

“I’m here to get a dog!” You exclaimed, childlike delight in your voice.

“Excellent! Have you filled out the paperwork yet?”

“Yes and it was sent over yesterday.”

“Oh, you’re (YN) right? Everyone was very interested to meet you,” she smiled. “People are usually excited to adopt a new pet, but your application was a delight to read!”

Andy laughed lightly behind you.

“What?” You asked looking back at him. “She’s not wrong.”

“You’re just cute,” he said as the woman called for a volunteer to come get you to show you back to the adoptable pets.

When you were in the back, you felt tears welling up at the sight of the dogs waiting for their forever home.

“Were you thinking about a big dog or a small dog? Boy or girl? Puppy or senior?” The volunteer asked.

“Are there any dogs that have special needs or might not get adopted for some reason?” You asked.

“Yes actually,” he said leading the way to a pen with a small brown dog with big ears. “This little guy is Curry and as you can see, he only has three legs, which sadly means most people pass him up.”

“Can I meet him?” You asked. The volunteer nodded and picked the small dog up and led the way to a room where you, Andy and Curry could get to know each other and see if he would be a good fit.

“Hey buddy,” you cooed at the dog who wagged his tail so happily, his whole body started to wiggle. “Oh my god, Andy, how could we not take him home?”

“I know,” Andy said with a grin as he scratched behind the dog’s ears.

“Oh Curry, I’ve been waiting for you my whole life and you didn’t even know it! You’re gonna love your new home! I just moved in too and it’s the best, I promise you!” You said to the dog and Andy laughed with a warm smile. 

When you left the humane shelter, you stopped off at the store to pick up a few items specifically for Curry, although you had purchased most things once you received word your application had been approved.

When you got home, you watched with absolute delight as Curry explored his new home, sniffing everything, tail wagging happily. You’d always wanted a dog, but due to allergies, you couldn’t have one growing up, and when you moved out, you couldn’t find an apartment that would allow pets. Then you met Andy and after about a year of dating, he asked you to move in with him and shortly after you asked if you could get a dog. He was enthusiastic about getting one and then it was only a matter of time. 

“Are you finally happy?” Andy asked, sneaking up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. 

“Mmhmm,” you nodded, resting your head back against his shoulder.

“We’re like a little family now,” he said and you could have sworn you felt his heart beating in his chest. “So maybe we make it official?”

“What do you mean?” You asked, turning around to face him. Then you noticed something in his hand.

“Will you marry me?” He asked with such sincerity you thought you might start to cry on the spot.

“Yes!” You grinned, throwing your arms around him as Curry barked happily at your feet. “This really is the best day ever!”

Chapter 31: A Little Less Sixteen Candles… (Patrick Stump)

Notes:

This was written a year ago, but somehow I never posted it here, only on my tumblr, so here you go!

You were awakened by the sound of your phone ringing. Bleary eyed, you answered it without looking. “Hello?”

“Happy birthday dear!” You heard your mom cheer from the other end.

“Thanks,” you mutter before rolling over and looking at the clock. “Wait, Mom, it’s 5 AM, why couldn’t you have waited?” You asked sitting up further.

“It is? Honey, its 5 AM there, I thought you said it would be later?” You heard your Mom ask your Dad.

“No, I said to call her later,” you heard him reply. Your parents had retired and were traveling around the world but could never seem to grasp what time it was back home. You groaned and tried to get their attention.

“Hey, hey… guys… parents… hey!” You were practically shouting into your phone.

“Ok, well sorry to wake you, we’ll let you go back to sleep. Enjoy your day!” You mom said before hanging up. There was no way you were going back to sleep now, so apparently you were starting your birthday earlier than expected.

~

You walked into the office, sleep deprived and groggy. You could already hear a commotion and your heart skipped a beat, wondering if your coworkers remembered your birthday and had done something for you. Or maybe you had been sent flowers and they were admiring them. Then you noticed they were surrounding your coworker Gloria’s cubicle.

“Congrats sweetie!”

“Absolutely gorgeous!”

“He’s such a catch!”

Then you saw it. The ring on her finger was humongous and the sparkle was almost blinding.

“Oh, Mark proposed? Congratulations,” you said politely.

“Oh, (YN), did you just get here? You have to hear this whole story!” Another coworker said.

“Ok, ok, I’ll tell it again,” Gloria gushed. It didn’t take her too much encouragement to be the center of attention. She started in on her story about how her now husband-to-be took her out for their anniversary the night before. They went to the most expensive restaurant in town, then a horse-drawn carriage ride through the park where he later proposed.

You continued to smile politely as you listened. “Well, it sounds like the perfect night for you.”

“It really was,” Gloria gushed.

You continued on to drop off the box of donuts you brought in at the break room.

“Did you bring in treats for Gloria? That’s so nice of you!” One of the guys from the IT department asked.

“No, it’s my birthday!” you snapped back. A wave of embarrassment washed over you immediately after your outburst.

“Oh, sorry, happy birthday. I’m just gonna grab a glazed.” He said reaching past you carefully for a donut. He looked at you a little nervously as he hurried away. You went back to your desk to send out an email alerting everyone to the treats.

As the morning passed, you kept turning around expectantly as one of the administrative assistants brought bouquet after bouquet of flowers back to Gloria’s desk. A few people who walked by your desk wished you a happy birthday, but it always was a stop on the tour to see Gloria and her giant ring, the story of the engagement filling the department over and over again. You tried to turn your headphones up to block it out.

“(YN), are you coming along?” Your coworker Jenny asked.

You turned around, pulling out your headphones. “Sorry, what?”

“We’re gonna have a celebration lunch for Gloria, wanna come along?”

“Oh, umm, I have a lot to do, but you guys have fun.”

“Ok then,” she replied as she started to walk away, before turning back. “(YN), are you ok?”

“Yea, no, I’m fine.”

She nodded before walking away. You dug your phone out of your purse and saw you had a text from your closest friend Christine.

From Christine:
Happy birthday boo! Hope you have an amazing day!

To Christine:
Actually it sucks. No one seems to have remembered at all & my coworker got engaged so that’s all anyone cares about. Can you just like move back here so we could do something fun tonight??

From Christine:
I’m sorry 😟
Wait
I have an idea

To Christine:
Plane ticket?

From Christine:
NO, call Patrick

To Christine:
Isn’t it weird to be like, “hey, we’ve gone out a couple dates now, wanna go out tonight? btw its my bday so pressure’s on, make it good!”

From Christine:
I wouldn’t have set you up if I didn’t think he’d be a good guy for you. Just ask him if he wants to hang out

To Christine:
Uuuuuugghhhhhh I want to but I’m just in such a shitty mood, I don’t want him to think im a whiny brat

From Christine:
But you are kinda being one… Said with love of course

To Christine:
K thanks for the dragging, I gotta get back to work

~

On your drive home, you finally had peace and quiet with which to think. You were jealous of Gloria. Not that she had gotten the engaged, that wasn’t something you were concerned with at the moment, and the way her fiancée did it was way over the top, which you heard described at least 2 dozen times that day, certainly wasn’t your style. You were jealous of all the attention she was getting because you thought you would at least get a small portion of it since it was your birthday. You felt sad, forgotten and unimportant.

When you got home, you opened the Facebook app on your phone. A couple birthday greetings from miscellaneous relatives, but that was it. ‘No one uses Facebook anymore’ you reasoned, trying to push back the feeling that no one cared about you on your special day. You scanned Instagram, Twitter; no shout outs, no posts dedicated to you like you sometimes saw on those platforms. You felt like you had been punched in the gut. Everyone forgot about your birthday.

“Now I know how Molly Ringwald felt,” you muttered as you laid down on the couch and turned on the TV, scrolling through the channels, looking for something to distract you. A few minutes of wallowing later, there was a knock at your door. You answered without checking first and were surprised to find Patrick standing at the other side.

“Patrick, what are you doing here?”

“I heard it was your birthday. I asked Christine if she knew if you had any plans, and she said you didn’t and you were having a bad day, so,” he held up a bouquet of bright flowers and a package of cupcakes.

“You did this for me?” you said looking at the flowers. “Christine didn’t put you up to this, did she?”

Patrick shook his head. “Nope, just told me that you’re free and having a hard day.”

You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes, so you quickly turned to the kitchen to put the flowers in a vase.

“Yea, my birthday was kinda overlooked because of someone else at work,” you sniffled. “But saying that out loud makes me feel kinda stupid,” you said putting the flowers on your table.

“Don’t feel bad, it’s understandable,” Patrick said sympathetically.

“I’m sorry, you’re being so nice and I’m being a terrible host. Do you want something to drink?”

“You’re fine,” he replied with a kind smile. “What do you have?”

“I have, umm,” you looked in your fridge and cabinets. “Water, coffee, tea, and hot chocolate.”

“I haven’t had hot chocolate in years!”

“Ok then,” you set to work heating up some water and Patrick unpacked the cupcakes onto a plate.

“Want to watch a movie, or listen to music?”

“Whatever you want,” you replied coming out to the living room with the hot chocolate where Patrick was waiting with the cupcakes.

“Come on (YN), it’s your day, you pick.”

You groaned as you sank down onto the couch. “Can I just have a hug?”

Patrick opened his arms wide and you wrapped your arms around him, resting your face against the crook of his neck. He held you close as the tears of frustration started to wet the collar of his shirt.

“Hey, it’s ok,” he murmured while rubbing your back. “I’m sorry I didn’t realize you were having a bad birthday until late. I really just want you to have a good day.”

You pulled back and wiped your eyes. “Thank you, Patrick. You being here really makes everything better. I just feel dumb for even caring this much. ”

“Don’t feel dumb. (YN), listen, I know we’ve gone out only a couple of times, but I really like you. You deserve the world,” Patrick said emphatically as he brushed away a tear from your cheek. “I was gonna ask this the next time we went out, but no time like the present. Will you be my girlfriend?” he asked with puppy dog eyes from behind his glasses.

You couldn’t help by smile. “Really? Even after I wrecked the collar of your shirt with my makeup?” You said with a soft laugh as you reaching up to touch the spots your mascara left.

“I couldn’t care less about the shirt, I care about you, (YN).”

“I care about you too,” you replied. “I’d love to be your girlfriend,” you grinned.

He reached out and gently cupped your cheek, pulling you to him in a soft kiss. The warmth and kindness spread throughout you and made everything feel right.

“Let’s get to that cocoa before it gets cold,” Patrick said when you broke the kiss. You giggled and grabbed a cupcake before thinking of something you needed to do.

To Christine:
Thanks for the best present ever

From Christine:
What’s that?

To Christine:
A new boyfriend 💖

From Christine:
WAIT WHAT?! Did he come over? I just told him he should text you bc your birthday was a major disappointment

To Christine
I’ll fill you in later 😁

You tossed your phone aside as you settled in under Patrick’s arm.

“How bout a movie?” he said flipping channels.

“Is Sixteen Candles on Netflix?”

Chapter 32: Sleep Tight (Patrick Stump)

Notes:

Updating my masterlist on my tumblr (user name is the same as on here) and realizing I missed cross posting some stories here! Sorry to any Patrick fans out there, enjoy your content! Also the song used in the story is Promise by Matchbook Romance

Patrick looked over at you as the typing that had been almost constant for hours now become less frequent. You were sitting cross legged on the couch, laptop in front of you illuminating your face, and drawing attention to the fact that your eyelids were clearly getting heavy.

“Hey (YN), maybe it’s time to head to bed,” Patrick said as you sat up straighter at the sound of his voice.

“Nah, I’m fine,” you replied as you tried to remember what you were talking about before sleepiness started to overtake you. You deleted a few lines and started over.

Patrick went back to focusing on his own laptop, but a few minute later he again heard the keystrokes become less frequent and then stop. He glanced over at you and saw your eyes were shut.

“Come on, let’s just go to bed.”

“No, no, I just wanna finish this part,” you mumbled, eyes opening with a start. But again a few minutes later when Patrick looked over, you were very much asleep.

“Ok, that’s all for tonight,” Patrick said sliding the computer off your lap, saving your progress and shutting the lid.

“Nooo,” you whined, but put up no fight. Patrick slid his arms under yours and pulled you to your feet.

“Come on, love” he said gently, as you both trudged slowly to the bedroom. You were already in sweatpants and a t-shirt, so as soon as you got to the room, you flopped face first into the pillows.

Patrick switched off the light and pulled the covers over you before heading back to the bathroom to get himself ready for bed. A few minutes later, you felt the other side of the bed dip as he settled in.

Instinctively, you rolled over and curled yourself against his side, settling your head against his chest, your arm curling around him. He took off his glasses and leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips as his arms wrapped around you safely. You sighed happily, much more comfortable than fighting sleep on the couch.

What would you say if I asked you not to go
To forget everyone, forget everything and start over with me
Would you take my hand and never let me go
Promise me you’ll never let me go Patrick sang softly.

“I love this song,” you said murmured as Patrick continued on with The Matchbook Romance song.

And now the stars aren’t out tonight
But neither are we to look up at them
Why does hello feel like goodbye?
These memories can’t replace
These wishes I wished and dreams I chased
Take this broken heart and make it right

“I love you, Patrick,” you said as you drifted off to sleep.

“Love you too,” replied placing another kiss to the top of your head before letting sleep settle in on him as well.

Chapter 33: On A Summer Day (Patrick Stump)

Notes:

Holy shit, I'm really sorry guys, I found another one. I have no excuse other than untreated depression was really kicking my ass last year.

“Hey Patrick, how are you?” You asked answering your phone happily.

“Is your air conditioning running?” He asked, completely ignoring your question. He sounded desperate.

“Why? Because I better go catch it? Very funny Trick,” you answered, rolling your eyes, a little annoyed at his brusque answer.

