Pete, The Asshole (Pete Wentz X Reader)

I Can't Walk

((Pete's POV**))

Y/n was still snuggled up to my chest as we slept in. We had been sleeping for at least 2 hours and I woke up about 5 minutes ago. Her face was slightly distressed. Her pink lips were slightly swollen and a rosy blush crept up her cheeks. I stroked her back. She was so beautiful.

((Your POV**))

I ran down an alley way, losing my breath. Pete followed closely behind me as the unwanted footsteps of our assailant followed behind. Dead end. I began to shake and cry, grasping at Pete.

"We can get out of this!" Pete said, wrapping his arms around me.

The dark figure pulled something out f his hood. A knife. I began to whimper as the man gave a wicked grin. One that would haunt me for fucking ever. Our antagonist pulled off his hood and revealed an all too familiar and scary face, Nick.

"Ready for round two?" He chuckled, menacingly.

With full force, he jammed the knife into Pete's side, causing him to drop to the floor. I was unprotected and scared. Nick stabbed me in leg, leading me to yelp and cry.

"Pete!" I cried.

He was bleeding and Nick crouched over him. He flashed me a smile and plunged the knife into his chest.

Pete began to scream and I did as well. He kept saying my name over and over and over and I felt so defenseless. I couldn't get up. I couldn't get angry. I couldn't do anything. All I could do was look away and cry. His cries of "Y/n!" soon began to fade down as the gooey sound of blood and plunging knife strokes got louder.

"Ready, Y/n?" Nick laughed.

"No, no, no! Pete! Please, no! Get up! I love you!" I cried as Nick inched closer.

His previous screams began to echo in my head, making me grab my ears. It was as if Pete was actually screaming my name into my eardrums as Nick got closer and closer and closer --

"Y/N!" Pete yelled, shaking me.

Choked sobs filled up the room. My sobs. I, frantically, scanned the room. It was our room. Pete had his hands on my shoulders and he looked very worried.

"Baby! Are you okay?!" He said, burying his head into my neck and hugging me.

"N-No! Nick! He was here! He was -- He found us! He -- Pete, He --"

"Shhh, no, Y/n. Baby, it was dream. It was just a dream."

I began to sob, loudly, "It -- It was a nightmare?"

"All a nightmare, I promise," He said, kissing my face.

I cried some more and buried myself into Pete's toned chest. We were still sitting up. Blankets and pillows strewn all over the floor.

"You scared me," he said, tracing circles into my shoulder.

Pete had his chin on my head and I clung closely to him. I didn't want any space. Not for the man I loved. I wanted to be as close as I could get. I knew there was always one thing that could guarantee us being closer. And it was always Pete's favorite thing to do.

After a round of sex, I pulled myself out and laid down next to her. She was sweating a bit and a few pieces of hair were stuck to her forehead. She laughed a little bit and started to shake her head. I pulled her naked body into mine and then the duvet on top.

"What?" I smiled into her neck.

"That was...mind blowing!" Y/n exclaimed, kissing me.

"It's good that I can still keep you satisfied," I chuckled.

"God, now I have to pee," she said, sitting up.

I admired her body as she pulled the blanket off and got off the bed.

"Fuck!" She exclaimed.

Y/n had fallen to the floor. I panicked and jumped off.

"Babe! Oh shit, are you okay?!"

She laughed loudly as I rushed over to her to help her up, "I can't even stand up, my legs feel too weak."

"I must have done a really good job this time," I laughed, helping her to the bathroom.

Y/n used the bathroom and grabbed a thin, red, satin robe. I helped her back to the bed.

"I love you," She whispered.

I rolled over into her chest. She started to stroke my hair and I rubbed her free hand.

"I'll always love you."

Always.