california petes

I do believe that is possible, my dear Anon.

shhhh. I wrote this at 2 in the morning.

Words 2k+ (because i have no self control and wrote a 2k word imagine)

No trigger warnings. This is purely fluff and happy thoughts.

I hope you are safe and cozy, drink lots of water and get some sleep.

Bzz. Bzz. Bzz. Bzz. Your phone vibrated loudly on the table. The vibration pattern let you know that it was Pete who was texting.

“Hey [y/n], me and the guys are having a movie night at my apartment tonight, you in?” you read from your phone screen. The type was blurry as you had just woken up from a nap.

“Yeah, sure. What time and what should I bring?” you replied as you stumbled from your cozy bed. You read the time. It was 5:15pm. You had slept for a couple hours and you were happy about it as you wouldn’t get much sleep while hanging out with the guys.

Pete replied to tell you that the festivities would commence at 6:30 and to bring beer. That gave you an hour to get ready and to get the beer. You walked in to your closet and got a simple black jumper and a pair of black skinny jeans. You pulled them on and went to attack your hair and attempt to tame it.

You decided to straighten your hair and braid it. It seemed a little illogical to straighten it before braiding but your hair would never lay flat if you didn’t. You lined your eyes lightly with black and put on a light red shade of lipstick.

You pulled on your combat boots, grabbed your keys and wallet and you walked out the door of your little apartment. Your apartment was quaint but you didn’t spend a huge amount of time there as you usually toured with the guys or you were at Pete’s apartment.

You were in charge of helping to boys with anything they needed. You were their ‘assistant’ and photographer but in reality, you were paid to make sure that they didn’t do anything too stupid and to take photos of them for publicity. You oved your job and you loved the guys.

You drove to the liquor store that was conveniently located near Pete’s apartment and purchased what should be considered an illegal amount of alcohol. The cashier gave you a look as you paid for the alcohol.

“This is what happens when the guys put me in charge of bringing alcohol to movie night. This will hopefully last the week.” You said as the cashier made a sound of ‘oh, I understand’. You paid for the $200 worth of alcohol and took the bags to your car. After the drive, you walked up to Pete’s door, you weren’t going to carry six bags of bottles and cans of alcohol up a flight of stairs by yourself.

“Hi, I’m looking for a big strong man to help me carry a shit ton of alcohol.” You said to Pete as he opened the door.

“I think we can find someone who is up to the task.” He says as the two of you walk to your car. He doesn’t say anything as he looks at the absurd amount of alcohol you purchased.

“I see that I was not specific enough in what kind of beer to get. I think you bought the entire liquor store.” He chucked as he took four bags, leaving you to take the other two.

“I bought a lot, but now there’s not need to buy any more for a while and the cashier thinks I am friends with some intense alcoholics. It’s a win-win situation.” You say as the two of you walk in to the apartment where the guys are sprawled out across couches and chairs, talking about assorted things, most likely music related.

You knew what they were talking about but they didn’t know that. You were a bassist and you were really damn good. You decided you would be better with executive things than you would performances, so you became the guys’ assistant.

“[Y/n]!” “Yay, our better part is here.” “Well, I guess this means no illegal activities tonight!” the guys said as you went in to the kitchen with Pete to put the alcohol away. You laughed at the idea that you could keep them from illegal activities as they were all bigger and older than you and could easily do whatever they wanted. But, you had been their assistant since you were 20, and had plenty of stories you could tell their fans if they disobeyed you.

You had gotten the job by dating Pete when you were 19 and he was 25. This wasn’t a prerequisite for the job; it’s just how Pete had met you. The two of you dated for a couple weeks and decided it was better to just be friends. You had now had this job for almost 9 years.

The guys walked in to the kitchen and didn’t even question the amount of alcohol you purchased. They just chose what they wanted and took the bottle.

“Oh hey, Andy, I grabbed a couple different non-alcoholic drinks, they should be in the fridge now.” You told him. He smiled and thanked you.

The five of you settled in to the lounge with your choice of drinks.

“Instead of movies, why don’t we try some music trivia? Take a shot if you get it wrong.” Joe suggested.

The five of you looked at each other in agreement. You found a website with music trivia that you could pass around the circle on your phone and ask each other.