“No, I’m serious, mine went out and I think I’m gonna diie!” Patrick whined. “My landlord said he won’t be able to come repair it until Monday, and none of the guys are in town this weekend. Can I come over to your place for a while?”

“Obviously! But dude, pack a bag, you’re gonna stay here as long as you need to,” you replied understanding why he seemed so miserable. A heat wave had settled in and showed no signs of letting up anytime soon.

“Thank you,” Patrick sighed. “I really owe you one.”

“Don’t worry about it. Just bring a pizza with you when you come over. Oh! And I just had a great idea, this is gonna be fun! I'm really excited,” you laughed. “I’ll see you soon!”

~

When Patrick arrived at your apartment, the temperature outside was sweltering. But as you ushered him into your tiny place, a blast of cold air hit him like a snowball to the face.

“Oh my god, it’s so nice in here. Here’s the pizza, I bought Oreos too because I know you like them,” he said, as he let his bag drop to the ground. “Wait, what is that?”

“That is a blanket fort,” you said simply as you took the pizza from him and set it on the kitchen table and grabbed plates from the cupboard.

“But why did you build a blanket fort in your living room?”

“Because the AC unit is on the wall in here, and it gets stuffy in the bedroom. I’ve been sleeping out here on my futon all summer actually. And this way we can stay up and watch movies and hang out. I mean has a blanket fort ever not been awesome?”

Patrick was already crawling under the blanket wall when you turned around. You laughed and followed suit with the pizza and plates.

“You really went all out,” he said looking around in awe of the fairy lights that were strung up, casting a warm glow on the enclosed space. It was perfect combination of cool and cozy.

“Well, it would be kinda weird if I did this just for myself, but since you were coming over, I can pull out all the stops,” you chuckled as you settled in next to Patrick on the floor. “What do you wanna watch?”

Patrick put on The Office and you started to dig into the pizza. Since both of you had seen the show so many times before, it was almost more like background noise as you chatted and joked around. After finishing most of the pizza, and a row of Oreos, you let your head rest against Patrick’s shoulder. You felt him look down at you, but you kept your eyes trained on the tv screen in front of you. Tentatively, he put his arm around your shoulder, and you wiggled contentedly against him, finding the perfect spot. You couldn’t help but smile knowing that the move worked exactly the way you hoped it would.

A while later you were starting to get sleepy and kind of uncomfortable in your denim shorts that you had been wearing all day. “I’ll be right back, I’m gonna go change into something more comfortable,” you said getting up.

“Holy smokes,” Patrick muttered once the bedroom door was closed behind you. Patrick had a major crush on you for the longest time but was always too nervous to do anything about it, mainly because he rarely got time alone with you. Now he didn’t know what was about to happen when he heard the bedroom door open again. He didn’t think you’d move this quickly, but who knew what was about to happen.

“Much better,” you said crawling back under the blankets and Patrick let out a sigh of relief. You had changed into a pair of tropical floral print pajama shorts, and a bright pink tank top. He did catch a glimpse of your lace bralette that was visible due to the lowcut sides of your top and he tried not to let a blush creep up his cheeks. You laid down on the flattened-out futon behind where Patrick sat. “Get up here,” you smiled patting the spot next to you.

He smiled shyly and crawled up next to you, both of you laying on your sides facing each other. “Thanks again for letting me stay over.”

“Of course,” you smiled. “I really like spending time with you, especially without the guys around.”

Then a piece of your hair fell in your face. You tried to blow it out of your face, but it didn’t work, and you laughed. Patrick reached up and brushed it behind your ear, his fingertips, a little calloused from playing guitar, brushed along your cheek.

“(YN),” he said softly, his heart speeding up as you smiled at him.

“Hmm?” You hummed innocently.

“I really like you.”

“Feeling's mutual, Trick,” you grinned. He grinned back and bit his lip, while your stomach did flips. Then he leaned in and gently pressed his lips to yours. When you pulled back, he was blushing, and his glasses were slightly askew.

“I'm really glad no one else was available for you to stay with,” you said.

“Me too,” he said before leaning in again. His lips moved against yours again, this time with more need. It felt like heaven to finally make out with Patrick after so long of wondering what it might be like.

~

The next morning as you woke up you wondered if the last night had been a dream, until you opened your eyes and found yourself face to face with Patrick. His hand holding yours as he slept peacefully. You smiled as you let yourself fall back asleep.The next thing you knew, you felt the hair being brushed out of your face again. You opened your eyes and Patrick pulled his hand back nervously.

“Sorry,” he said, looking embarrassed.

“Its ok,” you mumbled sleepily, a smile forming on your face. “Sleep well?”

“Yea,” he said, tentatively reaching out and putting his hand on your waist.

“Good,” you said leaning in and kissing him again. “I’m gonna make coffee. How does French toast sound?” You asked crawling past him and out of your fort.

“Yea, that sounds great,” Patrick replied.

As you set to work in the kitchen you heard a phone vibrating back in the living room. “Is that me?” You called out.

“No, mine. Hey Joe,” Patrick replied as he answered his phone. “No, it’s ok, I’m staying with (YN).” Another pause. “Yea, yea.” Pause. “Shut up,” he said sounding embarrassed. “Ok, I’ll see you guys later.” Then Patrick came in to the kitchen, looking a little flummoxed.

“Everything ok?”

“Yea, Joe said he could give me the code to his place so I could get in if I needed to while he was gone, and then he was just giving me some shit,” he said rubbing the back of his neck. “So last night was…” he trailed off.

You turned your attention from the bread on the stove in front of you to your nervous friend in front of you and smiled reassuringly. “A lot of fun.”

“I agree,” he smiled, suddenly seeming less worried.

“And maybe could be repeated on a regular basis?” You offered.

“I would love that,” he said, a smile forming across his face.

“Good because I don’t have anywhere to be all day today and I really like French toast and making out with you and I think those things will go really well together.”

“Especially in the fort,” he said taking a step toward you and putting his hands on your waist as you draped your arms over his shoulders.

“I told you the fort was awesome,” you replied with a grin before he leaned in and kissed you again.

Chapter 34: Moscato Made Me Do It (Pete Wentz Smut)

Notes:

Another old one, so sorry guys

(YN) sipped her wine as she watched Pete fuss over his hair in the mirror. It was the last show of the tour and (YN) was so glad that he was going to be all hers again in just a matter of hours. They had a romantic tropical vacation planned that they were going to leave for as soon as they got home and Pete caught up on his sleep, and (YN) could not be more excited.

“So are you glad the tour is over, or are you gonna miss it?” She asked, hoping to draw his attention to her.

“You know I love performing, but I’m ready to take some time to relax,” he said barely turning his attention from the mirror.

The alcohol (YN) was drinking was starting to make her feel a bit bold, so she got up and walked up behind Pete, wrapping her arms around his middle and putting her chin on his shoulder.

“You know, I bought this new swimsuit for our vacation,” she purred in his ear and he raised his eyebrows in attention.

“Oh really?”

“Mmhmm,” she hummed as she started to rub her hands over his torso, feeling the muscles under his shirt. She pressed a kiss to the side of his neck. “It leaves very little to the imagination,” she whispered into his ear, before nipping at his earlobe. The sensation sent chills down his whole body.

Pete grinned and turned in her arms so he was facing her. "I’m already imagining it,” he replied pressing a hot kiss to her lips, his hands sliding to her ass. She grinned into the kiss, glad to finally have his attention completely.

Her tongue slipped into his mouth, his tangled against it, and she pressed herself against him and he let out a soft moan. He then turned her around and lifted (YN) so she was sitting on the counter in front of the mirror and settled between her knees as she pulled him back to her, wrapping her legs around him keeping him there. Pete then started to kiss her neck and (YN) let her head fall to the side as he started to leave marks for everyone to see.

“Oh Pete,” she gasped as his hands dropped down to her thighs, pushing up the skirt of her dress and gripping them as his lips returned to hers. Then she reached for his belt undid it and the button on his pants without breaking the kiss.

One of his hands traced up her body, palming her chest, while the other slipped higher under her skirt and teased at the edge of her panties, sending a shiver down her spine. Her hand had just started to slip past his waistband when there was a sharp knock on the door as it swung open.

Pete and (YN) jumped back from each other like a couple of guilty teenagers as the tour manager poked his head in. “Hey Pete, 10 minutes til you’re on.”

Pete cleared his throat and mumbled “sounds good” without turning around. His voice was thick with lust and hoped it wasn’t too obvious. The door shut again and (YN) couldn’t help but laugh.

“I guess we’ll just have to wait until after the show,” she said running her hand through her hair. 

“I don’t think we need to,” he murmured as he grabbed her face and kissed her passionately.

“Ok, but then what are we gonna do with the other eight minutes?” She asked as they separated.

“Ha ha,” he said rolling his eyes before going back for her neck, leaving another hickey to match the ones he gave her earlier as she gasped and giggled.  

Her hands quickly went back to what they were doing. As she gripped him, he let out a groan against her neck. Pete reached up under her skirt and slipped off her panties and stuck them in his back pocket before she could notice.

“The door isn’t locked,” (YN) panted as his hands went back to massaging her thighs.

“Good,” he muttered before pulling down his jeans and underwear just enough and pulled her to the edge of the counter.

(YN) wrapped her legs around his waist again as he pressed into her. She gasped, it had been a while since they had been together like this and she didn’t realize exactly how badly she missed it.

She braced herself on his shoulders as he started to move and he gripped her hips tightly.

“Fuck (YN),” Pete muttered. “You feel so fucking good.”

She moaned at the compliment and let her head fall back against the mirror as he moved in and out at a steady pace. It felt so incredible. She felt so fulfilled and satisfied already. (YN) sat back up and pulled Pete’s lips to her’s, the passion of the kiss heightened as their hips crashed together.

“Mmm (YN), you’re too good, I’m close.”

“Ok baby,” she murmured. Not hearing confirmation she was close, he reached between them and she let out a loud moan, she couldn’t help herself. The extra sensation quickly pushing her to the edge.

Pete’s movements became much more erratic and the rhythm fell apart as he came, bringing (YN) down with him. They were a panting mess as they held onto each other, shaking.

“Come on Pete,” Patrick called from the other side of the door.

“Shit,” Pete muttered, breath still ragged as he placed his hands against the cool mirror behind (YN), his forehead resting hers.

“Yea,” (YN) murmured. “You need to get out there, then we have a whole week on the beach for this.”

Pete righted himself, fixed his clothes and ran a hand through his previously perfect hair. As he took a step back, (YN) hopped off the counter and glanced around the floor for her underwear.

“Hey Pete, where’s my-” she glanced up and saw he was grinning.

“I’ll hang onto them for you,” he replied. (YN) rolled her eyes and pulled her skirt down checking it in the mirror.

There was another banging on the door. “Pete, you’re on!”

He planted a quick kiss on her lips before rushing out the door and on to the stage, ignoring the looks his band mates were giving him, knowing without him saying why he was late. (YN) eventually made her way to the side stage to watch Pete play his heart out for the last show of the tour and couldn’t help but grin at the fact that she knew what was in his pocket the whole time.

Chapter 35: Before I Drag You Down (Demon! Dallon Weekes)

Notes:

Another one that depression made me forget to upload

Dallon’s eyes scanned the bar. It was filled with sad, desperate people looking for someone to go home with. Someone to cling to for at least a couple hours to keep the loneliness at bay. Then his eyes landed on her and a smirk formed as he made his move.

He slid onto the unoccupied stool and glanced over at the girl sitting there. She was pretty, but seemed shy for a place like this. No matter to him though, he knew just what to do.

“Excuse me,” he said with a smile, “but you don’t mind me taking this spot, right?”

“No, not at all,” she replied as she nervously tucked her hair back.

“Good, because I saw you from across the room and I had to come talk to you,” he said as he extended his hand. “I’m Dallon.”

“(YN). Its nice to meet you,” she replied as his large hand dwarfed hers.

“You don’t seem like the type of girl for a place like this,” he said leaning in as the music got louder.

“I’m not, but my friend said its a good place to meet people.”

“You gotta be careful what kinds of people you meet at a bar, they could be evil,” he said with a look of concern in his bright blue eyes.

“You’d tell me if you’re evil, right?”

“I would,” Dallon replied, running his hand through his brown hair. “I’m the kind of guy you can trust for a thing like that. I just wanna look out for a girl as pretty as you to make sure nothing bad happens to her.”

“Well maybe you should walk me home then,” (YN) replied standing up.

“Let’s go,” he replied with a smirk as he placed his hand on her shoulder and guided her out.

As they walked down the road, Dallon tucked (YN) under his arm protectively until they reached her door.

“Thank you for keeping me so safe, I think you deserved a reward,” (YN) smiled as she reached up and Dallon leaned in. His hands grasped at her waist as their lips met and they began making out on her door step.

She let the kiss become more passionate as his tongue slip against hers and she tangled her hands into his hair.

“Wanna come in?” She asked breathlessly as they separated for a moment.

“Very much,” Dallon replied.

(YN) unlocked her door and pulled him in by the jacket as their lips reconnected. They moved together through the small apartment until she took a step back from him, shedding her jacket on the floor and winked at him before darting for the bedroom.

Dallon smirked as well, ready for the kill when he suddenly felt stuck.

“Wait… what? What the hell?” He said as he started to look around at the apartment and then a realization dawned on him as he looked down and realized he was in the middle of a demon’s trap.

“That was easier than I thought it would be,” (YN) smirked as she came back into view. “The hunter finally becomes the hunted,” she smirked.

Chapter 36: But It's Better If You Do (Brendon Urie)

Notes:

Another one that somehow didn't get posted here? I don't know how this kept happening, I'm genuinely confused. I was sent a link to a very sexy version of But It’s Better If You Do with the request for Brendon to be singing it in the reader’s ear with a little sauciness and some angst, and I hope I hit just enough of each for ya!

