[x]Title: Memories
[x]Fandom(s): Fall Out Boy
[x]Pairing: Pete Wentz / Patrick Stump
[x]Rating: G-PG for the word ass.
[x]Written for:
tinfoil_opeters @ 
fic_exchange
[x]Summary: Pete and Pat remember when Pat first “told” Pete ‘I love you’
[x]Author's Note: I hope you like it! ^^;; I'm a total fluff writer.
I walk to the bus, a sweaty, probably very smelly mess. I was just watching My Chemical Romance play and being out in this heat with a hoodie was kinda insane, but, since I loved them so much I did it anyway, which often resulted in me smelling alot or sweating a great deal.
I open the door to the bus and walk in, closing the door and walking up the stairs. I turn to go to my bunk to grab some new clothes and frown, seeing Patrick sprawled in the middle of the hall, his headphones on his head, CD player and CD case at his side along with a big bag of dill pickle chips and a bottle of water. I hold back a giggle at the sight and walk over to him, sitting down beside him and poking his side. He jumps a bit, looking up at me and rolling his eyes, moving one of the ear pieces from his ears.
“What now, Pete?” he groans, rubbing at his eyes. “I’m trying to calm down and people keep interupting me. Unless it’s important, I’d advise you leaving me alone, because I will get cranky if it’s something retarded.”
I pout and pull his headphones off.
“I just wanted to tell you that I love you,” I tell him, smiling a bit. “Is that important enough for you?”
He smiles and comes over, settling himself between my legs. He leans back and pecks my cheek, smiling.
“I think I can let that one slide,” he smirks, closing his eyes as he rests against me. I rest my chin on the top of his head, just feeling really relaxed at the moment.
“Hey, Pat? Remember when we were teenagers and you used to always come over to my house to help me finish my homework … since I’d start it and never finish it? You saved my ass so many times in highschool by helping me,” I laughs and peck the top of his head.
Just that simple thing started us on a “You remember when …?” battle to see who could out do that other at remembering the cutest things about the other other.
“Hey. You remember when I told you I loved you?” He smiles widely, looking at me, his eyes scanning my face.
“Of course,” I smile. It seems almost like yesterday it happened …
I had just gotten home from my job at West 49 and I was tired and cranky, what with all the girls needing help. They really WERE clueless when it came to skateboarding, yet, they still wanted to do it.
I sigh and open up the door to my apartment, only to smell something good cooking at the stove. I remember thinking “Ah, Patrick’s home.” And walking into the kitchen, wrapping my arms around his waist.
“What’cha cookin’?” I ask him, nuzzling his back.
“Chicken, potatoes, gravy and … carrots.” He lifts a pot lid, showing me the carrots before turning around briefly to give me a short kiss. He turned back to the stove again, stirring the gravy and I gave a small whimper because he wasn’t paying attention to me anymore.
“Aww. What’s the occasion?” I joke and kiss his neck, going off to shower and change.
I pull my clothes off and jump into the shower, turning the water on til it was pretty warm, going on the verge of hot. I clean myself up quickly, letting the water run over me for a few minutes before I turn it off and get out, drying my chest and hair off a bit before wrapping it around my waist and exiting the bathroom in search for some clothes that weren’t in the laundry. I soon selected a tight pair of my now “famous” girl jeans, a random band shirt and a hoodie. I walked into the bathroom, blowdrying my hair and actually putting time into doing it since Patrick was cooking me dinner. I soon finish and walk out of the bathroom, turning the light off. I walk into the kitchen, only to see Patrick draining the pot of carrots in the sink.
“Go sit down,” he instructed, pecking my cheek.
I nod and walk into the dining room –slash- living room area and sit down at one of the chairs, smiling when I saw that my favourite flowers were in the –almost always empty- vase.
“Pattttttt! You got me carnations?!” I squeal, getting up and smelling them almost immediately.
He nods and smiles and I immediately get confused.
What’s the occasion … ? He’s gotten me flowers and made me supper and everything. I search the back of my mind, trying to come up with something as he brings the food out on plates, putting them on any available space that my table had to offer.
I immediately grab the potatoes, dishing some onto my plate and passing them to Pat before I get the gravy, and basically drown my potatoes in it. Soon our plates are completely full and I go grab us each a pepsi, sitting down and putting them in front of Pat as we eat.
“So, how was work?” he asks through a mouthful of potatoes.
