Patrick Stump and Pete Wentz Imagines

Pete - From: Anonymous

You angrily return home from work. 

Your boss gave you crap about doing one little thing wrong.

None of your co-workers helped you with your tasks.

Just flat out, a horrible day at work. 

You throw your bag onto the couch, walk into your bedroom, and face-plant onto the bed. 

You get comfortable, but just as you settle down, the door bell goes off. 

Annoyed, you get up and answer the door.

A delivery guy. "Are you (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?" He asks.

"Yeah," you respond. 

He hands you a a basket full of different kinds of flowers. 

"Thank you," you say.

The delivery guy smiles, and leaves. 

You take the basket inside and place it on your table. 

There's a little card, so you take it and read it.

"To: (Y/N)

You're are so beautiful, and perfect. Just know, I like you a lot.

From: Anonymous"

The fact that the person who sent the flowers to you, wrote anonymous makes you a bit frightened.

Over the next few weeks, you got more and more surprises from 'Anonymous'.

It begins to really creep you out. 

Finally, you get one more surprise with another card.

"To: (Y/N)

So, you're probably getting creeped out by me sending you things. Honestly, I'm not really fond of having to send you so many things. I was wondering it we could meet. Now, don't worry. I'm not gonna kill you. Just think of me as a... secret admirer. 

I'm just gonna write a little bit about me, so if you decide to meet me, you'll know who I am.

I have bleached hair, and honestly too many tattoos. 

I really don't know how to describe myself. And I did say I'll write a little about me.

(Y/N), could you just, please meet me tomorrow at 2:30 at The Red Hut by your job. 

From: I'm not gonna say 'anonymous'"

You could finally meet the person sending you these things!

Of course you wanted to go. 

But, you read one part again. "Too many tattoos"

You knew someone with tattoos, and you always teased him he had too many tattoos and id he got anymore tattoos he'd have all his war paint. 

The next day rolls around. 

You get dressed at eat breakfast, just thinking about who the person was.

Tattoos and bleached hair.

Your phone's alarm goes off, saying it's 2:10. 

You grab your bag and head to the Red Hut. 

By the time you get there, It'd exactly 2:30.

You see a guy standing outside with bleached hair. But you can't tell if he has a lot of tattoos, because he's wearing a long sleeved shirt. 

You start walking to the Red Hut.

The guy's face soon becomes recognizable.

"Pete?" You say, walking towards him.

"Yeah?" He says. 

"Pete!" You say excitedly. 

"Oh my god, (Y/N)!" Pete says, hugging you. 

He spins you around as you beginning smiling like crazy.

"What're you doing here?" You ask. 

"Waiting for you," Pete replies. 

"You're the creep who sends me things?" You ask.

"Hey," Pete says. "I'm not a creep. I wanted to send you things like I used to. Remember?" 

"Yeah, I remember," you say. 

You hug Pete again. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too," Pete says, kissing your cheek.

"How's Bronx?" You ask. 

"Good," Pete says, going towards his car. 

He opens the back car door and Bronx comes running out towards you.

"Mommy!" He says. 

"Bronx," You say, your eyes beginning to tear up. 

"Mommy, I missed you," Bronx says. "Where did you go?"

"Bronx," you say. "You and daddy had to leave. I stayed here. And, I missed you too."

Bronx kisses your cheek and hugs you. 

"Bear hug," he demands, and you hug the crap out of him. 

(Sorry if you don't know what a bear hug is. I used to do it with my mom, that's why I put it in there)

You pick Bronx up and look at Pete. "Are you guys staying now?"

"We are," Pete says. "as long as you're gonna be with us."

You look at Bronx then back at Pete. "I wouldn't ever leave you guys. Not as long as I'm alive."

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A/N (Plz read if you don't know the story line)

Sorry if you HAVE NO FRICKIN IDEA WHAT'S GOING ON WITH BRONX, AND PETE, AND THE STORY LINE. 

JUST PIECE THINGS TOGETHER, OK?! 

If you're too lazy to piece things together... like I am... I'l' tell you.

So, a couple years ago, a lot of things happened causing Pete and Bronx, who is you son in this, to leave. 

Pete and you were married. Although you are still married in this time period, you didn't want the media to be obsessed with you, so you played off you were divorced and you took your last name back.

Now, I YOU DON'T FRICKIN REALIZE IT, they're back and you are together. 

Long story short, you live happily ever after...

until death...

~ yoshi ^.^