You arrived at the club that had been reserved for the birthday celebration of the one and only Pete Wentz. You had been friends with him for years, and his birthday was always a big deal, this year being no exception. This year was a 1920’s masquerade theme party and you were more than happy to distract yourself from real life for a while.

When you were let into the club, it was decked out in fabulous décor that would make Gatsby himself jealous. You scanned the room and saw who you figured were the usual suspects behind masks, but headed to the bar for a refreshment first

While waiting for the bartender, you felt eyes on you and glanced down the bar. There he was, the only person Pete had said wasn’t gonna be able to make the party, which is what guaranteed you would be there.

Brendon.

Brendon and you had quite a bit of a history to say the least. You had hooked up for a while, but then you realized he had feelings for you, and you weren’t sure, so he dated someone else. Then you were jealous and dated someone else, and he was jealous too. And suddenly he had dumped his girlfriend and you were in his bed again.

But then you realized that your relationship wasn’t really a relationship and you didn’t know how to talk to Brendon about the real stuff like how you were starting to fall hard for him, and so you distanced yourself and he got mad, but he had other people he was talking to, so you didn’t think it mattered, even though you were still jealous of everyone else he was seeing. The last time you saw each other it was a drunken shouting match that ended with you in tears in the bathroom venting to Megan about how stupid Brendon was and that you were done with him forever.

But now he’s here tonight.

You searched the room for Megan, Andy, Patrick, Spencer, anyone reasonable that would help you keep your head on straight because in that moment when you saw him, your heart was in your throat and a blush crept over you and you wanted nothing more than to climb in his lap and make out with him, and then to slap him in his gorgeous face. Or maybe the other way around. Either way, those two things would happen if he came near you, you were certain.

The bartender finally returned with your drink and you made your way to an empty table not far from the dancefloor. You started listening to the music and realized that the 1920’s sounding music was actually a remix of a current song you had heard on your way over. You were impressed by Pete’s level of detail to the theme of the party.

Other partygoers were dressed to the nines and absolutely lighting up the dance floor. You enjoyed the people watching, even though you had no idea who most of the people were. The masks didn’t help alleviate any of your confusion. You finally pulled your mask on from where it was resting around your neck and felt better about being hidden from Brendon.

Or so you thought.

Someone sat down at the chair right next to you and you turned to see who it was. When you turned, of course you found Brendon was sitting there with a smirk that sent a jolt straight through you.

“I was hoping were gonna be here tonight,” he said smoothly.

“I didn’t know you were gonna be here tonight,” you replied curtly.

“Listen (YN), I’m sorry for how things ended the last time we saw each other-” he said leaning in so he wasn’t shouting.

“I can barely even remember it anymore,” you lied, cutting his apology short.

He shrugged as he sat back and took a sip of his drink. You sat awkwardly in silence. You were mad at how good he looked. You were mad that he actually apologized. You were mad that part of you wanted to let him really make it up to you, and part of you was mad that you never wanted him to touch you again.

Suddenly a familiar tune started. You knitted your eyebrows together and glanced back at Brendon, who raised his eyebrows and smirked again. In a huff, you got up and made you way to the edge of the dancefloor just to create some space between you and that smirk.

Now I’m of consenting age
To be forgetting you in a cabaret somewhere
Downtown where a burlesque queen
May even ask my name
As she sheds her skin on stage
I’m seated and sweating to a dance song
On the club’s P.A
The strip joint veteran sits two away
Smirking between dignified sips of his dignified
Peach and lime daiquiri

This wasn’t just a remix, Brendon had redone the song with new vocals. Seductive vocals. Sexy new vocals that reminded you of so many times you had him alone. And it was making you feel things all over again. And Pete knew that this would happen, and he lied when he said Brendon wouldn’t be here. If you had bothered to get him a present you would be taking it back.

Then someone was behind you, a hand on your waist. You knew who it was without him saying a word. But then you felt his lips by your ear.

And isn’t this exactly where you’d like me
I’m exactly where you’d like me, you know
Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety

You turn to face him, pulling down your mask in the process. You wanted to tell him to leave you alone, that you weren’t ever going to be anything.

“And isn’t this exactly where you’d like me, I’m exactly where you’d like me, you know,” he said low and seductive, but the look in his eyes gave him away. There was a touch of sadness, of longing, of genuine caring at how you would react.

Well I’m afraid that I
Well, I may have faked it and
I wouldn’t be caught dead dead dead dead in this place

You couldn’t keep pretending like you didn’t care. If you were wearing even a fraction of your emotions on your face, the way he was, then he already knew.

Brendon’s grip on your waist grew tighter and he gently brushed your cheek with his fingertips. “And isn’t this exactly where you’d like me, I’m exactly where you’d like me, you know,” he repeated.

You nodded, at a loss for words and reasonable thought. If any of your trusty, level headed friends were there and witnessing this moment, they were letting it happen and you were glad for it.

And then your lips were crashing against his. Brendon’s hands running up and down your sides, the beadwork on your dress tickling his palms. You pressed your whole body against his and he pulled you closer somehow.

You wrap your arms around his neck and his hands slide from your sides to your ass and you’re groaning into your kiss. This feels right, this is where you belong.

Brendon breaks the kiss and glances around. No one is paying any attention to you and him so he grabs your hand and pulls you toward the back of the club.

There’s a small changing room for performers, but since it’s just a DJ tonight, there’s no one using the room. No one until you follow behind Brendon into the dark small space, illuminated only by the faint red glow of the exit sign above the door.

Your lips are reconnecting and you’re sliding Brendon’s jacket off his shoulders. Brendon’s hands are all over you; in your hair, on your waist, on your ass, on your chest. Your back is against a wall and you have one leg wrapping around Brendon as he presses kisses against your neck. You let your head roll to the side, not caring what kinds of marks he’s leaving.

“Bren,” you whisper hoarsely.

“Hmm,” he murmurs back.

“We should, ya know, before someone else comes back here,” you moan.

Brendon stops and looks at you in the dim light. “Are you sure?”

“Yea.”

“I thought you never wanted to see me again.”

“You wanna talk about this now? Really?” You snapped, getting exasperated.

“No.”

“Thought so.”

A while later you were slinking out of the dressing room door, pulling down the hem of your flapper dress. You hurried over to the women’s restroom and examined yourself in the mirror. Yep, you look thoroughly and freshly fucked.

You grabbed a Kleenex and wiped away your smeared lipstick. You were admiring the marks Brendon left across your neck when the door burst open and Megan came in.

“Oh, that explains it.”

“What?”

“Why Brendon is waiting just outside the door looking like he’s had the most fun of anyone at this party,” she said with a knowing smirk.

You rolled your eyes and started to pull the pins out of your hair, letting the style you worked so hard at fall down to cover your neck.

“I thought you were done with him, (YN).”

“I did too. But he’s like some kind of drug. I can’t stay mad, he’s just too…”

“Sexy?”

“Exactly. I mean I’m sure we’ll crash and burn again, but at least I’m having fun.”

“What if, and hear me out, you both stopped playing games and start telling each other how you really, deep down, feel?” Megan asked, slightly exasperated.

You turned back to the mirror. Something this time felt different. Maybe she was right and you had been playing games long enough. Maybe it was time to act like an adult and be honest. You nodded, more at yourself than to Megan and exited the bathroom.

Brendon was still waiting outside the door like Megan said he was. He pushed himself off the wall when he saw you.

“Hey, can we talk now?”

“Yea,” you agreed.

“I’m sorry for the things I said last time. I was drunk and I know it doesn’t excuse it, but I didn’t mean the nasty things I said.”

“I know, and I wasn’t any better. I let myself get worked up and jealous and made things worse in my head. I really care about you Brendon.”

“I haven’t been able to think about anyone but you for the longest time. I want something real (YN).”

You nodded. “Me too. There’s a reason I keep coming back to you.”

“And it isn’t just all this,” he said gesturing up and down his body with a goofy grin. You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help but laugh. “Let’s give this a real shot, (YN).”

“No seeing anyone on the side, no jealousy, no games?”

“None of it.”

You nodded in agreement and Brendon turned and you found yourself between him and the wall again, his lips on yours, but much more tenderly than before.

“And isn’t this exactly where you’d like me, I’m exactly where you’d like me, you know,” you murmured when he pulled back.

“Exactly where I want you.”

Chapter 37: Green (Ryan Seaman)

Notes:

A St. Patrick's day story with the requested prompt “If you pinch me one more time.”

You rolled over and curled up against your boyfriend Ryan. You had stayed over at his place the night before and the cool early spring morning was easily keeping you wrapped up in his warm blankets. You wrapped your arms around him and buried your face against his neck.

“Morning,” you heard him murmur.

“Not yet,” you replied.

He laughed sleepily. “Not morning yet?”

“Nope, still sleeping.”

“Ok then,” he replied and hugged you closer.

You lived for lazy mornings like this when you had no plans, nowhere to be, just being with your love. Eventually you started to wake up more and glanced up at Ryan.

“Morning,” he said again.

“Ok, fine, it’s morning,” you laughed. He leaned down and kissed you and you could feel him smiling against your lips. As he kissed you, you felt one of his hands that was wrapped around you, drift down to your butt. Suddenly his caress turned into him pinching your cheek.

“Hey!” You yelped, pulling away from him as he giggled devilishly.

“You’re not wearing green!” He grinned.

“What?”

“It’s St. Patrick’s Day!”

“Oh my god,” you muttered and rolled your eyes. It was true, you were only wearing blue underwear and a black t-shirt he had given you to wear the night before. “Wait what about you?” You asked, pulling back the blankets. He laughed heartily when you saw that he had on green shamrock printed boxers.

“Did you notice last night?”

“No!” You exclaimed, pulling the blanket back up. “Give me a green shirt to wear!”

“I don’t have any,” Ryan laughed.

“Wait, really?” You said sitting up and glancing at his closet. He had plenty of black shirts, floral button ups, but nothing with much green.

“I guess I’ll get to keep pinching you all day,” he grinned, sitting up.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “You better not!”

“Or what?” He retorted cockily.

“I won’t make my famous chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast.”

“Ok, fine,” he said, putting his hands up in defeat. 

“Thank you,” you smiled, leaning in to kiss him before climbing out of bed and heading to the kitchen. Soon you had the coffee brewing and batter mixed to start the pancakes.

“You sure make yourself at home,” you heard Ryan comment from the other end of the kitchen. You glanced up to see him leaning against the doorframe, a soft smile on his face.

“Yea, I guess so, sorry,” you laughed.

“No, I love it,” he said walking over to you and wrapping his arms around your middle and resting his chin on your shoulder as you stirred the pancake batter. “You should just move in here.”

You looked up at him. “Seriously?” You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face.

“Yea,” he smiled back. “I love waking up with you, and making pancakes, and just being with you.”

“I love all those things too. Yea, I would love to move in,” you nodded. Ryan spun you around, and grabbed your face between his hands, kissing you excitedly.

“I love you (YN),” he murmured when he pulled back, his forehead resting against yours.

“I love you too, Ryan.”

“And maybe once you’ve got your things here, you’ll have something green to wear next St. Patrick’s day,” his soft smile turned mischievous.

“Ryan, if you pinch me one more time-” you couldn’t even finish your threat before he quickly pinched your butt again and hurried out of the kitchen, giggling the whole way as you rolled your eyes.

Chapter 38: Do You Wanna Feel Beautiful (Patrick Stump smut)

Notes:

Requested on tumblr with the prompts: “I like the sound of your voice.”, “Please don’t use cheesy pick up lines on me.”, “That’s the thing though: you have so much love in you and you’re afraid of letting it out.”, “Brush my hair?”, “I can give you a massage.”

The house was full of people drinking and shouting over the music, and you were getting more and more frustrated as you tried to look around the room, but you couldn’t find your friends. After pushing through the crowd for a while you decided to give up and that’s why you turned around and ran right into someone.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry!” You exclaimed. The first thing you noticed was how cute the guy you ran into was in his trucker hat and sideburns.

“It’s fine,” he smiled back and bit his lip as he looked you up and down. “Umm, I’m Patrick,” he said reaching back and rubbing his neck.

“I’m (YN),” you replied. His blue eyes sparkled and you felt your stomach flip. “I was just gonna go find someplace quieter.”

“Oh yea, sorry” he said, nodding, stepping aside so you could get by him.

“You can come too, if you want,” you offered.

He looked surprised and then nodded and followed you through the crowd to the front door. When you got outside you sat down on the front step and took a deep breath and Patrick sat down next to you, adjusting his trucker hat. You and Patrick started talking now that you could hear each other. The conversation flowed naturally, and you immediately loved his sense of humor. Suddenly your conversation was interrupted by the door bursting open and your friends stumbling out.

“(YN)! There you are! We’re gonna go home now,” your friend announced, patting you on the head as she walked carefully down the steps.

“I should help my roommates get home,” you said apologetically to Patrick. 

“Oh, yea. Hey (YN) hang on,” Patrick said as you got up. You stopped and looked back at him. “I seem to have lost my phone number, can I have yours?”

A smile spread across your face. “Patrick, please don’t use cheesy pick up lines on me.”

“I’m sorry,” he said looking down and rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ll leave you alone.”

“No, it’s just that you don’t have to,” you laughed. “Give me your phone,” you said holding out your hand. He looked startled for a moment before he dug in his pocket for his phone to give to you. 

After you entered your information, you leaned in and placed a kiss on his cheek before turning to catch up with your friends, throwing one last look over your shoulder at him as he stood stunned on the steps of the house.

~

Patrick had been nervous before your first date, feeling self-conscious, picking himself apart in the mirror, but when he picked you up, the fears melted away, at least for a while, when he saw your smile. After going to dinner and then a movie, he again bit his lip nervously as he walked you to your door.

“I had a lot of fun,” you smiled at him.

