Ashton Maxwell Stump: Oneshots of the gay transgender son of Patrick Stump

Birthday Suprises

Three months into tour and I'm back in my home city, well close enough, for my birthday. We're playing in Birmingham tonight, Dad said he's got a surprise or something, and Brendon won't tell me anything, or Dallon, or Joe. I'm playing 20 Dollar Nosebleed tonight with dad instead of Brendon and I have a couple of covers to myself. Basically I learnt I Feel Like Dancin', I Predict A Riot and Party Poison in less than four hours on my electric thanks to dad and Joe. Anyway, we pull up to the venue, a place I'd visited many times as a kid, including where I saw MCR for the first time when I was 13.

The Panic! guys burst onto our bus and Dallon throws me over his shoulder. I scream and the guys laugh as we get inside the warm venue. Britain is extremely cold in February, especially when you're only in a tank and sweats. Dallon drops me outside the Fall Out Boy dressing room and Brendon throws my backpack at me. "BRENDON BOYD URIE DON'T THROW THAT IT HAS MY FUCKING PHONE IN YOU TWAT!" I scream, laughing.
"ASHTON, LANGUAGE!" I hear dad yell from further down the corridor. Pete comes streaming around the corner, screaming about something. I swear my family is insane.

The guys head for sound check as I tune my electric, when my phone buzzes, 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!', my boyfriend . I place my guitar to the side of me and pick my phone up, unlocking it, fingers working quickly typing a response. A couple of minutes later, my Skype rings with Alex's profile. "ALEX!" I scream, jumping back on the sofa in the dressing room. "You're not at home?" I ask, confused.
"Nope, you'll see later," he replies, his green hair falling into his face, pale features turning into a smile. I smile softly, giggling to myself as I dance round our dressing room, phone in hand, Panic! flowing through it's small speaker "ASH! You need to go over for sound check with your dad!" Brendon yells, bursting though the door, "Hey that's my band!" I roll my eyes at his antics.
"Hello Mr. Urie," Alex yells through the phone.
"How many times Alex, call me Brendon, anyway, come one Ash!" he shouts.
"Ok Bren calm the fuck down, I've gotta go baby, I'll talk later," I wave once more to my wonderful boyfriend and follow Brendon towards the stage.

(Smol time skip of like three hours)

"HELLO BIRMINGHAM!" Pete screams, I'm off to the side, my guitar over my shoulder ready to race onto stage, rainbow strap slightly digging into my shoulder through the MCR shirt I was wearing. "We have a small surprise for the newest member of the Fall Out Boy family, Ash!" dad yells. I take this as my cue to burst onto stage, my mic in hand, the sound of my own breathing defended by the roar of the Birmingham crowd. "Now as some of you may know, it's Ash's birthday today, and we have a couple of surprises,". The screen behind us goes blank for a few seconds, then the faces of Gerard, Frank and Mikey pop up. I look over to dad, who has a stupid smirk on his face, and Pete wears a matching one. "Hey Ash! Your dad got in touch and said it was your birthday, so Happy Birthday, kid," Gerard smiles, Frank looking like he's been high on sugar and Mikey with a small smile on his face. "We hope to meet up with you soon dude," Frank says. My eyes are swelling with tears and I somehow know that something isn't quite right, this isn't the end of this surprise. Most of MCR fades from the screen and Tyler and Josh come on. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY ASHY! I'm pretty sure I gave your dad your present, I don't know ask him," Tyler seems a lot more hyper than usual, Josh just smiles, his arm around Tyler's shoulders. "Happy birthday kid, I'll see you soon," Josh smirks and the screen goes blank again. I'm crying when dad comes over and wraps me in a hug. "NOW THIS ISN'T THE END OF ASH'S SURPRISE!" Joe yells, "if we may introduce Mr Alexander Tiberius Howell-Lester to the stage!" I look over to dad, and then to the right side of the stage, where my boyfriend of five months, stands. I run towards him and wrap my tiny 5'7 frame around his tall 6'1 body, crying. He holds me, gripping my back. "I love you, " I mutter, arms falling to my sides.
"And I love you, Ashton Maxwell Stump." he yells.