Patrick Stump and Pete Wentz Imagines

Pete - Can't get it out of my head...

-1 year earlier-

You had been in a relationship with a real bitch. You decided to break it off... but he (or she, I don't judge) didn't want to... They began to be abusive. You couldn't fall asleep at night, knowing they were in the same house as you. Finally, you took action. You called the police and reported them. They eventually went to jail. No more fear. Maybe.

-Now-

For about a week or so, a guy you live by had continuously asked you out. You kindly declined, replying with how you weren't look for a relationship currently. That didn't stop him. After another couple days, you finally said yes. He was more than happy.

"Will you go out with me, (Y/N)?" Pete asked, for the millionth time.

"Peter, give up," you demanded.

"Never," Pete replied. "Not until you're mine."

You took a deep breath and looked at Pete. He was quivering his lip, and making puppy dog eyes. "Goddammit, Pete. Fine."

"Wait, what?!" Pete asked slightly shocked.

"Fine," you repeated. "I'll go out with you."

Pete punched the air with excitement. He seemed to be legitimately fangirling. Pete slowly calmed down, then looked at you. "Cool! I'll pick you up around 7. Be sure to be beautiful... wait, you already are."

With that, Pete walked back to his house, and left you there blushing.

Around 6 o'clock you started getting ready.

You were quite casual with what you wore. White short sleeved crop top, black skirt, and black Converse.

Just for fun, you put on a Harley Quinn choker.

As you did your makeup, you decided not to wear a lot. Only a bit of eyeliner.

As you checked your phone for the time, you see it was 6:45. 15 minutes to spare.

You went to sit on your couch, but some asshat (Going back to the first imagine... calling Pete an asshat... the feels) knocked on your door. You angrily walked over to the door and answered it.

"Pete? I still have 15 minutes to myself!" You said.

"Glad to see you too," Pete joked. "I just wanted to hang out before it got awkward."

"It was awkward the first day I moved here," you mumbled. You looked back at Pete and couldn't resist saying sure. "C'mon in."

Pete confidentially walked in, but didn't notice your phone charger on the ground, and tripped. "Crap."

You lightly laughed. "Need some help?"

"No, no," Pete said. "I'm just gonna lay here, on your dirty ground..."

You left Pete there, and went to sit on the couch. Pete soon got up, and sat next to you.

In the most awkward way, Pete put his arm around you.

"Thought you said you wanted to hang out before it got awkward," you said.

Pete looked at you. "Hey, can't blame me for wanting you close."

You smile a little. "Pfft..."

Pete looks at you, and brings your face up with his finger. You both move in for a kiss.

-Flashback-

You moved closer to your boy(girl)friend, and quietly kissed them. As you continued, they grabbed your hair. Not in the usual way. They began pulling it, and sending you into complete pain. You slapped them, then they knocked you to the ground.

-End-

You pushed Pete away, and moved away from him.

"(Y/N), what's wrong?" Pets asked, quiet worried.

You don't reply. You stayed quiet and had your knees tucked into your chest.

"(Y/N)," Pete said, worried. He hugged you, comforted you.

You shrugged him off again, still quite scared. "Pete..."

"Uh, (Y/N)," Pete said. "I can go if you want."

"No!" You replied. "Please, don't go."

"Just because your adorable, I'll stay," Pete replied.

You smiled.

After an hour or so, you and Pete decided not to go out for the date. But, Pete was curious as to why you pushed him away.

You explained how you used to be in an abusive relationship.

He quietly kissed you, and replied with, "I would never hurt you. Trust me."

A/N

Yo. Sorry for 3 Pets imagines, and only like 1 Patrick imagine over the past week.
I don't really know why I'm fancying Pete more, but still.
As of today, Halloween, I'm in Chicago with Peter! Yeah, I'm raking Bronx trick or treating, and I'm gonna be here until Monday.
DONT. EXPECT. ME. TO. WRITE.
Just saying that now.
Well, uh, bye.

~ Kaliegh