“I’m glad, I was nervous,” he trailed off, kicking himself mentally for not keeping his insecurities in check.

“Nervous about what?” You asked, concerned.

“I umm, I know I’m the opposite of tall, dark and handsome,” he said glancing down at his shoes.

“Hey,” you replied, tilting his face up so he was looking at you. “I like exactly how tall you are and I think you’re quite handsome,” you said before leaning in and kissing him softly.

When you pulled back, he was blushing and your heart felt like it was going to burst. You reached up and caressed his cheek. “I really like you Patrick, I’d really like to go out with you again if you want.”

“Yea, I’d like that a lot,” he nodded and smiled. You gave him another quick kiss and headed inside.

~

You loved being around Patrick, whether you were going out on a date, or just spending time at home. Everytime you hung out, you felt like you were falling a little more for him.  One thing that was so endearing to you was Patrick’s demeanor. Despite being the lead singer of one of the biggest bands around, he was still insecure and you wanted nothing more than to make him realize how amazing he really was.

One night you were having a quiet night at his house hanging out. Patrick was lounging back with his legs propped out in front of him on the coffee table as you laid with your head on his lap. He was singing softly as he ran his fingers through your hair.

“I like the sound of your voice,” you murmured.

“Thanks,” he laughed lightly.

You rolled over and looked up at him. “Don’t you believe me?” You asked sincerely.

He shrugged. “I do,” he trailed off.

“What is it?”

“I still worry that you’ll realize that I’m not good enough for you.”

You sat up and looked up at him totally shocked. “Patrick! You are amazing! You’re kind, and handsome and,” you paused, for a moment before nodding and deciding that this was the moment you wanted to confess your feelings. “I love you Patrick.” 

“You do?” He asked, pushing his glasses back, a blush rising in his cheeks.

“I do!”

“I do too, I, I mean I love you too (YN)! I never thought you’d love me back,” he laughed shaking his head. “I love you so much and I didn’t want to scare you off.”

You caressed his cheek while smiling softly at him. “That’s the thing though: you have so much love in you and you’re afraid of letting it out. I want to show you how much I love you, how special you are.”

You stood up and offered him your hand. He took it and followed as you led him to his bedroom.  Before that night, you had yet to go all the way with Patrick, but you took control of the situation as you made love, kissing and complementing every spot that Patrick was insecure about.

~

After that night, a dynamic shifted between you and Patrick. Patrick was so completely devoted to you and your natural confidence led to you taking the more dominant role in the relationship. Before you knew it, a year had passed and you were celebrating your anniversary with Patrick. He had spent much of the year touring promoting Infinity on High, but he had made sure that he would be back to spend that day with you.

Patrick almost felt nervous when he arrived at your door, as it had been weeks since he had seen you. As he waited for you to answer, he remembered back to your first date, and how you made him feel so special, in a way no one else could when you kissed him right there. He was pulled from his thoughts when you opened the door.

“Patrick!” You exclaimed, throwing your arms around his neck. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too!” He said, holding you close. “I got you these,” he said, offering you the bouquet of pink roses.

“They’re beautiful, thank you baby,” you grinned. “Come in, I have dinner almost ready.”

After you finished your meal, Patrick insisted on clearing the table, but you followed him out to the kitchen and wrapped your arms around him from behind.

“Are you to continue the evening?” You murmured as you placed a kiss behind his ear.

“Yes please,” he replied as he turned to face you after putting the plates in the sink. “I wanna make you feel good.”

A grin spread across your face before you leaned in and kissed him passionately. After making out in the middle of the kitchen for a while, you decided to take things up to the bedroom. As usual, you led the way, unzipping your dress and left it on the floor just outside the doorway as Patrick also started shedding his own clothes.

“So how are you gonna make me feel good?” You asked as you sat back on the bed, and noticed Patrick’s cheeks were going pink.

“I, umm, I could brush your hair?”

“Brush my hair?”

“Yea, I mean, I know how much you like your hair played with.”

“Aww, Patrick,” you cooed.

“Or I can give you a massage.”

“That sounds perfect,” you smiled. He sat down next to you on the bed as you rolled over and tossed your bra aside. He grabbed the lotion off your bedside table and started to rub your back.

“Does that feel good?”

“Yea, baby, I missed how your hands felt on me,” you purred. After he was finished, you sat up and kissed him, pushing him gently down onto the mattress and climbed over him. “Now it’s time for me to make you feel good.”

You leaned down and kissed his neck and left a mark as he let out a gasp. You ground your hips against his, then trailed kisses down his body, complimenting every inch of skin as you went, until you reached the waistband of his boxers. Pulling them down and took him in your hand as you licked a stripe up his cock. He let out a moan as you took him in your mouth. You looked up at him devilishly as you bobbed your head, taking him deeper. 

“Shit (YN), I’m close,” he muttered and you pulled off.

“Ok, lay down,” you said.

“Hang on, I said I wanna make you feel good,” he spoke up. “Lay back.”

You giggled and laid back against the pillows as he ran his hands up and down your thighs, before gently pushing them apart. He ran a finger along the lacy cloth of the panties you were still wearing before pulling them down your legs. He started peppering kisses along your thighs until he reached the apex and started to gently kiss along your folds. You moaned in pleasure as his tounge found your clit and two of his guitar string calloused fingers dipped inside you.

You loved when Patrick did this. Not only was he an incredible singer, but that was not the last of the talents his mouth provided.

“I’m gonna,” you gasped.

“Cum for me,” he said, curling his finger just right and you let out a shaking moan as you came undone.

“That was so good baby,” you murmured. “But we aren’t done yet.”

You sat up and motioned for Patrick to take the spot you were just in, then you climbed over him, running your hands over his chest as you smiled down at him. “Ready?”

“Yes please,” he practically begged.

You rose up over him, before sliding down his shaft deliciously slowly. Patrick bit his lip as you rolled your hips. While he was gone on tour you talked almost every day, and when he could get some privacy even had phone sex, but you missed this more than anything. You missed the way he filled you so completely, the connection between you, the way his hands felt on you. He ran his hands up and down your thighs and you leaned down and kissed him. The shift in angle felt incredible, so you moaned against his lips.

“You like that, baby?” You gasped.

“I love it, I’m, I’m not gonna last,” he moaned back.

“Cum for me,” you said as you ground your hips against him. He bit his lip before gasping out your name. That sent you over the edge as well.

After cleaning up, you and Patrick curled up together in bed. “I missed you and this and everything so much. I love you Patrick,” you murmured sleepily against his chest where you laid your head.

“I love you too (YN). This year has been amazing because of you,” he replied.

You looked up and he leaned down and kissed you before you both drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 39: Somebody Else (Ryan Seaman)

Notes:

Requested on tumblr with the prompts "You’re not in love with them, are you?" and “You’re not alone anymore."

You made your way through the venue until you found your spot on the edge crowd. It was the same spot you always took when you went to see him play. Your heart pounded in time with the beat that he commanded, not noticing you standing there on his side. Uncertainty was creeping over you, second guessing whether or not you should be there at all when the song ended and he glanced your way. The grin on his face faltered for a moment, confusion clouding it. You looked down, feeling like you might be sick as the next song began and someone tapped you on the shoulder.

“Are you (YN)?” The security guard asked and you nodded in response. “Ryan asked that you wait for him by the stage after the show.”

“I’ll be there.” The words tumbled out of your mouth before you could even think. The security guard nodded back at you and returned to his post.

The concert went by in a flash, your thoughts only half collected as you waited anxiously for the fans to filter out. You drew shaky breath after shaky breath as the security guards watched you, wondering what was going to happen next.

“(YN),” you heard him say and you felt like your heart was going to jump out of your chest.

“Hi Ryan,” you smiled shyly when you looked up at him. The look of confusion was still clear on his face.

“It’s been a while, I’m really surprised to see you here.”

You took a deep breath. “I’m sorry for just showing up out of the blue.”

He nodded. “How’ve you been?”

It felt like a punch to the gut that he could ask that so casually, like you were an acquaintance he happened to run into at the grocery store. Like there wasn’t history between you that ran deep through passionate sleepless nights, and days filled with laughter and love. You looked down at the floor, stained by years of spilled drinks and sweat. “Umm, that’s kinda why I’m here.”

When you finally looked back up at him, his confusion had melted into concern. “Yea?”

“Yea, umm, I decided to get some help. I realized that my fears were ruining every good thing I had going in my life. And I’m so sorry I had to put you through everything before I realized that. I miss you Ryan and you probably don't care anymore, but I still love you."

"(YN), I lo-"

"Ryan! There you are!" A cute blonde woman seemed to pop up out of nowhere and latched onto Ryan's arm, planting a kiss on his cheek. "Who is this?"

"Just an old friend," you replied before Ryan had a chance to respond. "I should get going, see ya around," you said with a wave as you made your way out.

Once outside, every feeling you had bottled up hit you at once and a sob choked at your throat. You should have known he would move on. You should have known she would be cute and perfect and better than you in every single way. She probably didn't pull away from him in the night the way you did, even though you didn't understand why you were even doing it. She probably wouldn't slip away without so much as a note because of the crushing fear of permanence weighing down. She probably was well-adjusted, she probably had a fulfilling career. She probably didn't ever wander, lost in her own mind, looking for answers or something better because there was nothing better. She was everything Ryan deserved because she wasn't you.

You weren't sure how long it took you to regain your composure, but once you did, you started to make your way back to where your car was parked. 'It's better this way' you repeated over and over in your mind.

"(YN) wait," you heard Ryan call from behind you. You stopped and squeezed your eyes shut before turning around. Thunder rumbled low in the distance, reminding you how much you wanted to be anywhere but on this street, in this moment. "I never got to finish what I wanted to say."

“You’re not in love with her, are you?” Again you were unable to stop the words from tumbling out of your mouth. 

"No (YN). She's someone I thought maybe I could love, but I know I never could because she isn't you."

Ryan's words reverberated through your mind. 'She isn't you.' A cold rain began to fall as another rumble of thunder broke the silence. "Me? I hurt you and you deserve better! Someone who doesn't need help to recognize the best things in life and not leave them."

Ryan shook his head as he took a step toward you. "Because I know you (YN). You told me about your fears of permanence and feeling trapt, but I still pushed and I'm sorry," he said taking your hands in his. "And I realized that if you were ever going to come back, I would have to let you run."

You swallowed hard and looked from his hands holding yours, up to his eyes. "I don't wanna be alone, I want to be us again," you said softly. The vulnerability of the statement tore at you. He could so easily walk away right now and leave you there broken, the same way you left him.

“You’re not alone anymore. I'm here, I'm always gonna be here," he replied, wrapping you tightly in a hug as you buried your face against the leather of his jacket, breathing in his familiar scent. The cold rain began to make you shiver. "I love you (YN), so so much."

"I love you too, Ryan," you replied looking up and finally he was smiling again. 

He reached up and cupped your face between his large hands and kissed you. His lips moving against yours with a passion that you remembered, but it also felt renewed and charged by the longing by the months you had been away. You felt tears well up behind your closed eyelids as you pulled Ryan closer, trying to make up for every moment you had missed.

When you both finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours and the tears finally spilled down your cheeks, hidden by the rain that was falling even more steadily now.

"Do you wanna come home?" He asked softly. You nodded. "Yea, I missed it," you whispered.

"I missed you (YN)," Ryan smiled before leaning in and kissing you again.

Chapter 40: I Got You (Ryan Seaman)

Notes:

Requested on tumblr with the prompt “I’m sorry, I don’t speak dumbass" “Real mature"

You sighed, looking up at the fluorescent lights in the ceiling above. You had no intentions on ending up in the hospital today, but that’s still where you found yourself now.

“(YN)? Are you okay?” Ryan asked, rushing into the room. 

“Been better,” you sighed, shifting to sit up.

“What happened?” He asked, looking you over. You were surprised by the level of concern that was written across his face.

“I was leaving my apartment, tripped and fell down the stairs. Something in my knee popped and I got kinda banged up, but luckily one of my neighbors heard and dropped me off here.”

“And they didn’t stick around?”

“If you have somewhere you need to be Ryan, by all means, feel free to leave and I’ll call an uber or something to drive me home,” you snapped.

“No, no,” he said, putting up his hands defensively. “It’s just what kind of friend doesn’t stick around in a time like this?”

“They aren’t a friend, they’re just my neighbor. They probably felt guilty because I saw them stick their head out of their door when I made all that noise.”

“Shit (YN), that sucks. Are they gonna discharge you soon?”

“No clue. I’m kinda feeling like they forgot about me. You wanna sit down?” You asked, patting the bed. “It’s not comfy, but it’s better than that chair probably.”

“Sure,” he smiled as you slid over to the best of your ability.

“What time is it?” 

Ryan pulled out his phone. “7:30. Where’s your phone?”

“Dead. I was actually going out to my car to grab my charger when this happened. I only had like 10% battery left and I pretty much used that up to text you and scroll through insta for like 5 minutes.”

“That’s what happens when you only have one charger,” he laughed lightly. He was always reminding you to get another charger because your phone was always going dead at inopportune moments. “Oh, this video is hilarious, I was gonna send it to you anyway,” he said as he settled in next to you.

Being that close to Ryan made you really glad you weren’t hooked up to any machines that read your heart rate, or the nurses would have come running in a panic. You’d always had feelings for your friend with the dark eyes and bright smile, but you kept them in check most of the time. At the moment, you were glad you hadn’t ever confessed your feelings, as that surely would have ruined your friendship, and you weren’t sure who else you could rely on to come get you from the hospital. Maybe it was the painkillers they gave you, but you decided you were feeling bold and rested your head against Ryan’s shoulder. To your surprise and delight, he then rested his head against yours as well. You glanced up as he glanced down at you and for a second you held your breath, thinking maybe, just maybe, he was going to lean in.

