Fall Out Boy Imagines

Pete - Satisfied

requested by: me

word count: 2544

band member: pete wentz

era: folie a deux/futct (bc the flashback)

special guest: gabe saporta

abbreviations: (Y/S/N) = Your Sister's Name

(this is based on the song "satisfied" from hamilton the musical (i recommend listening to it before reading. not only because it'll help you understand it more but also because renee's vocals are absolutely, utterly stunning. 10/10))

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"And now," the best man, Patrick, announced, a smile plastered on his face and a champagne glass raised in the air, "give it up for the maid of honor, (Y/N) (L/N)!"

It was the after party for your sister, (Y/S/N)'s wedding with her long-time boyfriend turned fiancee and now husband, Pete. You plastered a prideful smile on your face, laughing as you stepped up in front of the large crowd, pulling Patrick in for a tight hug as a greeting. You gripped your own fragile glass in your right hand, your left fidgeting with your deep blue dress. Raising the alcohol up into the air, you coughed loudly, shushing the jittery crowd instantly. You had prepared a speech beforehand, in case something like this was going to happen, but your mind went blank when you saw the hundred or so eyes staring at you.

"A toast to the groom," you announced loudly with a small crack in your voice. You shot a smile at Pete--you had known him since before his band got as popular as it was now. Joe patted his bandmate on the back and smiled warmly. "To the bride," you smiled even wider at your sister. Her eyes were bright, her cheeks flushed in happiness as she pecked her husband on the cheek. "From your sister, who'll always be by your side, no matter what." You fished your brain for anything else that had been on the lined paper, "To...to your union, and the hope that you'll provide to so many people," you looked again right at your sister, seeing the pure joy and bliss in her eyes. "May you always be satisfied."

"Toast!" The crowd cheered, and you took a sip of your champagne, feeling the sickly sweet taste work its way onto your tongue. You dismounted the stage and the toasts ended a few minutes later, after Patrick said another few words regarding how much the band changed him and how utterly stoked he was to see his best friend finding the person he loved. Music blared from the speakers again and the crowd re-erupted into a mess of chattering and dancing. (Y/S/N) was talking to Pete and one of her bridesmaids exuberantly and you began to make your way over to her when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

"Hey, (Y/N)," it was Gabe, one of yours and Pete's mutual friends. He cleaned up well, seeing how he generally was seen as an awkward yet somehow hip party guest in most of his band, Cobra Starship's music videos. It also happened that you went to college with him, and if it weren't for Gabe taking you to that Hollywood party a few years back, (Y/S/N) wouldn't have met Pete. He was one of the bassist's groomsmen, being one of his best clients and friends. "How're you liking the wedding?"

"Actually, Gabe, the wedding's over," you pointed, raising the glass to your lips once more, "but, yes, the afterparty's great. I can't wait for their first dance."

Gabe nodded in agreement. Then, suddenly, as if there was some spy here to sabotage the wedding, he whipped his head around, searching for whoever was nearby. You looked around too, trying to see what he was getting so worked up about, "What?"

"Come here real quick, need to talk to you..." he gripped your arm and pulled you away from the crowd. You bumped into many of the guests, most of whom you knew, and with your heels three inches too high, you were constantly stumbling and tripping over your own feet. A part of you wished Gabe would just have slowed down for a second, but the other part was curious--what did he need to tell you that was so urgent?