*me thingking about PATRICK bouncing n hoppin away on stage every night w so much energy and enthusiasm and confidence for like what 2 months during the last of the real ones live cuz he has no guitar and how we’ll have over 20 vids of that and did you know that god is real. i saw him in a dream once and i* Nice
This story was requested by
@Lexyscissorhands! I changed it to a Reader POV, I hope you guys enjoy!
P.S. This is a story I’ve posted on my account on MIWfanfiction.com in the past, so it’s mine and NOT plagiarized!!)
where the fuck were you sitting to be that close to patrick?
i was sitting in row 5 right next to the barricade and was on it when the show started and throughout the whole thing. like there’s maybe a two foot difference between the barricade and the catwalk so it’s a 4-5 foot difference from them when they go down it. and being further back for this show on the barricade is actually more beneficial for photography than up front because the top of the stage is further back and patrick and everyone will stop near mid-way or at the end at the closest points if good photography matters to you
they do a lot of their more iconic poses and improv actions down there and joe doesn’t hesitate to run down it literally 4-5 times at high speed, pete skips, and patrick will bounce and throw his legs around everywhere
•Patrick sounded AMAZING 🙌🏼🙌🏼
•I love how you could hear just the tiniest bit of nerves at the beginning and then he went for it and it was AWESOME!
•So smooth-sounding 🌊
•Pete’s huge smile at the end! 💜
•Joe/Pete’s backing vocals!!!! 👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼
•Bouncing Patrick™ and The Foot™
•Mania Dad Sweater. I love it and I need it.
Your eyes roam his body as you approach. You had to be 100% sure if you were going to go forth with your plan and it didn’t seem that he was wearing any green. You continued to sneak up to Cas and when you were in arms reach, you stuck your hand out and pinched him on his butt. Cas jumped a little before turning to face you, the confusion clear in his eyes, but you smiled and let out a couple of giggles.
“Why did you pinch me?”
“You’re not wearing green!” You exclaimed.
“I don’t understand. Is my clothing inappropriate?”
“It’s St. Patrick’s Day, Cas. It’s tradition that if someone is not wearing green, you’re supposed to pinch them.”
“You know, I don’t really know why. I think it’s for good luck or something.”
“Oh,” he said.
“Well, happy St. Patrick’s Day, Cas!”
“To you as well, Y/N.”
The next time you saw Cas, it was before dinner when you heard Dean exclaim, “What the hell, man?”
“You are not wearing green, Dean. It is tradition to pinch someone who is not wearing green,” you heard Castiel reply.
Your curiosity got the better of you and you stood up to peak into the other room at the two boys. You saw Dean standing and rubbing his ass, where you assumed he got pinched, and you saw Castiel facing him in a totally green outfit including a St. Patrick’s Day headband and sunglasses. Your peals of laughter gave you away to the two boys as they turned to face you.
“Is this your doing?” Dean asked.
“It is tradition, Dean,” Cas told him.
“Yeah, Dean, it’s tradition,” you agreed.
“You shouldn’t have said that,” Dean said, “What goes around, comes around.”
Dean started to take off after you, but you started to race away letting your laughter bounce around the walls of the bunker.