“Ok (YN), here is your discharge paperwork, and information for you to follow up with your primary care physician to check on how the ligaments are healing,” the doctor said as he walked into the room, tearing both you and Ryan’s attention away from each other. “We’ll get you some crutches, is this your ride home?”

“Yea,” you said, taking the paperwork from the physician.

“Ok, well you’ll want to pull the car around up front,” he said to Ryan, “and (YN), we’ll have a nurse wheel you down.”

After the doctor left, Ryan shifted to sit up. “Alright, let’s spring you from this jail,” Ryan smiled.

“Yea, about time,” you smiled back.

~

“Oh shit,” you said as Ryan pulled up in front of your apartment building. He had been so kind as to get dinner for both of you at your favorite drive-thru restaurant. Being alone with him was enough to get out of the bad mood your accident had caused, but one big obstacle was now standing between you and finally getting home and being able to relax.

“What?”

“I forgot about the stairs,” you said, running your hands over your face.

“I got you,” he replied as he got out of the car before hurrying to your side to help you out. You made your way inside on the crutches.

“Now what?” You asked, and before you knew it, Ryan was wrapping his arm around you, practically lifting you up the stairs as you hobbled your way up.

“I told you I got you,” he said softly.

“Thanks,” you mumbled when you got to your door.

“Of course,” he said, lingering with his hands on your waist. You broke the tension by finally letting yourself in and Ryan followed with your crutches in tow. 

“What a day,” you groaned as you landed on your couch, Ryan sitting down next to you.

“Yea,” Ryan said, running his hand through his hair. “Hey (YN), can we talk about something?”

Your heart started to race again. “Umm, yea, always.”

“When I said I got you, I mean it. You can call me whenever you need to because,” he paused and looked down at his hands. “I really care about you.”

“Oh, yea. I’m sure I’ll be ok, but I might need a ride-”

“(YN), I’m trying to tell you I love you,” Ryan blurted out.

You were stunned into silence. “Oh!” You finally stammered out.

“Sorry to dump that all on you and I understand you don’t feel-”

“No! No, I feel the same way!” You said interrupting Ryan.

“Really?” His face lighting up.

“Yea,” you grinned back. “I love you too.”

Ryan leaned in, this time you were sure of it, and you leaned in too. Ryan’s lips met yours as his hand cupped your cheek. You grabbed his shirt, wanting nothing more than to be close to him like when you were in the hospital bed together. When you pulled back you were both grinning like idiots.

“For a second there I was really worried you weren’t gonna understand the feelings I was trying to confess,” he laughed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I’m sorry, I don’t speak dumbass,” you retorted with a wink. 

“Real mature, (YN). You’re lucky I love you,” he laughed.

“You’re right, I am lucky,” you smiled before leaning in for another kiss.

Chapter 41: Chill In Our Underwear (Pete Wentz)

Notes:

Requested on tumblr with the prompt: “…or we can chill in our underwear.”

“Why of all the days did the power have to go out today?” You whined as you stood near your open apartment window hoping for any kind of breeze to cut through the humid Chicago summer air. “I think this may actually kill me. How are we supposed to live like this?!”

“We can try to get down to the lakeshore, fight the crowds for some space on the beach, and maybe feel a bit better,” your friend Pete started from his place on the couch, “…or we can chill in our underwear, ya know until the power comes back on.“

"You just want an excuse to get me half naked,” you said rolling your eyes as you plopped down next to him.

“Well totally naked, but I’d settle for half.”

“Pete!”

“I’m just being honest,” he shrugged.

You paused, considering what he said. “Ok,” you said getting up, peeling off your shirt as you headed toward your bedroom.

“Wait, really?!”

“If I’m gonna die of heat exhaustion, I might as well go out having fun,” you replied with a wicked grin as he jumped off the couch, following you to your room.

Chapter 42: Can't Blame Me For Hating It (Patrick Stump)

Notes:

Requested on tumblr with the prompts: “You didn’t tell me your friend was cute! Now what am I going to do?” "God, I love your face!" “I apologize sincerely if my beautiful face has kept you awake all night” “God, you are so fuckin cute"

Patrick wasn’t sure whose brilliant idea it was to play Spin the Bottle. They were adults after all, well, by age not by actual maturity level, and half the people in the room were dating each other. On the other hand, he recognized the opportunity that was presenting itself for him to have a chance to kiss the girl of his dreams, (YN).

It was at a party just like this when he met (YN). Pete said his girlfriend Christine was inviting a friend along that Patrick might like. When they walked in, Patrick was absolutely floored. After stammering through introducing himself, the girls left to get drinks, and Patrick was alone with Pete.

“You didn’t tell me your friend was cute! Now what am I going to do?”

“Talk to her?” Pete shrugged.

“I could barely tell her my name and now you want me to talk to her?!”

“Well that’s usually what people do at parties. Drink and talk,” Pete shrugged.

“I’m gonna go drink then,” Patrick nodded.

That night ended with Patrick barely saying much more and a wicked hangover the next morning. Since then Patrick had figured out how to talk to (YN) and they easily became friends, but that didn’t mean Patrick was any less in love with her since the moment he saw her.

Now he was sitting on the floor, empty beer bottle in hand, willing it to land where he wanted before giving it a solid spin. Round and round it went, finally starting to slow as it neared (YN).

And then it stopped on Christine.

“You can’t possibly be ok with this!” He said frantically, looking to Pete hoping he’d encourage him to move the bottle on to (YN).

“Am I not also playing?” Pete laughed. “Obviously I don’t care! Kiss her!”

“What are you waiting for Patrick? Kiss her,” (YN) said, but when he looked over at her, she looked incredibly disappointed.

“Yea, kiss her,” Pete chimed in again with a laugh.

Patrick was about to argue that he didn’t wanna play the game anymore, that it was stupid and immature. He wanted to ask (YN) to talk someplace where their stupid friends weren’t chanting at him to kiss his best friend’s girlfriend. 

But before he could form the words, Christine had grabbed his face between her hands and was kissing him hard as everyone laughed and cheered. When they pulled back and opened his eyes, he looked around and (YN) was gone.

“I hope that wasn’t so bad,” Christine laughed.

“It was fine,” Patrick replied distractedly, wondering where (YN) was. Had she gone to the bathroom? To get some fresh air? The game continued on around him, but as time passed on, it was clear she was gone.

Patrick got up and went out to the kitchen and leaned over the counter, his head in his hands when he heard someone else walk in. He looked up, but it was only Pete.

“You ok?” Pete asked, coming over and patting his friend’s back.

“No! I just wanted an excuse to kiss (YN)!” Patrick lamented. “God, I love her face! And her smile, and her laugh and everything. And now I’ll probably never get to because you and your girlfriend are apparently swingers or something! I’m never gonna live this down.”

“I’m sorry man, it’s just a game, nothing serious. I mean, it could have landed on me, and I woulda used tongue,” Pete said with an attempted wink and Patrick groaned. “‘Trick, just talk to her! I bet she’d go out with you.”

“Didn’t she leave?”

“Yea, but just go over to her house, talk to her directly.”

Patrick nodded to himself. “Yea… yea, I’m gonna do it, I’m gonna go now.”

“Good luck,” Pete grinned as Patrick headed out the door.

When Patrick arrived at (YN)’s house, he was suddenly hit with nerves. “This is crazy, this is stalker behavior, this is nuts!” Patrick muttered to himself as he stood at the bottom of the porch steps. “Why would she ever open the door this late? She’s not stupid!” He said to himself as he walked up the steps. He paused before walking up to the door and raised his hand and knocked. He wasn’t sure if it had been hard enough or not, but he didn’t want to scare her. Maybe he should text her to let him know it’s him. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and found it was dead.

“Damnit,” he muttered as he sat down on the bench.

Then another thought dawned on him; maybe (YN) hadn’t come directly home! Maybe she stopped somewhere for a late night snack, or something. So Patrick decided to wait.

~

The slamming of a door woke Patrick and he sat up with a start.

“Did you sleep out here all night?” (YN) asked, a steaming mug of coffee in each hand.

“I mean I didn’t really sleep well,” Patrick said, adjusting his glasses and taking one of the mugs from her.

“I apologize sincerely if my beautiful face has kept you awake all night,” she smirked, sitting down next to him on the bench.

Patrick shook his head. “That’s not it. Well no, yea, it is, sorta,” he sighed. “I shouldn’t have kissed Christine. I know Pete doesn’t care, but I do. I care about you (YN) and I’m sorry for doing it. I should have kissed you, I mean, if you would want me to.”

“God, you are so fuckin cute,” (YN) laughed lightly. “I’ve wanted you to kiss me for ages. I was so disappointed last night because even though I knew it meant nothing with Christine, I just wished so much it was me. And, if we’re being really honest, I saw you outside last night when you knocked, but I had been crying and didn’t want you to know that.”

Patrick felt so many emotions at once. “Shit, (YN) I’m so sorry I made you cry, I never want to do that ever.”

“It wasn’t you, it was the situation. I’m ok now,” (YN) shook her head before taking a sip of her coffee. “ Well, actually I’d be better if you finally kissed me.”

“Really? I haven’t blown all my chances?”

(YN) nodded again, setting down her coffee mug. “Yes really, and no you haven’t.”

Patrick nervously adjusted his glasses again and shifted closer to her. He reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Then he started to lean in, and she did as well until their lips were connected. Patrick’s heart fluttered and he could feel himself blushing as their lips moved together, perfectly in sync.

“Holy smokes,” his voice cracked slightly when they pulled back and (YN) giggled.

“Would you like to come in for breakfast?” (YN) asked.

Patrick nodded emphatically and she took his hand and led him inside.

Chapter 43: Come Sleep (Pete Wentz)

Notes:

Requested on tumblr: “Did you get any sleep last night?” "I feel sick, I’m so anxious and sick and like my heart is trying to beat its way out of my chest" "I want you to be proud of yourself. I want you to believe that you’re good enough because you are. You’re so amazing.”

You paced the living room as dawn was just starting to break. Your breathing was shallow and unsteady as you shook your head trying to knock the incessant thoughts out of your brain. Your heart had been racing all night and it wasn’t letting up.

“Hey.” You heard the groggy voice of your boyfriend Pete behind you.

You whipped around. “Did I wake you up? I’m so sorry,” you started.

“No, no,” he shook his head as he padded across the room to you, concern written on his face. “Did you get any sleep last night?”

You shook your head as the tears welled up in your eyes. “No, I’m just so worried about this interview today. What if they hate my portfolio? I know it’s not as good as anyone else’s so why would they hire me? Or what if they found out you’re my boyfriend and they only hire me because of connections? Oh god Pete, I feel sick, I’m so anxious and sick and like my heart is trying to beat its way out of my chest, I should just cancel.”

“Oh babe,” he said, his chocolate eyes soft and comforting as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in tight. “They’re gonna love your work because it’s awesome and if they don’t, they need to pull their heads from their asses. I want you to be proud of yourself. I want you to believe that you’re good enough because you are. You’re so amazing.”

You were totally sobbing on Pete’s bare shoulder as he held you close. His words were exactly what you needed in the moment.

“What time do you need to be there?” He asked.

“11 AM,” you answered.

“Shit, come on, we’re going back to bed for a few more hours,” he chuckled, pulling back and taking your hand and leading you back to the soft, comforting bed. “Here,” he said, reaching over to your nightstand and grabbing the stuffed llama you had sitting there. “For extra cuddles.”

You couldn’t help but laugh a little as Pete pressed a kiss to your forehead and you settled in next to him. For the first time in days, you finally felt calm.

Chapter 44: I Love Your Face (Pete Wentz)

Notes:

Requested on tumblr with the prompt: “God, I love your face"

“You’re tha bessst (YN),” Pete slurred his words as you helped him in the door.

“And you’re super drunk,” you laughed as you flipped on the light.

“You’re gonna stay here right? Stay with me and I’ll make you waffles tomorrow,” Pete offered.

“I guess I can sleep on the couch,” it was after 2 AM and you weren’t looking forward to driving yourself home.

“Noooo, no no no, come on,” Pete said, taking your hand and pulling you along to his room. “My bed is cold and I need you to hold me and keep me warm,” he pouted.

“Seriously?” You asked with a nervous laugh. The idea of cuddling all night with Pete sounded like a dream come true, but you wished he wasn’t so inebriated for it to happen.

“Yea,” he replied, pulling off his shirt and you tried not to stare at his abs. “You want comfy clothes?”

“Yes please,” you replied. He pulled out a shirt and sweatpants and dropped them on the bed before falling face first into the bed himself. You laughed before taking the garments to the bathroom to change.

When you came back you flipped off the light and crawled in the other side next to Pete. He immediately pulled you close and buried his face against your neck. “I love you (YN).”

The words had been muffled, but they still rang through your mind. It was just drunk talk you reasoned, and he wouldn’t remember any of this anyway. “I love you too, Pete.”

“Good, goodnight,” he replied hugging you closer still. You could tell by his breathing he had eventually fallen asleep as you stared up at the dark ceiling until sleep finally crept over you as well.

The next morning you woke up and tried to remember where you were. When you felt Pete shift next to you, it all came back to you. You turned your head to look over at Pete.

“God, I love your face,” Pete murmured.

“Are you still drunk?” You laughed softly. Pete groaned and stuffed his face against the pillows. “What?”

“I’m sorry (YN),” he said looking over at you. “I gotta be honest.”

“What are you talking about?” You asked rolling over to look at him.

“I wasn’t that drunk last night. I wanted to tell you how I felt, and I figured if I did and you didn’t respond, I’d be able to play it off as being drunk. I’m so sorry, it seemed like a good idea last night.”

“You mean you really love me?” You asked softly and Pete nodded. “I meant it when I said it back.”

Pete’s eyes went wide. “Really?”