Pete started off with a question for Patrick.

“For what band was Sebastian Bach the lead singer?” Pete asked. Patrick immediately lit up as he answered with Skid Row in a chipper voice that was not usually used in reference to Skid Row. Pete muttered something, undoubtedly profanity under his breath as he took a shot of his choice of alcohol. The four of you who didn’t have to drink let off a little laugh but Pete looked offended by the harsh liquid.

8 rounds later, Joe had taken 2 shots, Pete had taken 2 shots and poor Patrick had taken 4. Patrick wasn’t exactly tipsy at this point but he was a little off. You and Andy had sat down next to each other, exchanging little comments as the guys made fools of themselves.

Andy had pulled you next to him as the two of you came to the realization that you were more bystanders than anything. The guys didn’t know about your knowledge of music and no one was interested in making Andy take a shot of what was probably sugary fruit juice.

You sat next to Andy, your legs over his lap, his arm around you. You could feel him breathing and you could feel the vibrations in his chest when he spoke. He was the equivalent of a human furnace but you didn’t mind. You had a crush on Andy and didn’t mind that he liked to hug you like this.

“Hey [y/n], we haven’t asked you anything.” Pete said in a matter of fact tone. You smiled at his discovery.

“Go for it, Petey.” You said.

“Okay, who was the bassist for The Who?” he asked, looking proud of himself. He thought that he could just make you drink that easily, but you knew all about famous bassists.

“John Entwistle.” You say without missing a beat. Everyone looks a little shocked as you answer. They have known you for a long time but they know nothing of this side of you.

“Okay, smart one. Who was the bass player for Deep Purple after Nick Samper?” he asks as he downs his next shot.

“Oh. Really? That’s easy. Roger Glover.” You figure that they will know eventually that you know music, why not now? Pete squints at you and takes his next shot. Joe volunteers to ask the next question.

“Who was the founding member of Black Sabbath and what instrument did he play?” Joe asks, you figure that he expects you to answer with Ozzy.

“The founding member was Terry Butler and he was a bassist.” You answer, Joe looks dumbfounded.

“These questions aren’t very difficult. You’re going to need another liver if you keep going like this.” You retort as Joe throws back his shot. The guys look at you, looking purely confused.

“There’s a lot that I keep to myself. What do you guys think I do with my fleeting free time? Sleep?” you chuckle as you finish your beer.

You stand up and walk to the kitchen and the guys start a conversation about what happened. You giggle to yourself and start to bag the trash that has accumulated throughout the evening. You don’t notice until he is standing right next to you that Andy has come in the room.

“Oh hey. You startled me.” You smile at him as he looks at you thoughtfully.

“Okay. You may be able to keep it from everyone else but I want to know about the musical knowledge. That’s is some random knowledge to have.” He says as you continue to gather trash.

“Not much to it, Hurley. I just know music.” You say with a bit of a flirty undertone as you call him Hurley and smirk. He stops you by lightly grabbing your arm and pulling you towards him. You giggle at the action as Andy isn’t usually the grabby type.

“Is that how you want to play? I know that you don’t just ‘know music’. I know that you help the sound crew whenever we play and I’ve seen you write music before. You don’t have to be ashamed of it, I want to know.” He says, sounding stern at first, but as Andy is, he ends up sounding sweet and huggable.

“It’s not difficult to see that you have calluses on your hands, I know that you play some instrument. I’ve heard you sing. I have now seen you beat the guys at music trivia.” He says softly, you suddenly become aware of your proximity to Andy and the fact that he has a hand on your waist and his other hand is holding yours.

“I could show you. I wasn’t trying to be secretive. I just knew where my place was and it wasn’t music.” You say quietly. He smiles at the suggestion of you showing him that you can play.

“Hey Pete, I have something to show you guys. Do you have an acoustic bass in the other room still?” you ask him. He looks a bit perplexed but tells you where to find one. You walk in to the room and find to bass and a heavy pick. You are a bit nervous but you have the bass part to Dani California by the Red Hot Chili Peppers memorized so you know you can do it.

You walk back in to the room to find the guys sitting on the couch. Andy looks pleased by the fact that you said that you would play.

