Torn (Brendon Urie x Reader / Patrick Stump x Reader)

22 / The Patron Saint of Nervousness and Thinking (Patrick)

Y/N Pov

So the past weeks have been great. Both the Panic! and FOB fandoms were freaking out when we announced that Brendon and Ryan and Patrick and me are dating. I think they're still freaking out. I moved in with Patrick, too.

Currently, I'm at home, chilling, with Patrick, Josh, and Tyler. We're all just sitting in the living room talking.

"Hey, remember that stuffed koala you threw at Ryan that one day?" Patrick asks me.

I nod.

"I have it. Ryan gave to me before he left, for some reason. I still don't know why this was a thing at the party," Patrick adds.

"Oh yeah. I should probably explain," Tyler realizes.

I tilt my head, questioning him.

"Pete, F/N, Andy, Ryan, and I, well it was really just Pete, made this plan to try and get you back to your normal self," Tyler says, directing it towards Patrick. "The was called...um...well...Patrick's dick n' ass..."

"That's a name," Josh replies, not really knowing what to say.

I burst out laughing at the stupid name, while Patrick sits the, probably a bit embarrassed, with his face in his hands.

A sigh escapes from his mouth. "I don't know what I should've expected from Pete."

"Wanna go to the ice cream shop?" Josh asks trying to change the subject.

We all agree, and I grab my bag, as we start to walk out of the house. I get a text from Y/N and quickly read it.

"What else are we gonna do today? It's only three in the-" Patrick tries to ask.

"You mean nine in the-" I try to interrupt, but Tyler covers my mouth with his hand.

"Don't even try to finish that sentence," Tyler tells me.

Patrick and Josh let it a small laugh.

I jokingly roll my eyes. "Anyways, F/N's having a bonfire and wants to know if we can all go.

They all agree and continue our way to the ice cream shop.

I run up to Josh, and I jump onto his back, as he holds my legs. "Onwards!"

Patrick and Tyler are behind us.

I hear them talking to each other, but I can't make out what they're saying.

Patrick's Pov

"Hey, Patrick," Tyler says.

"Yeah," I answer him.

"Please, keep Y/N safe for me."

"Of course I will. I love them to death."

"Because you know what happened at the party, and that's happened before. I just don't want that happening again. I've known them forever, and I just...."

"I get it Tyler. I promise you I will try my best to protect her. We both want the best of them." Even though I tell him I'll do my best, I'm still afraid. I scared that I'll fail. I don't want them to get hurt. They're my everything, and I don't want to lose them. I feel like I just can't, but I guess I have to try.

"Thank Patrick," he says as we share a quick hug.

We catch up to Y/N and Josh, who was already at the shop.

"How...fast...did...you...get...here?" I ask in-between breaths. "I...am...winded...." I lean on Y/N for support.

"I mean Josh is...fast," Tyler answers me.

We order our ice cream, and we sit down on a bench.

Y/N leans over and takes a bit out of my ice cream.

"How did you do that? That's like impossible," Josh asks.

"Magic," Y/N jokingly answers.

While Josh was paying attention to Y/N, Tyler sneakily took a bite out of Josh's cone.

"Hey!" Josh realizes.

"Like you wouldn't do the same," Tyler sassily replies.

"Get a room for you and your bromance," Y/N says.

"You two get a room," Tyler jokingly retorts.

Y/N and I laugh at the scene in front of us. We finish our ice cream and head back home to get ready for the bonfire.

Tyler and Josh head back to their places, while Y/N and I get ready.

I lay down on the couch, as Y/N uses the bathroom. I can't think straight. I don't know why, but I can't. I feel nervous, but nothing important that I can remember is happening any time soon. It's just that random feeling of nervous like butterflies in my stomach.

"Hey, Trick. Are you ok?" Y/N asks me, taking me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah, just thinking," I answer.

"Anything you wanna share?"

"Maybe later, but for now I'm good."

Y/N stops for a second, then hesitantly walks away.