It was your turn to nod and Pete reached up and brushed the hair out of your face. His fingers grazed across your cheek and you started to lean in until his lips met yours. You pulled him closer as your legs tangled in the sheets, where you remained most of the day with Pete.

Chapter 45: I'd Fly to You (Andy Hurley)

Notes:

Requested on tumblr: I absolutely adore how you write Andy! could you possibly write a Andy hurley x reader where they're a long distance couple meeting for the first time?

“So let’s run away together.”

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh at your boyfriend’s suggestion. “Yea sure ok,” you replied rolling your eyes.

“Seriously.”

“Really?”

“The band is done recording, and by the sounds of it you need to get away from work. Let’s meet up somewhere,” he shrugged and you sat back, staring at the computer screen slightly shocked. 

You had met Andy online. You somehow managed to catch his attention and connected over a mutual love of vegan food and rock music. You started to video chat together and soon after he  confessed that he had feelings for you. The trouble was you lived on opposite coasts and both of you had demanding jobs, you hadn’t ever had a chance to meet up.

“When?” You asked, still not believing that this was actually going to happen.

“How soon can you get time off?”

“I could probably take next Friday, I don’t have any meetings. But where are we gonna go? Meet somewhere in the middle?”

“Chicago?”

“Sure, you could show me all the old haunts, and I’ve always loved Ferris Bueller’s Day Off,” you laughed.

“Hang on,” Andy said and began typing and clicking. “Ok, there’s a flight for me getting in on Friday at 3:30, and a flight for you getting in at 4:45,” he said before sending the link.

“Are we really going to do this?” You asked, looking at him intently though the screen, excitement building.

“I’m in if you are.”

“I’m in,” you grinned.

~

You looked around the airport terminal, packed with people bustling about as you searched for the familiar face. The whole flight you felt a mix of anxiety and excitement. You and Andy had talked about literally everything, he knew you better than your oldest friends at this point. This was a culmination of a lot of late nights, emotional confessions, and patience. As you looked around fruitlessly, you were worried you wouldn’t ever find Andy and you’d be trapped in the airport alone for the weekend.

“(YN)?” You heard a familiar voice call and your heart leapt into your throat.

“Andy!” You beamed as you rushed over to him and he wrapped you in a big hug. “This is so weird and wonderful at the same time,” you laughed.

“I know. I can’t believe we’re finally in the same place, that you’re more than just a face on a screen.”

You nodded emphatically. “It hardly seems real! Are you ready to go?”

You and Andy hurried to the rental car counter before making your way to the hotel. Andy had booked a double room so you’d each have a bed because he wanted to make sure you were totally comfortable during the trip.

“So what are we gonna do this weekend? Do you have a bunch of places to check out?”

“Yea, some of my favorite places from when I lived down here, none of the usual tourist spots,” he glanced over, smiling at you. “Wanna get dinner first?”

“Yes please, I’m starving,” you nodded.

He led the way to a small vegan restaurant. To say your meal was one of the most delicious you’d ever had was barely an overstatement. As you left he tentatively took your hand as you walked down the street. “Wanna go checkout the lakefront?”

“Yes. that sounds great,” you replied.

It was a few blocks to walk to the lake shore. The spot Andy brought you to wasn’t too busy and you found a bench to sit on while the sun set behind you. You talked and laughed until you suddenly realized how worn out you were. You rested your head against Andy’s shoulder with a sigh as you looked at his intertwined with yours.

“(YN), I wanted to wait until we were actually together to tell you, I’ve totally fallen for you. I love you so much,” Andy said softly.

You sat up to look Andy in the eye. “I love you too Andy,” you replied before you started to lean in, pressing your lips against his softly. You pulled back when you realized that this was your first kiss with him. He reached up to caress your cheek with a tattooed hand before your lips were crashing back against his.

Once the sun was completely set and the streetlights came on, you made your way back to the hotel, hand in hand. The rest of the night was spent tangled up together in bed as you made quiet promises to each other and plans to end the long distance part of your relationship.

Chapter 46: You're Distracting (Pete Wentz)

Notes:

Requested on tumblr with the prompt: “Please stop rolling your shirt sleeves up, it’s terribly distracting”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yea,” he smiled and you thought maybe he was blushing.

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

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

Chapter 47: Follow You (Ryan Ross)

You sat down on the front steps, steaming mug of coffee in your hands. As you drew your knees up to your chest, a smile grew across your face and you stifled a laugh that threatened to disturb the peaceful morning. 

Your source of amusement was your boyfriend Ryan struggling with a rake and the bright fall sunshine. He was trying to clean up the bright orange and yellow leaves that littered the lawn before it got any colder.

"Aren't you glad I convinced you to move up here where we have seasons?" You shouted to him with a smirk.

He looked your way, squinting as he shielded his eyes. "Yea, real glad," he said dryly.

You laughed and shook your head before running inside. "Here," you said when you returned with his sunglasses. "These might help."

Ryan rolled his eyes before putting them on and planting a kiss on your cheek. "Thanks love."

"After you're done, do you wanna get the full fall experience?"

"What's that mean?"

"Hurry up and finish the leaves and you'll find out!"

~

It was early afternoon when you and Ryan piled into your car and you drove out of town into the countryside.

"This was my favorite place when I was a kid!" You explained as you pulled up at the farm. Apple trees stretched as far as the eye could see behind a big red barn, and next to it was a field of pumpkins waiting to be picked. "You don't think it's too basic, do you?"

"No, I've always wanted to do this," he smiled, his eyes twinkling with delight. "I just didn't know if it would be weird if I brought it up."

"Not at all," you shook your head. "Now come on, let's get some pumpkins!"

You lead the way out to the field. "Do you wanna carve jack o' lanterns?" You asked.

"I haven't done that since I was a kid," he laughed. "I'd love to."

You each picked a pumpkin large enough to carve, and then made your way into the barn. You picked out a bushel of apples to make pie with when you got home, then stopped for some hot apple cider and turnovers before heading back out to the car.

"Now for the next stop," you said as you took off down the road.

"Where's that?" Ryan asked.

"You'll see," you replied as you drove up a winding road. Eventually you came upon a small parking lot off the side of the road.

"Scenic overlook?"

"Yea, grab your cider and follow me," you said as you got out, grabbing the bag of treats.

Ryan follows you along the narrow path to where it came out overlooking the valley below. The trees were all shades of red, gold, orange and brown.

"Wow," he murmured as he stood behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. "It's beautiful."

"Yea. And you have to rake all of it up," you laughed.

"Hilarious," he laughed dryly, shaking his head. "But thank you for today, it was really fun."

You turned to face him. "Yea? I'm glad you enjoyed it. I'm glad that you came up here with me."

"I'll follow you wherever you lead," he smiled softly before leaning in and kissing you deeply.

Chapter 48: Lights Go Down (Dallon)

Dallon watched as the crowd danced and sang along as he and Ryan played. They were just playing a short set among other bands at a Halloween party the club was hosting. The crowd was full of a variety of different costumes, but Dallon was captivated by the woman dancing alone in the center of the floor. She had on a fantastically accurate 80’s costume, which intrigued him. 

“Don’t wait up for me,” Dallon said to Ryan when their set was done.

Ryan’s eyebrows shot up in surprise and a smirk crossed his face. “Really? If you insist.”

After their equipment was packed up and stored away, Dallon made his way to the dancefloor. That’s when he spotted her at a table, still alone.

“Umm hello, I hope you don’t mind, but I saw you when I was on stage and I had to come say hello. I’m Dallon.”

“I’m (YN),” she smiled. “I really like your band, it’s very cool. Would you like to sit?” She motioned to the chair opposite her.

“Thank you,” Dallon smiled. “Are you here alone?”

“Yea,” she replied a little forlornly. A silence hung between them for a moment until the next band started playing, a cover of Dancing With Myself by Billy Idol.

“I love this song!” (YN) exclaimed, her face lighting up.

“Would you like to dance?” Dallon asked.

“Absolutely!”

He smiled and offered her his hand, leading the way to the dancefloor. Dancing with (YN) made Dallon forget he was in a crowd, all that he cared about was the way their bodies moved together. After a few fast songs, the band switched to a slower one and (YN) started to walk off the floor.

“Wait,” Dallon said, grabbing her arm. “Don’t go.”

A smile grew across her face and she nodded as he pulled her in. Her hands rested on his shoulders as he held her waist.

“I’m having a wonderfully good time,” Dalon said leaning in.

“I am too,” she replied.

For a moment Dallon thought about kissing her. But he held back, afraid moving too quickly might ruin what they had going.

It seemed the night went more quickly than any other night Dallon could remember, and of course he wanted it to last longer than any night he could remember.

“I don’t want this night to end,” he said sadly as they retreated back to her table.

“It doesn’t have to,” she replied with a shrug.

Dallon nodded. “Yea, I’d like that.”

As the bartenders announced last call, they made their way into the cold fall air.

“I know a really cool place,” she said. “If you wanna check it out?”

“Lead the way,” Dallon nodded.

(YN) took his hand and started down the street. As they moved away from the city center, Dallon started to get a little nervous. More and more of the buildings were abandoned or worn down.

“Here,” she announced as she arrived outside an old boarded up building.

“Are we allowed in there?”

She shrugged. “Trust me,” she said before leading the way around to the back of the building. She pulled back a board and opened the back door. Inside was a concert hall similar to the one they had just been in, but larger and much older. It seemed like it had been untouched in decades.

“I just wish we had some lights and music,” she said sadly.

Dallon was confused for a moment. “I mean, I have my phone,” he said, pulling it out, queuing up a playlist and setting it on the floor with the flashlight on. He didn’t even notice the mirrorball that was still hanging from the ceiling until it illuminated the room in sparkling light.

“Beautiful,” she murmured in awe. “Wanna dance some more?”

“I’ll dance with you all night,” he smiled. She could have asked him to dance until the end of time and he would have agreed. He was completely under her spell.

Dallon had lost all track of time until the first rays of sun began to stream into the large high windows. “It’s morning I guess. We really danced all night,” Dallon laughed lightly.

“I loved every moment of it,” she replied. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you, I needed a night like this. (YN), I have to leave soon, I have a show in another town tonight, but I have to see you again. I, I mean, can I kiss you?” He asked, his heart pounding.

She nodded and he closed the distance between them. His lips met hers, his hand caressing her cheek, his other pulling her tight against him.

When they pulled back, she was smiling at him softly. “I won’t forget you Dallon,” (YN) said as she took a step back from him.

Before Dallon could say anything he watched as she faded until she was no longer there. “(YN)? (YN)?!” Dallon cried out. His head was spinning. The playlist on his phone ended and he was left standing alone in the silent ballroom as it filled with morning light.

He was finally pulled to his senses when his phone started vibrating at his feet. He bent down and picked it up to find a message from Ryan.

Didn’t come back last night? Wow! We gotta leave in an hour tho so hurry up

Dallon replied with a quick ok before taking a couple of photos of the old ballroom and retraced his steps back out. He slipped out the back door, replacing the board that had been in front of it and made his way around to the front of the old building.

As he passed the ticket window he noticed a flier he hadn’t spotted the night before, taped to the inside of the window. The paper was yellowed with age and the ink was faded, but he recognized the face immediately.

MISSING:
(YFN) (YLN)

And then a picture that sent chills down Dallon’s spine. It was her, the woman he had just spent the evening dancing with. 

And she’d been missing since 1985.

Chapter 49: Looks Like We're Gonna Be Stuck Here A While (Ryan S)

Notes:

An old drabble I had forgotten to post a long time ago

“I can’t believe you bought another new water bottle,” Ryan chuckled as you got into the elevator up to your apartment.

“You know I break these things all the time. Besides, this one is so cool!” You retorted. You and Ryan had just gotten home from a run to Target. When Ryan was home from tour, you two looked for every chance to hang out, from actual dates, to running errands.

“You just wanted it because it lights up,” he retorted.

“I’m not even gonna argue with you on that. Have you even seen a light up water bottle before?”

“No, I can’t -” he started before the elevator lurched and the lights cut out. You shrieked and grabbed your boyfriend out of fear. He held onto you just as hard.

“It’s ok, we’re not falling,” he said after a moment. “But looks like we’re gonna be stuck here for a while.”

Ryan felt you let go of him and heard digging through the bag at his feet. Suddenly a bright blue glow lit up the elevator and Ryan saw you grinning up at him, new water bottle in hand.

“Bet your glad I bought it now!”

“Very,” he smiled before leaning in and placing a kiss on your lips.

Chapter 50: Hold My Hand So He Gets Jealous (Ryan S)

It was a hot, stuffy evening in the tiny, overfull venue for the punk show you were at, but you didn’t care because you were there with your friend Ryan.

He was an absolute dream to you in his leather jacket and studded belt, hair perfectly imperfect. Any chance you got to hang out with him you totally jumped at it, and when he invited you to this show, you said yes immediately. Now you were pressed shoulder to shoulder with him listening to the opening band that no one seemed to like.

You had been making small talk back and forth all night, joking and having a great time, but then his face fell.

“Shit,” he muttered when he spotted someone across the room.

“What?”

“That douche bag I used to be in a band with is over there,”Ryan explained.

“The one that was always putting you down and being an asshole to you?”

“Yea. And he’s coming this way.”

You glanced over your shoulder and saw he was right. “I’m sorry, wanna get out of here?”

“It’s too late. Quick, hold my hand so he gets jealous.”

“What?” You asked, not really understanding what he was asking until his hand was wrapping around yours and a blush lit up your cheeks.

“Ryan! How’s it goin’ man?!” You heard someone shout behind you. You both turned around and Ryan tried his best to muster a smile. You didn’t even try to hide your disdain for his person who had been so cruel to your friend.

“Hey, it’s going really good, how are you?” Ryan replied.