“Oh, it was good, I guess. There were like, 10 girls in there that wanted to start skateboarding and I got to sell them boards and stuff. I doubt they’ll want to do it once they get going, but yah. They were kinda … like how everyone pictures the popular girls in school, yanno? In clothes from American Eagle and stuff,” I laugh lightly and cut a smaller piece off of my chicken, popping it in my mouth.
“It sounds amazingly fun,” he jokes, eating more of his food as well.
“Yah, if you like trying to explain to a bunch of people – who think they’re princesses, I might add – what trucks are,” I snort.
“It’s not that bad, Pete. Admit it. It’s not THAT bad,” he laughs. “I bet you loved talking to them.”
I just roll my eyes and around 20 minutes later we finish eating. I help him clear the table and then he brings out a chocolate cake, which is my ALL TIME favourite type of cake. Ever.
I smile at how there is green icing on it, wondering what it says.
“Pat? What’s the cake say?” I smile, coming up behind him and wrapping my arms around his waist. He grins and moves so that I can see.
“See for yourself.”
I walk over and look down, staring at the cake when I relize the three most beautiful words in the english language were written on it.
“I love you,” I read, smiling and turning around, spying him. “You love me?!” I have to admit, I was a little excited. He always told me we were going to wait to say that until we possibly couldn’t NOT say it any longer … when it really did count and it really was true.
He nods and smiles and I walk over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist and kissing him softly. It was more like a soft peck of the lips, really, but, given the moment, it was perfect. It was really sweet, and I remember every detail of this moment clearly, as though it was yesterday.
“I love you, too, Patrick.” I smile, nuzzling into his shoulder as he holds me tightly, grinning from ear to ear.
“Pete? Did you ever eat the cake I made you?” He asks. “I remember you wouldn’t let anyone eat near the words ‘I love you’. What’d you do with them?”
I smile at him, pecking the back of his neck. “I put the piece in my freezer so I could save them forever, love.”
He smiles and laces the fingers on our left hands together, our wedding bands clinking tigether merrily when he does so.
“Here’s to five more years.” He smiles, kissing me again.
Note: I know that gay marriage is illegal in some/most of the states, but I'm from Canada, and it's legal here. ;)
[x]Fandom(s): Fall Out Boy
[x]Pairing: Pete Wentz / Patrick Stump
[x]Rating: G-PG for the word ass.
[x]Written for:
tinfoil_opeters @ fic_exchange[x]Summary: Pete and Pat remember when Pat first “told” Pete ‘I love you’
[x]Author's Note: I hope you like it! ^^;; I'm a total fluff writer.
I walk to the bus, a sweaty, probably very smelly mess. I was just watching My Chemical Romance play and being out in this heat with a hoodie was kinda insane, but, since I loved them so much I did it anyway, which often resulted in me smelling alot or sweating a great deal.
I open the door to the bus and walk in, closing the door and walking up the stairs. I turn to go to my bunk to grab some new clothes and frown, seeing Patrick sprawled in the middle of the hall, his headphones on his head, CD player and CD case at his side along with a big bag of dill pickle chips and a bottle of water. I hold back a giggle at the sight and walk over to him, sitting down beside him and poking his side. He jumps a bit, looking up at me and rolling his eyes, moving one of the ear pieces from his ears.
“What now, Pete?” he groans, rubbing at his eyes. “I’m trying to calm down and people keep interupting me. Unless it’s important, I’d advise you leaving me alone, because I will get cranky if it’s something retarded.”
I pout and pull his headphones off.
“I just wanted to tell you that I love you,” I tell him, smiling a bit. “Is that important enough for you?”
He smiles and comes over, settling himself between my legs. He leans back and pecks my cheek, smiling.
“I think I can let that one slide,” he smirks, closing his eyes as he rests against me. I rest my chin on the top of his head, just feeling really relaxed at the moment.
“Hey, Pat? Remember when we were teenagers and you used to always come over to my house to help me finish my homework … since I’d start it and never finish it? You saved my ass so many times in highschool by helping me,” I laughs and peck the top of his head.
Just that simple thing started us on a “You remember when …?” battle to see who could out do that other at remembering the cutest things about the other other.
“Hey. You remember when I told you I loved you?” He smiles widely, looking at me, his eyes scanning my face.