“[Y/n]? What are you doing?” Pete asks. You giggle as he slurs his words a bit, the shots taking their effect.

“Okay, so I’m not sure as to the reason that I haven’t told this before, but I know more about music than you guys realize. I started playing bass when I was 16. I started piano and vocal lessons when I was 11 and taught myself guitar when I was 15.” You explained. You told them everything about your musical history but it was all directed towards Andy who kept a smile on his face the entire time and encouraged you to go on when you would get side tracked.

You began playing the bass line for Dani California and singing. You knew the lyrics by heart and sang it with ease.

Getting born in the state of Mississippi 
Papa was a copper 
And Mama was a hippie 

In Alabama she would swing a hammer 
Price you gotta pay when you break the panorama 

She never knew that there was 
Anything more than poor 

What in the world does your 
Company take me for

Black bandana sweet Louisiana 
Robbin’ on a bank in the state of Indiana 

She’s a runner, rebel and a stunner 
On her merry way sayin’
Baby watcha gonna do

You looked up at the guys. Joe, Pete and Patrick looked dumbfounded but Andy looked proud. Andy looked like he had known all along. You finished the song and the guys whooped and hollered. You got commentary from all the guys, they harassed you for not sharing your talent and you traded stories.

At about 1:30am, the three who had taken shots were dozing off. You covered them with blankets and worked quietly with Andy to clean up. The two of you always seemed to end up as part of the cleaning crew.

After you got everything cleaned up, Andy asked you if he could talk to you outside so there wasn’t any worry of waking up the guys. You obliged of course. He pulled your hand lightly in to the cold outside air. You turned to him and he started to talk in a way that you hadn’t heard from him.

“Look, I have known you for a long time and I have always known that you were hiding something from us and I knew it was going to be something amazing like that. But what I really wanted to tell you was that I really like you and have for a long time and I can’t keep it to myself anymore. I can’t keep lying to myself about it just being a crush because, after having a crush for 7 years, you start to realize that you may just be in love with a person.” He says his voice shaking. The hardcore Andy exterior diminished as you saw him become more and more nervous.

Your heart fluttered and sang as he confessed this to you. You had a slight smirk on your mouth that Andy decided to change as he slowly leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. You slowly reacted by moving in time with his lips. He wrapped his arms lightly around your waist as you put one hand on his chest and ran your other hand lightly down his cheek. He ran his tongue across your bottom lip and entered your mouth. He held you so tightly but so carefully.

You slowly pulled away from the kiss and smiled as you looked up in to his eyes, he looked so happy, the emotions you saw present on his face were the same ones bouncing around in you.

“Don’t be so nervous. It’s okay. I love you. I have loved you for a long time.” You smile as you admit quietly. The two of you stand in peaceful silence for a few minutes until the silence is broken with quiet talk about how you should get to sleep.

You walk back in to the apartment. Andy lies across a couch and pulls you down with him. He pulls you against him and throws a blanket across you. He wraps an arm around your waist and you cuddle in to his embrace. You are ecstatic and exhausted. Andy presses his lips to your neck and whispers ‘I love you’ as you slowly fall asleep to the rhythm of his breathing.

Request away!

Love you the mostest.


anonymous asked:

If you're doin hc requests now, may I request some Sonny and Pete?

  • Pete takes up being a tattoo artist while also doing his own stuff
  • They live in California where Pete casually holds art galleries at their beach condo
  • Pete basically turns into that one guy from “Why Him?” 
  • Usnavi visits Sonny and finds out that Pete is like this really weird but super rich artist who only tattoos for celebs or sick people and donates most of his art gallery things to charities
  • Sonny is very happy 
Behind the Lens: Photographing the President in 50 States

by Pete Souza, Chief Official White House Photographer

This week, the President will visit South Dakota, marking the 50th state he has visited during his administration (as such, it’s also my 50th state with him). To mark the occasion, I chose one photograph from each state that we’ve visited. This was not as easy as I thought it would be. With help from photo editor Phaedra Singelis, I tried to depict a variety of situations. Some are more lighthearted; some are sad, and some are poignant. Some are with the Vice President; some are with the First Lady, and a couple are with the entire family. A selection of photos are centered on policy, and others on politics. Some focus on the President as Commander-in-Chief – others on his role as consoler for the nation.