“Good, good! Who is this?” He asked, eyes raking over you and you suppressed a shudder.

“This is (YN),” Ryan said, looking down at you and smiling. He brought up your still intertwined hands up and placed a kiss to the back of your hand. You couldn’t help but grin up at him. For a moment a look of surprise flashed across his eyes, but then he smiled back.

“You guys been together long?”

“A while,” you replied with a smug smile as you reached your free hand around Ryan and hugged him. He reciprocated by pressing a kiss to the top of your head, matching your smug look.

“Well it seems you finally got something going for you then Ry. I’ll see you around,” his former band mate scoffed before wandering off.

You smiled up at Ryan who was still holding your hand. “Hey Ryan?”

“Hmm,” he asked, looking down at you. 

You didn’t know if you wanted say anything or just continue to revel in the moment of having him hold your hand, what were the odds of this happening again? You nodded toward your hands. “You don’t have to let go,” you said. The words surprising you as they left your mouth.

“Wasn’t planning on it,” he replied with a smile that made his eyes crinkle at the edges.

“Oh,” you grinned up at him. He reached up with his other hand and caressed your cheek as you started to lean in and he met you half way, your lips moving together. Just then the band began to play and the crowd began to roar, but it was as if you two were the only people in the room for the rest of the night.

Chapter 51: I May Be An Idiot But I'm Not Stupid (Ryan Ross)

Ryan watched from his seat across the set of the music video they were shooting as you talked animatedly with Brendon. Ever since they got signed, their record label had hired you as their assistant. You were right out of school, just like them and got along with everyone in the band.

But then Ryan started to notice you glancing at him out of the corner of his eye. He’d smile at you and you’d smile back. Then you started talking to each other more, and then you hung out a few times alone.

Then one night he dropped you off at your apartment and he leaned down and kissed you. It was a shy kiss at first, but when you leaned into him, smiling and started playing with his hair, he deepened the kiss. He knew he was falling for you.

But now you were talking to Brendon and tucking at his shirt and laughing and smiling and Ryan felt like a fool.

The director then called Brendon over to get some solo shots of him singing and you came over to where Ryan was sitting. The smile on your face faded as you saw how upset Ryan looked.

“What’s wrong?” You asked when you were close enough to whisper to him, not wanting to disturb the filming going on across the room.

“I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid,” he grumbled.

“What?” You asked, even more confused.

“If you like Brendon better than me, just tell me, ok?”

“Oh my god, you’re kidding right?”

Ryan looked up at you, sadness and confusion still clouding his face.

“Ryan, I don’t like Brendon. Not like that at least. He actually really reminds me of my brother, that’s why we get along so well! Ryan, I like you! Like, I really, really like you!”

“Seriously?” The look of earnest hope in his face made your heart swell.

“Trust me,” you smiled. You glanced around before leaning in and kissing him. “You’re the one my heart belongs to.”

Chapter 52: Alone Together (Ryan Ross)

Being lonely sucks. Being lonely at a party when everyone else is having a great time and don’t seem to notice the pain in your eyes, the falseness of your smile, is even worse.

That is exactly why you slipped out of the party undetected and went home where you promptly went to your bedroom and flopped face first on your bed to let yourself dwell in your feelings until your phone dinged in your back pocket.

“Where did you go?” The text from your friend Ryan asked.

“Home” you replied simply.

You waited for another reply, but it didn’t come. You assumed Ryan went back to enjoying the party. You were just touched he of all people noticed you were gone. You went to the party to hang out with him after all, but he kept getting pulled away and you weren’t the type to push your way into a conversation. You could only hang back and watch the man you were hopelessly in love with talk to everyone else for so long before it hurt too much.

Then your doorbell rang and you groaned. There was no way you were going to even check who it was, because it was probably your weird neighbor.

But then the bell rang again and then your phone went off.

“Can I come in?” The text from Ryan asked.

Confused you went down to the front door. “I’m not coming back out” you said when you opened the door.

“Good,” he replied as he strode in and flopped down on your couch. “I didn’t want to be there anyway, especially if you weren’t there.”

“What are you talking about?” You asked sitting down next to him.

“I only went tonight because you were there,” he shrugged.

“Well I only went there because you were gonna be there,” you replied resting your head on his shoulder.

“Well maybe we should just always hang out together and never go to parties,” Ryan said as he put his arm around your shoulder and pulled you against his side.

Suddenly your friendly, flirty banter felt really real and you were hyper-aware of the smell of him, feeling his warmth, and the way his hand rubbed your shoulder. The silence lingered between you as you felt his eyes on you.

Finally you got up the nerve to look up at him. As you expected, his big brown eyes were looking down at you, a soft smile on his face.

“(YN), I really like spending time with you alone,” he paused. “I really like you (YN).”

You were stunned and felt yourself blushing deeply almost instantly. “I’ve waited a long time to hear you say that Ryan,” you replied with a smile.

He grinned back and suddenly he was leaning in, and time slowed down. His lips met yours and his hand was caressing your cheek. Everything about the moment was soft and perfect.

“Go out, stay in, honestly I don’t care what we do, as long as I can do that all the time,” Ryan smiled when you finally pulled back, before leaning back in to kiss you again.

Chapter 53: Follow You (Ryan Ross)

You sat down on the front steps, steaming mug of coffee in your hands. As you drew your knees up to your chest, a smile grew across your face and you stifled a laugh that threatened to disturb the peaceful morning. 

Your source of amusement was your boyfriend Ryan struggling with a rake and the bright fall sunshine. He was trying to clean up the bright orange and yellow leaves that littered the lawn before it got any colder.

“Aren’t you glad I convinced you to move up here where we have seasons?” You shouted to him with a smirk.

He looked your way, squinting as he shielded his eyes. “Yea, real glad,” he said dryly.

You laughed and shook your head before running inside. “Here,” you said when you returned with his sunglasses. “These might help.”

Ryan rolled his eyes before putting them on and planting a kiss on your cheek. “Thanks love.”

“After you’re done, do you wanna get the full fall experience?”

“What’s that mean?”

“Hurry up and finish the leaves and you’ll find out!”

~

It was early afternoon when you and Ryan piled into your car and you drove out of town into the countryside.

“This was my favorite place when I was a kid!” You explained as you pulled up at the farm. Apple trees stretched as far as the eye could see behind a big red barn, and next to it was a field of pumpkins waiting to be picked. “You don’t think it’s too basic, do you?”

“No, I’ve always wanted to do this,” he smiled, his eyes twinkling with delight. “I just didn’t know if it would be weird if I brought it up.”

“Not at all,” you shook your head. “Now come on, let’s get some pumpkins!”

You lead the way out to the field. “Do you wanna carve jack o’ lanterns?” You asked.

“I haven’t done that since I was a kid,” he laughed. “I’d love to.”

You each picked a pumpkin large enough to carve, and then made your way into the barn. You picked out a bushel of apples to make pie with when you got home, then stopped for some hot apple cider and turnovers before heading back out to the car.

“Now for the next stop,” you said as you took off down the road.

“Where’s that?” Ryan asked.

“You’ll see,” you replied as you drove up a winding road. Eventually you came upon a small parking lot off the side of the road.

“Scenic overlook?”

“Yea, grab your cider and follow me,” you said as you got out, grabbing the bag of treats.

Ryan follows you along the narrow path to where it came out overlooking the valley below. The trees were all shades of red, gold, orange and brown.

“Wow,” he murmured as he stood behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. “It’s beautiful.”

“Yea. And you have to rake all of it up,” you laughed.

“Hilarious,” he laughed dryly, shaking his head. “But thank you for today, it was really fun.”

You turned to face him. “Yea? I’m glad you enjoyed it. I’m glad that you came up here with me.”

“I’ll follow you wherever you lead,” he smiled softly before leaning in and kissing you deeply.

Chapter 54: Choke (Dallon Weekes smut)

You were feeling out of place waiting to be called in for your audition with Panic! At the Disco, as you were the only woman in the room. The music industry, especially rock, was so male dominated, but you were not going to let that deter you. It made you nervous as hell, but not deterred. 

Other guitarists and bassists were called in as you waited your turn, picking at your nails anxiously, thinking about what you would be playing. Eventually a very tall bass player walked in, sat down next to you and made the mistake of saying hi. This was enough to get you talking, and you were totally unable to stop nervously babbling at him. 

“I’m sorry, I’m just really nervous. I’m (YN),” you laughed after talking his ear off for a few minutes.

“Dallon, Dallon Weekes,” he smiled, which did nothing for your nerves. “And don’t worry about it.”

“(YFN) (YLN)?” A voice called from the audition room.

“I’m up,” you sighed, picking up your guitar case.

“Knock ‘em dead,” Dallon nodded.

After the audition you waved to Dallon as you left and hoped somewhere down the road you’d run into him again. 

~

A few years later, you and Dallon had become incredibly close being in Panic together, but it would have been impossible not to, given the role you’d both been relegated to within the band. Brendon and Spencer were the face of the band, they had history together and they always shared hotel rooms and dressing rooms.

You and Dallon were “just” touring members, trotted out for performances like a couple of show ponies. Your input wasn’t needed, that much was clear, but a paycheck was a paycheck, and you were making a name for yourself. Plus you’d never give up the weeks on the road with Dallon, experiencing new cities and countries you’d only dreamed of visiting and getting to perform night after night, but this particular tour was getting especially long and you were starting to get frustrated. In more ways than one.

It was another show like any other and Brendon was up to his usual antics. He would come over and stage-flirt with you before making his way back over to Dallon. Sure you both got into it for the sake of the performance, but the only person you ever really wanted to flirt with was Dallon and tonight he was driving you absolutely wild.

You loved watching the way his large hands moved across the neck of his bass, the way he threw his head back while playing was practically obscene, and it was incredibly distracting when he’d look over at you between songs, run his hands through his hair and shoot you a wink. You wanted to run your hands through his hair, you wanted his large, strong hands on your body, you wanted to be the one that made him throw his head back like that. You wondered what it would sound like for him to moan your name. You shook your head to snap yourself out of it, trying to keep your mind on the song you were playing.

That night as the bus rolled you to the next stop, it was suggested that everyone should play a drinking game. You settled in on one end of the couch, Dallon on the other, looking relaxed and comfy, and you had to fight the urge to go curl up with him.

“Never have I ever!” Brendon declared as he handed out bottles of beer to everyone. “(YN), ladies first.”

“Fine. Umm, never have I ever flirted to get out of a speeding ticket,” you said and no one drank.

“Never have I ever had a fake ID,” Dallon said and both Brendon and Spencer drank.

“Never have I ever kissed a bandmate,” Spencer said with a smirk and everyone laughed as Brendon took a drink.

“Knew it,” you muttered under your breath.

“Never have I ever been peed on during sex!” Brendon announced happily as the rest of you looked at him slightly dumbfounded.

“Well that went from zero to 100 real quick,” you said shaking your head. “Fine, never have I ever hooked up with a fan backstage.”

Again, Spencer and Brendon drank. The game continued, each of you taking drinks, some even going for more bottles of beer to keep the game going, but you were almost done with yours and ready to go to bed.

“Never have I ever enjoyed getting choked during sex,” Brendon laughed and you felt releaved as you were done with the game as you lifted the bottle to your lips, finishing the beer. That’s when you noticed three sets of eyes on you.

“What? It’s fun,” you shrugged. From the corner of your eye you noticed Dallon moving the pillow he had been leaning against on top of his lap. “Anyway, I’m done with my beer and I’m not opening another, goodnight.”

As you climbed into your bunk and popped in your headphones, you couldn’t help but wonder what Dallon was thinking.

~

The next day, the tour bus rolled into Chicago and since the following show was in Milwaukee, there was time for a hotel stay. A hotel stay with Dallon in the other bed you reminded yourself. You couldn’t help but notice Dallon was acting strangely as he moved throughout your shared dressing room. It was as if he wanted to say, but couldn’t bring himself to do so. 

You were pretty much ready for the night’s performance, and you were just applying some lipstick in the mirror when Dallon walked up behind you.

“That lipstick looks good on you,” Dallon complemented as he straightened his tie.

You turned to face him, surprised at how close he was standing. You decided you were sick of the tension, everything that was unspoken between you. “I wonder what it’d look like on you,” you murmured, as you reached up and ran your fingers over his tie.

Dallon smirked a little before he started leaning in and you held your breath, heart pounding in your chest. It felt like you’d waited forever, spent so many nights wondering what it would feel like if Dallon kissed you and where it would lead, consequences be damned.

Just as his lips were so close to yours, there was a knock on the door, causing you both to jump. “Need you on stage in 5 minutes!”

“Thank you!” You replied before letting out a shaky sigh. Dallon was running his hand through his hair as you shook your head and turned to walk out the door. 

Suddenly Dallon grabbed your arm and pulled you back to him. His lips were crashing into yours as you practically melted into him as your arms wrapped around him. When you pulled back for air, Dallon rested his forehead against yours, as you both tried to catch your breath.

“We gotta, we gotta get on stage,” you breathed, a little stunned still.

“Yea,” Dallon nodded. “But after… after I want more. I’ve waited so long for this.”

“I cannot wait,“ you grinned back.

You and Dallon barely made it on stage on time after cleaning up the smeared lipstick and ruffled hair. You did your best to focus on the music you were supposed to be playing but it seemed like every time you glanced over at Dallon, he was looking your way or shedding another article of clothing. 

First it was his jacket, but he always took that off during the show, then his sleeves were rolled up, making your knees weak. A short time later his tie hung undone around his neck, followed by the top buttons of his shirt being undone. This slow motion striptease was doing nothing for your concentration, or the feeling taking over your body. Hell you’d jump him right then and there if you didn’t think Brendon would fire you both for taking the attention off him for a moment.

The show seemed to take forever, but finally you were taking your final bows and walking off stage. The tension between you and Dallon was palpable and you wondered if anyone else noticed. 