“Of course,” I smile. It seems almost like yesterday it happened …
I had just gotten home from my job at West 49 and I was tired and cranky, what with all the girls needing help. They really WERE clueless when it came to skateboarding, yet, they still wanted to do it.
I sigh and open up the door to my apartment, only to smell something good cooking at the stove. I remember thinking “Ah, Patrick’s home.” And walking into the kitchen, wrapping my arms around his waist.
“What’cha cookin’?” I ask him, nuzzling his back.
“Chicken, potatoes, gravy and … carrots.” He lifts a pot lid, showing me the carrots before turning around briefly to give me a short kiss. He turned back to the stove again, stirring the gravy and I gave a small whimper because he wasn’t paying attention to me anymore.
“Aww. What’s the occasion?” I joke and kiss his neck, going off to shower and change.
I pull my clothes off and jump into the shower, turning the water on til it was pretty warm, going on the verge of hot. I clean myself up quickly, letting the water run over me for a few minutes before I turn it off and get out, drying my chest and hair off a bit before wrapping it around my waist and exiting the bathroom in search for some clothes that weren’t in the laundry. I soon selected a tight pair of my now “famous” girl jeans, a random band shirt and a hoodie. I walked into the bathroom, blowdrying my hair and actually putting time into doing it since Patrick was cooking me dinner. I soon finish and walk out of the bathroom, turning the light off. I walk into the kitchen, only to see Patrick draining the pot of carrots in the sink.
“Go sit down,” he instructed, pecking my cheek.
I nod and walk into the dining room –slash- living room area and sit down at one of the chairs, smiling when I saw that my favourite flowers were in the –almost always empty- vase.
“Pattttttt! You got me carnations?!” I squeal, getting up and smelling them almost immediately.
He nods and smiles and I immediately get confused.
What’s the occasion … ? He’s gotten me flowers and made me supper and everything. I search the back of my mind, trying to come up with something as he brings the food out on plates, putting them on any available space that my table had to offer.
I immediately grab the potatoes, dishing some onto my plate and passing them to Pat before I get the gravy, and basically drown my potatoes in it. Soon our plates are completely full and I go grab us each a pepsi, sitting down and putting them in front of Pat as we eat.
“So, how was work?” he asks through a mouthful of potatoes.
“Oh, it was good, I guess. There were like, 10 girls in there that wanted to start skateboarding and I got to sell them boards and stuff. I doubt they’ll want to do it once they get going, but yah. They were kinda … like how everyone pictures the popular girls in school, yanno? In clothes from American Eagle and stuff,” I laugh lightly and cut a smaller piece off of my chicken, popping it in my mouth.
“It sounds amazingly fun,” he jokes, eating more of his food as well.
“Yah, if you like trying to explain to a bunch of people – who think they’re princesses, I might add – what trucks are,” I snort.
“It’s not that bad, Pete. Admit it. It’s not THAT bad,” he laughs. “I bet you loved talking to them.”
I just roll my eyes and around 20 minutes later we finish eating. I help him clear the table and then he brings out a chocolate cake, which is my ALL TIME favourite type of cake. Ever.
I smile at how there is green icing on it, wondering what it says.
“Pat? What’s the cake say?” I smile, coming up behind him and wrapping my arms around his waist. He grins and moves so that I can see.
“See for yourself.”
I walk over and look down, staring at the cake when I relize the three most beautiful words in the english language were written on it.
“I love you,” I read, smiling and turning around, spying him. “You love me?!” I have to admit, I was a little excited. He always told me we were going to wait to say that until we possibly couldn’t NOT say it any longer … when it really did count and it really was true.
He nods and smiles and I walk over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist and kissing him softly. It was more like a soft peck of the lips, really, but, given the moment, it was perfect. It was really sweet, and I remember every detail of this moment clearly, as though it was yesterday.
“I love you, too, Patrick.” I smile, nuzzling into his shoulder as he holds me tightly, grinning from ear to ear.
“Pete? Did you ever eat the cake I made you?” He asks. “I remember you wouldn’t let anyone eat near the words ‘I love you’. What’d you do with them?”
I smile at him, pecking the back of his neck. “I put the piece in my freezer so I could save them forever, love.”
He smiles and laces the fingers on our left hands together, our wedding bands clinking tigether merrily when he does so.
“Here’s to five more years.” He smiles, kissing me again.
Note: I know that gay marriage is illegal in some/most of the states, but I'm from Canada, and it's legal here. ;)