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Tittle: Sweet dreams Petey (I dunno, I suck at tittles)
Author: onceminutos
Rating: T. Fluff
Pairing: Peterick. Pete Wentz/Patrick Stump.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pete Wentz or Patrick Stump (although who wouldn't want to?) and this is pure stuff from my imagination.
A/N: This sorta came to me at 3am when I couldn't sleep and was listening to the lovely sounds of Alexandre Desplat.
Patrick stared softly at Pete. His eyes were closed and breathing soft. He looked so relaxed, so peaceful. Unlike how he did in the day. He was a little demon in the day. But at night. All the energy and mischief subsided and he was this perfect dreaming angel. His skin pale in the moonlight and dark shadows under his eyes from his lashes. His cheekbones highlighted by the moonlight and a small curved smile on his lips.
Patrick reached out and brushed a few strands of dark hair. God, how he'd missed his Pete. He missed when they'd snuggle on the buss, how Pete would lean on him on stage and occasional press of his lips on Patrick's neck. He'd missed the way Pete stared at him like we was the only thing worth looking at.
And now Patrick had him again. This time he wouldn't leave. He wouldn't deny his feelings. He would always be there for his Pete. He was glad he'd run into him at a coffee shop, happy they sat and had a chat. Happy they went out days after that. Happy Pete kissed him again.
He leaned in and pressed his lips to his forehead. "Night, love" He whispered before falling asleep.
..................................
Pete shook and flinched. Sweat dripped down his hair into his face and clung to his neck. He gasped and frowned a bit more. He didn't like it. The dream. Or was it real? It was ugly. He thrashed and twisted.
"Patrick!" He called out to the figure walking away from his. Tugging the light with him and leaving Pete in the shadows. Pete ran after him, called for him but he didn't turn back, didn't even stop. Patrick just kept walking away. No matter how fast he ran, how much he begged he didn't turn back.
Pete's lungs were exploding, his knees giving up and his voice sounded strained. The skies and all around him turned black. It got closer and closer and darker and darker. Constricting him, holding him there. Not far away could he see a small dot of light, going farther and farther away.
...........................................
"Patrick" A strained voice called from his side. "Patrick"
Patrick cracked an eye open. He blinked a few times. Pete lay beside him curled up in a vulnerable ball. Thrashing and shaking. Reaching out blindly. He looked distressed and saddened. "Patrick" He called out shakily. Flinching once again.
Patrick sat up and scooted closer to Pete pulling him into his arms. "Shh...Pete, I'm here. I'm here" He gingerly caressed his face.
Pete opened his eyes. Blinking a few times. He stared up at Patrick in confusion and then smiled. "Don't go" He whispered sadly.
Patrick chuckled. He brushed strands of sweaty hair off his forehead and ran his fingers over Pete's lips. Staring at him intently in the eyes. "I'm here Petey. I'm not going anywhere"
"You promise?"
Patrick leaned down and pressed a kiss to Pete's lips. "I promise"
Pete smiled, his eyes fluttering closed and fell asleep.
"I'll never go" He lied back down, curling around Pete's warm body and lacing his fingers between Pete's. Right where they fit perfectly. "Sweet dreams"
Author: onceminutos
Rating: T. Fluff
Pairing: Peterick. Pete Wentz/Patrick Stump.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pete Wentz or Patrick Stump (although who wouldn't want to?) and this is pure stuff from my imagination.
A/N: This sorta came to me at 3am when I couldn't sleep and was listening to the lovely sounds of Alexandre Desplat.
Patrick stared softly at Pete. His eyes were closed and breathing soft. He looked so relaxed, so peaceful. Unlike how he did in the day. He was a little demon in the day. But at night. All the energy and mischief subsided and he was this perfect dreaming angel. His skin pale in the moonlight and dark shadows under his eyes from his lashes. His cheekbones highlighted by the moonlight and a small curved smile on his lips.
Patrick reached out and brushed a few strands of dark hair. God, how he'd missed his Pete. He missed when they'd snuggle on the buss, how Pete would lean on him on stage and occasional press of his lips on Patrick's neck. He'd missed the way Pete stared at him like we was the only thing worth looking at.
And now Patrick had him again. This time he wouldn't leave. He wouldn't deny his feelings. He would always be there for his Pete. He was glad he'd run into him at a coffee shop, happy they sat and had a chat. Happy they went out days after that. Happy Pete kissed him again.
He leaned in and pressed his lips to his forehead. "Night, love" He whispered before falling asleep.
..................................
Pete shook and flinched. Sweat dripped down his hair into his face and clung to his neck. He gasped and frowned a bit more. He didn't like it. The dream. Or was it real? It was ugly. He thrashed and twisted.
"Patrick!" He called out to the figure walking away from his. Tugging the light with him and leaving Pete in the shadows. Pete ran after him, called for him but he didn't turn back, didn't even stop. Patrick just kept walking away. No matter how fast he ran, how much he begged he didn't turn back.
Pete's lungs were exploding, his knees giving up and his voice sounded strained. The skies and all around him turned black. It got closer and closer and darker and darker. Constricting him, holding him there. Not far away could he see a small dot of light, going farther and farther away.
...........................................
"Patrick" A strained voice called from his side. "Patrick"
Patrick cracked an eye open. He blinked a few times. Pete lay beside him curled up in a vulnerable ball. Thrashing and shaking. Reaching out blindly. He looked distressed and saddened. "Patrick" He called out shakily. Flinching once again.
Patrick sat up and scooted closer to Pete pulling him into his arms. "Shh...Pete, I'm here. I'm here" He gingerly caressed his face.
Pete opened his eyes. Blinking a few times. He stared up at Patrick in confusion and then smiled. "Don't go" He whispered sadly.
Patrick chuckled. He brushed strands of sweaty hair off his forehead and ran his fingers over Pete's lips. Staring at him intently in the eyes. "I'm here Petey. I'm not going anywhere"
"You promise?"
Patrick leaned down and pressed a kiss to Pete's lips. "I promise"
Pete smiled, his eyes fluttering closed and fell asleep.
"I'll never go" He lied back down, curling around Pete's warm body and lacing his fingers between Pete's. Right where they fit perfectly. "Sweet dreams"