"The van to the hotel will leave in an hour. If you aren’t on it, hope you like walking!” The tour manager called as everyone dispersed to their dressing rooms. You glanced at your watch, noting the time and thinking about what could happen in the next 60 minutes.

When the dressing room door was shut behind you, Dallon was on you again. Hands on your waist, pulling your body against his as you ran your hands through his sweaty hair. Your lips kissed his hungrily, urgently. 

“We have an hour before we have to leave,” you murmured into his lips. “Better make this quick and dirty.”

“But after that we have all night,” he replied, his tone dripping in seduction.

“Oh god,” you gasped. He took the opportunity to kiss down your neck. You shoved his shirt off his toned shoulders before fumbling for the hem of your dress to pull it off, breaking the kiss.

“(YN),” murmured in awe, taking you in wearing nothing but your undergarments. 

“You want me?” You asked, looking straight in his eye. “You can handle this?”

Dallon smirked. “You know I can.”

Your eyebrows went up in surprise at the cocky statement of your usually slightly reserved friend. “Good.”

You closed the distance between you again, lips crashing together, hands roaming all over each other, as you both blindly made your way across the room, bumping into furniture until you were at the crappy old couch that took up far too much space in the small room. You dropped back, breathlessly as Dallon loomed over you. You didn’t think it was possible to get any more turned on than you already were, but it was happening. 

It didn’t take long for you both to shed the rest of your clothes, and you wanted to revel in Dallon’s toned body, but there was no time for that now. You were making out furiously again, hands all over each other until he suddenly broke the kiss.

“Shit (YN), I don’t have a -”

“I’m on the pill,” you answered. He nodded and took his hand, pulling him over you as you lay back on the couch,

He propped himself up on the arm of the couch behind you, as his free hand caressed over your chest and you started making out again. His hips were resting against yours and while the friction was good, it was not enough.

“Please Dal,” you murmured against his lips.

“Please what?” He teased. You could feel him smirking.

“Please fuck me, choke me, have your way with me, whatever you want, just please do something!”

Dallon smirked again before glancing down to line himself up and pressed into you tantalizingly slow. You let out a soft moan at the feeling of fullness and

“You feel so good,” Dallon whispered reverently before pulling back, just to press back harder and faster than before. 

“That feels so good,” you moaned, looking in his blue eyes. That’s when you noticed he was glancing down. “You can do it if you want.”

He looked back up at your face for confirmation, before placing his hand around your throat and squeezed gently, eliciting another filthy moan from you. He seemed pleased with your reaction as he pounded into you harder.

“So good,” you squeaked out, unable to come up with anything more coherent as you were in a state of absolute euphoria.

“God, (YN),” Dallon moaned, and you could tell he was close.

“Please, harder,” you gasped.

Dallon thrust harder into you, losing rhythm before you felt him cum, the feeling of which caused you to cum around him with one last gasping moan. He released his grip on your throat as his sweaty forehead fell onto your shoulder as you both panted for air.

“Damn,” you muttered. “Dallon, I’m not joking, that was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

Dallon laughed lightly, his cheeks flushing further. “I hope I can live up to expectations in the future.”

“I’m sure you will,” you smiled back.

“I guess we should get dressed and pack up before we miss the van to the hotel,” Dallon said, getting up, and offering you a hand to help you to your feet.

When you were both re-dressed and ready to leave the venue, Dallon took your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours. “Before we go, I just want you to know, I really do like you (YN). If you wanna just hook up, that’s fine, but if you want more, I’m ready.” 

You smiled up at him, this was the sweet Dallon that you’d fallen for so long before. “I do want more. I mean, more than just more hookups. I want the whole thing for us.”

Dallon nodded, a smile tugging at his lips as well. He leaned in and kissed you hard. “Good. Now let’s get to that hotel.”

Chapter 55: Had A Little Bit But I Want Some More (Werewolf!Adam Lazzara smut)

Notes:

Requested on tumblr: "Can you write a story where Adam is a werewolf, and it's a few days before the full moon so he's wired and also aroused, so he and the girl have rough sex to get him to calm down?"

If you thought too long about it, it was sorta strange.

You’d been with your boyfriend Adam for over a year now, and while he was in a band and therefore on the road pretty often, it always seemed like there was always a day or two a month where he was like a ghost. No sign of him on social media, no messages, no calls, nothing. An anxious feeling nawed at your stomach as you wondered why that was. He never mentioned taking a day to himself every month, did that mean he was hiding something? Someone?

You tried not to be paranoid as you started marking the days on your calendar, and that’s when you noticed the weird pattern. It was always on the full moon. That sent your mind spinning in whole new directions. Was he in some weird cult? What could possibly be going on?

When you asked Adam if he wanted to come over for the night, you specifically chose a date a few days before the next full moon. As you laid on the couch together, you noticed that he seemed a bit restless.

“You ok?” You asked, glancing up at him.

“Yea, yea I’m fine,” he said, shifting again.

“You haven’t stopped moving since you got here,” you replied sitting up. “Is something going on with you?”

“What do you mean?” He replied, a hint of defensiveness in his voice.

“I mean you disappear every month around the full moon, you can’t sit still tonight and I know it’s almost the full moon, and it all just seems really really weird ok?” You blurted out.

Adam groaned and ran a hand through his long dark hair. “(YN), you gotta promise me you won’t freak out.”

Your heart rate immediately shot up. “Why?”

“Because you probably won’t believe what I’m about to tell you.”

“Why?” You repeated again, voice cracking as your eyes grew wide.

“I’m a werewolf,” he replied, almost as if it wasn’t the most absurd thing you’d ever heard.

“Nuh uh,” you shook your head. “That’s not possible.”

“It is,” he said, pulling up the leg of his jeans. “Remember this scar?”

“You said you were attacked by a dog!”

“Well I mean, sorta.”

“So when you disappear-”

“It’s for your safety.”

“Why? What happens?”

“I dunno how to describe it, I just kinda go feral.”

“Is that why you’re so restless tonight?”

“Yea, it’s coming up, I have a lot of energy to burn.”

“Oh… Oh!” You exclaimed when an idea popped into your head. “I mean, I know of one way we could burn off some of that energy.”

You could see Adam was already breathing heavier. “I could hurt you,” he said cautiously.

“Yea, and I could like it,” you retorted.

“Fuckin hell, (YN),” he muttered before practically launching himself across the couch to you, his lips crashing into yours as you fell back against the cushions. A giggle of delight escaped your lips as his hands gripped at your hips tightly as he trailed kisses down your neck.

“You up for the chase?” You murmured.

“Hmm?” He questioned as he pulled back. You took the opportunity to playfully slip from his grasp and run toward the bedroom. 

You heard him let out a low growl as he leapt over the back of the couch and in a flash he had you pinned against the wall just outside your room, his body pressing against yours. You could feel the energy coursing through him as he held both of your wrists in one of his large hands above your head. You were both breathing hard as his eyes searched yours for any hint of apprehension.

“You caught me, now what are you gonna do?” You asked with a smirk.

He let out another low growl before again kissing you hard. You moaned into the kiss as his hips ground against yours. You were completely under his control and nothing could have made you more aroused. He let go of your wrists and his hand trailed down your body, to the back of your legs. You jumped up, wrapping your legs around his waist and he carried you into the bedroom. He let you drop back against the mattress and you started to disrobe as he watched hungrily with his dark eyes. 

“Are you just gonna watch, or are you gonna participate?” You teased. 

“You’re sure you wanna do this?”

“Absolutely,” you replied as you pushed yourself up the bed. Adam started to crawl up the bed after you and you felt your heart start to pound. You felt like prey that was about to be devoured.

He discarded his shirt and grabbed your ankle, pulling you toward him. He loomed over you for a moment, before kissing you again. The kisses quickly trailed to your neck, that turned into small bites that made you shiver. When his hands again reached your hips, he took it upon himself to tear away your panties with as much ease as if they were made of paper. 

Adam pressed ravenous, biting kisses down your body until he reached between your legs, leaving marks along the sensitive skin of your thighs where only you would be able to see in the morning. You let out a gasping moan as he licked across your slit, two fingers diving within you. The feeling was almost overwhelming as his tongue moved against your clit, quickly building you up.

“Adam, Adam I’m gonna,” you moaned, but he didn’t relent as you came around his fingers. You barely had a moment to recover before he was getting up, pushing off his pants and boxers and climbing back on to the bed. He flipped you over and pulled you up by the waist and you quickly understood what he wanted to do.

You gripped the bed sheets as you angled your hips up and he slid into you from behind with an animalistic groan. “Fuck (YN), you feel so good,” he muttered as his hips began to slam into you.

The rough pace was dizzying and you tried not to moan out too wantonly for all the neighbor’s to hear, but you couldn’t help it. Adam’s hands had a tight grip on your hips until one found its way into your hair, pulling you up so your back was flush against him.

You moaned as his grip then moved to your neck, squeezing lightly. You completely lost control when he placed a bite on your shoulder and you came around him again. His thrusts began to lose pace and soon he groaned as he stilled deep within you, cumming harder than he ever had. You both collapsed against the mattress, panting messes, recovering from what you’d just done. 

“Are you ok baby?” He asked, brushing the hair our of your face. “I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No, that was amazing,” you laughed lightly, head still spinning. “Please don’t ever hide on the full moon again if it means I have to miss out on that.”

Adam just laughed and pulled you in for a kiss before you both settled in for the night.

Chapter 56: Certified Bad Boy Dallon Weekes

“Thanks for coming with me tonight, I don’t mind going to shows alone, but if I don’t have to, I’d rather not,” (YN) smiled at her friend Dallon. She had mentioned a concert she wanted to attend, but walking around town at night made her a bit nervous, especially downtown where it seemed like every third business was a bar.

“Thanks for inviting me,” he replied as they walked along under the lampposts, the golden color guiding their way back toward her apartment. “I had a lot of fun, and the band was really good, I’m gonna have to check them out.”

Not much further up the road, in front of one of the bars, (YN) could see a man smoking a cigarette. He was already looking her way as they approached and she hated the way his eyes were running up and down her body.

"Hey baby, come over here a sec,” the drunken man slurred. (YN) ducked her head down, not making eye contact as Dallon put his arm over her shoulder protectively. “Aww come on sweetheart, don’t tell me you’re goin home with this loser!”

“Oh my god,” she muttered under her breath as they passed him. He reeked of liquor and it gave her a headache almost instantly. Dallon squeezed her shoulder reassuringly.

“Oh, that’s how it is? Fuck you, ya fuckin $5 whore. Ugly ass bitch.”

Dallon stopped in his tracks and before (YN) could realize what was happening he was storming back toward the drunken man.

“Dallon, wait! No!” She cried as the man threw a preemptive punch toward Dallon. It landed, but the drunk was so tipsy that it knocked him off balance and Dallon was able to land a hit of his own, dropping the drunk to the ground.

“Dallon! Come on!” She grabbed his arm, trying to pull him away from the drunk with blood streaming out of his nose groaning on the ground.

“I better not catch you ever talking like that to a woman ever again,” Dallon growled before giving him one last kick in the ribs before letting (YN) pull him away.

When they reached (YN)’s apartment, and she flipped on the light, she was able to assess the damage her friend had taken. Dallon was still fuming until she reached up and cupped his cheek and he instantly softened into her touch.

“Oh Dal,” she murmured. “You’ve already got a black eye, and a cut. Come on, let me fix you up.”

“I’m sorry (YN), I… I don’t know what came over me, I was so mad about what he said about you, I just snapped,” he explained as she pulled him toward the bathroom.

“Sit,” she instructed as she started searching the cabinet under the sink for her first aid supplies. “And thank you.”

Dallon’s eyebrows shot up in surprise before he winced in pain from the movement. “For what?”

(YN) laughed lightly as she poured antiseptic on a cotton ball. “For defending my honor. Hang on, this might sting.” She tilted his chin up so he was looking up at her and she could see the cut in better light. Softly she dabbed the wound, but he only flinched a little. “I’ve never had anyone do anything like that for me before. It was…”

“Too much,” he answered, shaking his head once she had let go of his chin.

“Mmm, no. I was going to say heroic. Gentlemanly.”

“I don’t think it was very gentlemanly,” he muttered, looking down at the blue rug on the floor.

“Fine,” she said, rolling her eyes as she grabbed his chin to make him look at her again as she applied a bandaid. “You’re a certified bad boy, is that better?”

Dallon’s cheeks instantly started to burn red. “Do you like bad boys?” He asked so softly (YN) wasn’t sure she heard him correctly, but she found herself blushing as well. 

“Umm, sometimes, as long as they can be gentlemen too,” she replied, her voice a little weak, like her knees suddenly were as well. “There, you’re all patched up, let me get you some ice for your eye,” she said, turning to leave the small bathroom that suddenly felt very crowded.

She’d only made it a few steps out of the bathroom when she felt Dallon take her hand. “(YN) wait.”

“Yea,” she breathed, turning to look up at him. 

“Thank you for taking care of me tonight.”

“It was the least I could do,” she smiled when she glanced down and realized he was still holding her hand.

“I swear I’m not normally like that-”

“I know Dallon.”

“It’s because it was you,” he said emphatically and her eyes went wide. “Anyone else and I would have just ignored it and kept walking, but you're… I wanna protect you and keep you safe and be your bad boy and be your gentleman and-”

He couldn’t say anything more because (YN) had reached up, grabbed his face and kissed him hard. After the initial shock, his hands found her waist as he kissed her back.

When she finally pulled back, she grinned at the surprised look still on Dallon’s face. “Are you ok, bad boy?” She giggled.

“I’m great,” he laughed, running his hand through his hair. “That wasn’t just a one time thing, right?”

“I hope not,” she smiled up at him, before he pulled her back to him, and kissed her again.