I hope you enjoy this gallery. And stay tuned – we’ll be adding a photograph from South Dakota following his visit there on Friday.

Alabama, 2015

Alabama, March 7, 2015. Marching at the 50th Anniversary of Bloody Sunday in Selma. (Official White House Photo by Pete Souza)

Alaska, 2009

Alaska. Nov 12, 2009. Air Force One refueling at Elmendorf Air Force Base. (Official White House photo by Pete Souza)

Arizona, 2009

Arizona, Aug. 16, 2009. Viewing the Grand Canyon. (Official White House photo by Pete Souza)

Arkansas, 2014

Arkansas. May 7, 2014. Touring tornado damage in Vilonia. (Official White House Photo by Pete Souza)

California, 2014

California, July 23, 2014. Viewing the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco. (Official White House Photo by Pete Souza)

Colorado, 2014

Colorado, July 8, 2014. Playing pool with Gov. John Hickenlooper in Denver. (Official White House Photo by Pete Souza)

Connecticut, 2012

Connecticut, Dec. 16, 2012. Making last-minute edits to his speech in Newtown, before a vigil for those killed at Sandy Hook Elementary School. (Official White House Photo by Pete Souza)

Delaware, 2009

Delaware, Oct. 29, 2009. Honoring fallen soldiers from Afghanistan at Dover Air Force Base. (Official White House Photo by Pete Souza)

Florida, 2015

Florida, April 22, 2015. Keeping his distance from a baby alligator on Earth Day at Everglades National Park. (Official White House Photo by Pete Souza)

Georgia, 2013

Georgia, May 19, 2013. Graduates cheering the President during a heavy downpour at Morehouse College in Atlanta. (Official White House Photo by Pete Souza)

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Ashlee Simpson pulls off a leggy display in denim hotpants as she heads out in Los Angeles with ex Pete Wentz and their children

They were wed for three years, splitting in 2011.

And Ashlee Simpson and Peter Wentz showcased their amicable relationship six years on as they stepped out in Los Angeles with their adorable children on Thursday.

Ashlee, 32, looked glamorous and leggy in denim hotpants as she strolled down the street with daughter Jagger, who turns two next month.

Beautiful blonde Ashlee wore her platinum locks swept up into a chic chignon and covered her blue eyes with large cat eye shades,

The double denim ensemble was completed with a baggy denim jacket which Ashlee threw on over a strappy black vest top, revealing a hint of cleavage.

The mother daughter pair looked close as Ashlee lovingly toted Jagger on her hip.

The adorable little girl, who she shares with husband Evan Ross, looked cute as a button in a pretty pink dress and leopard print moccasins.

Her chocolate locks were worn in an adorable side parting and she clutched onto a dummy and giraffe toy.

Fall Out Boy bassist Pete, 38, rocked a casual cool ensemble of a dove grey t-shirt silver shorts and white sneakers as he walked along with son Saint, two.

New loves: Ashlee is married to actor Evan Ross, 28 while Pete is in a long-term relationship with Meagan Camper, 28 (right)

The handsome star showed off his muscular frame and many tattoos in his summer outfit.

He also rocked a distinguished beard and shielded his eyes from the sun with a grey baseball cap.

Keeping hydrated he sipped on a cooling ice tea while carrying a bottle of OJ for his little one.

Adorable Saint looked cute with his shaggy brown locks. He wore a white t-shirt and beige shorts paired with black loafers.

Rocker Pete shares Saint with long-term partner Meagan Camper, who he has been in a relationship with since 2011.

Ashlee and Pete also share son Bronx, eight.

Ashlee, the younger sister of pop singer turned fashion mogul Jessica Simpson, 36, is married to actor and son of diva Diana Ross, Evan Ross.

The couple tied the knot on the grounds of Evan’s mother sprawling Connecticut estate on August 30, 2014

Ashlee recently revealed that this year will see the release of her first new album since her third, Bittersweet World, was released back in 2008.  

In fact, she and Evan are ‘working on an album together,’ as she revealed to Us Weekly in a joint interview with her husband in December.

'We’re doing this album together and then we’ll go off and do our own,’ she explained, having expressed excitement at the fact 'we can tour together’.