Pete, The Asshole (Pete Wentz X Reader)

Think, Thought

{{Your POV*}}

The first day of work was underwhelming. Almost nothing was done. The schedule went according to plan, I guess. But My Chem was having a hard time writing lyrics. Frank and I didn't talk at all and Pete made me move stuff around his personal studio. I came home, exhausted from helping that asshole move shit around. Well, "help" would include assisting someone but I did it all by my fucking self.

I turned the key in the doorknob of my house and was greeted by a smothering Brendon. He picked me up and hugged me tightly.

"I missed you!"
"Me too, Bren."

He put me down and held my hand as he brought me to the kitchen.

"I ordered pizza. Cheese, of course."
"Thanks."

I took a slice and began to walk upstairs to our room.

"Babe?"
"Hm?"
"You're not going to eat dinner with me?"

I didn't want to. I wanted to go upstairs and sleep. But I didn't want to hurt his feelings. So I turned around and rubbed my forehead while I took a seat next to Brendon at the dinning room table.

"Bring me an advil please."
"Okay."

I know I wasn't treating Brendon the nicest but I was just tired. I think.

"How was work?" He asked, giving me a bottled water and an advil.
"Shitty. My Chem doesn't need a songwriter, their own songs are perfectly fine. They just have writer's block. And Pete made me move around shit in his personal studio while he was out with the new band's frontman, Alex."

He rubbed my shoulders. Fuck, it felt good. Pete had some heavy ass shit in his studio. He kissed my cheek. Then my neck and shoulders. He left a kiss lingering on my neck.

"Brendon. My head hurts. Not now, please."
"Come onnnn."
"No."

He pouted as I ate pizza.

"I said no."

He sat down and ate his pizza. He rested his head on his hand.

I've been a dick.

"Let's just go to bed, okay? I have work at 9:00 tomorrow. We can make pancakes tomorrow."

He just nodded, looking a bit sad.

I kissed him and grabbed his hand as we headed upstairs.

We usually snugged in bed together but tonight, I was hot. So we faced opposite ways.

Everything felt so damn different.

Pete was on my mind. Ugh. Why?

I had a handsome, wonderful, kind, loving, caring man sleeping next to me but all I could think about was Pete. I just needed to forget about him.

I rolled over into Brendon. He opened his eyes and looked at me.

"What's wrong?"

I kissed him, softly. It lingered. Then I kissed his cheek and made my way to his neck.

"What are you doing?" He laughed.
"Love me." I whined.
"I do love you," he said, kissing my face.
"Come onnnnnn."

He flipped us and he was on top now. Brendon got his way tonight. But for some reason, each kiss. Each breath. Moan. Word. It wasn't appealing to me. Because all I could think about was Pete.

I just reminisced about the good times. They were pleasant.

Whatever this was, I just wanted it to go away.

I wanted Brendon. I think.

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(short chapter but i'll try to update again very soon)