band one-shots

fourth of july || petekey

uwu have some cute petekey being gay af.

ship: pete wentz x mikey way

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Who knew Mikey Way could look so beautiful with sparks flying all over his cheeks?

Pete clutches the sparkler in his hand tighter, as it fizzles out and dies with wisps of smoke flowing out.

According to his watch, it's only 9:17 p.m, and they've already used a majority of their sparklers up. He wasn't sure why they'd even bought them. Everyone else bought the bigger fireworks, the ones that went up in the air, that exploded fantastically.

Maybe it'd been a little too anxiety-inducing for Pete. After all, he already felt like his heart was a ticking time-bomb that would explode at any moment. Sparklers, he can handle. They're bright and pretty, but small and manageable.

He drops the wilted stick, and turns to Mikey, his heart pounding. "S-so do you want to just use up all of these?" He gestures vaguely with his hand to the box a few feet away.

"If you want." God, Mikey's so easygoing and happy, and everything Pete Lewis Kingston Wentz III isn't. Pete wants him so bad. But he can't have everything he wants.

At least he has the benefit of the other members of their bands being absent. It's hard enough to keep his anxiety manageable in front of Mikey, other people make it so much worse.

A couple miles away, a firework lights up the dark night sky, in a perfect array of light and explosion. Both Pete and Mikey notice it, but Mikey's the sole person to turn his entire body towards it.

And he looks so enamored with it, he's absolutely fucking amazed. Pete isn't sure why, because this shit happens every single year. It's not exactly a rare occurrence, once you got to Mikey's age, July 4th was a normal tradition. On the assumption that you lived in America, that is.

Pete steps a little closer, to see the expression on Mikey's face in full detail.

Mikey turns, and they're a little closer than they normally are.

If they're five feet apart, then they're not gay.

But if they're five inches apart, then what are they?

The question answers itself, as Mikey leans in, barely brushing over Pete's facial features.

They may not be gay, but they certainly are kissing.

Mikey's hand finds its way into Pete's grungy black Metallica shirt and fists the fabric, pulling Pete closer. Behind them, the majestic firework has dissipated into the atmosphere, but they're too caught up in each other to take notice.

After what seems like only nanoseconds, Mikey pulls away, leaving only a whisper of his chap-stick on Pete's lips.

And they both desperately crave more. But Mikey has to take a simple precaution before he can do anything else.

He places a single finger over Pete's lips, shushing him. "You can't tell anyone about this."

Pete nods eagerly, like a little boy ripping through his birthday cards who doesn't care about the writing on the cards, he cares about the money inside. Likewise, he doesn't care about the logistics of him and Mikey, just the fact that it's happening.

"Not even anyone in our bands."

He wasn't planning on telling anyone anything in the first place. So he nods again, and Mikey relaxes visibly.

Another explosion sounds in the distance and sparks shower in the air. Pete takes the opportunity to lean in again, and allows Mikey's lips to capture his own.

It almost sounds like a camera shutter going off, that's how picture-perfect of a moment it is.

Wait.

That actually was a camera shutter going off.

They pull apart frantically, eyes widened in fear. The sound seemed to have come from the bushes nearby, but they're empty now.

"There's no way someone-" Pete can't even bear to finish his sentence. "Did they-"

"Someone knows." Mikey's eyes are lit with anxiety and sweat is beading on his forehead. "Worse, they have evidence."

"We can always say it was faked." Pete offers up. "Or we were drunk."

"Yeah-I- Whatever-" Mikey shakes his head and his glasses are knocked askew a bit. "It's not going to help to worry about it. Fourth of July comes once a year."

He places his hand on the raven-haired boy's cheek, grinning. With his other hand, he runs it through Pete's inky black hair before kissing him for the third time that night.

Third time's the charm.

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i lowkey have an update schedule now so y'all can probably expect updates on wednesday and saturday nights 🤠 yeehaw we stan an organized queen

[but don't count on it 100% i have finals coming up and i'm a lazy boi 😪]