Patrick Stump Imagines

Pete Imagine

I keep having these really cute Pete dreams, and I melt every time I think of them. It's weird though, cause I honestly don't see the big hype in him. But don't get me wrong, I still love Pete because he's such a great guy, only looking to help people. These dreams are making me love him more.

It was the end of the day, and you couldn't be happier. Overall, today was just a completely shitty day. Everyone was yelling at you for trying your best, and for not doing things earlier. What those people don't understand is that it's hard to get by when your friends, who you'd do anything for, are ignoring you.

There you sat, on the top of a hill outside your small town, looking at the sun set. It would be so much more enjoyable if the Mosquitos weren't eating you alive. For the most part though, you didn't notice they were there. You were thinking about anything and everything tonight.

After a few minutes of the sun setting, you heard soft footsteps coming from behind. They got closer and closer to you until they stopped abruptly. You were scared that the footsteps came from a murderer or rapist, but actually... They weren't.

"Hey, Y/N..." A soft, familiar voice spoke up from behind you. You pondered for a moment about who the voice belonged to and your eyes widened as you remembered it from all those years ago. You whipped your body around to face the person who spoke to you.

"Oh my god... Pete..." You whispered under your breath as you ran towards your best friend from years ago. He held his arms open for you as you jumped into him. Pete spun the both of you around until he ended up tripping, and falling into the grass beneath you. As the both of you laughed together, Pete looked into your eyes, happy to be in your presence again.

"After 4 years of being apart, I'm so happy to finally see you again," Pete told you as your laughter died down. "I mean, you look as sexy as ever." Your face turn to a light pink from Pete's comment. You slapped him in the chest before trying to role off of his body. His arms tightened around you when he felt you trying to move away from him.

"Same goes to you, I guess. I missed you so much, Petey." Pete chuckled at the nickname, and flipped you around so your back was toward him, but still on top of him.

"I missed you too, Bear. I missed your cuddles so much," Pete whispered into your ear. You nodded your head to agree with him.

The both of you were always cuddle buddies, and no one objected to it. No matter what time of day it was, if someone needed to be cuddled, either of you would go straight to each other's houses. His embrace was always so warm and loving that you would never want to leave his embrace.

Pete buried his head into your shoulder, savoring the moment with you. You turn your attention back to the sun set in front of the both of you. Pete's surprise visit made your day 10 times better, but once he started to cuddle you like old times, you forgot everything that happened that day.

You melted into Pete's now looser embrace. The warmth he was surrounding you in was soothing you. Your eye lids fluttered for awhile before you finally gave into the sleep that was consuming you.

I keep thinking of him cuddling me, and it's making me die inside. Sorry if this imagine was a bit confusing, too. I keep having a hard time writing in.... Second person point of view I believe? I don't know...

This maybe my only Pete imagine though, unless I keep having more cute dreams that I want to write, and seem like they fit him only.