• Brendon *Through the walkie-talkie* : Dal, pick up, over.
  • Dallon: What?
  • Brendon: Dal, please say 'over' when you finish talking, over.
  • Dallon: What? Over.
  • Brendon: Do you see the wire yet? Over.
  • Dallon: No.
  • Brendon: No... What? Over.
  • Dallon: You know what? I don't wanna hang out with you anymore when this is over!
  • Brendon: When this is what, Dal? Over.
  • Dallon: I said, I don't wanna hang out with you anymore when this is over!!!!!!!
  • Brendon: When this is what? You have to finish your sentence. Over.
  • Dallon: That's it! My sentence is over.
  • Brendon: Your sentence is what, Dal? Over.
  • Dallon: My sentence is... Wait a minute, I have to say 'over' even if the sentence ends with the word 'over'?
  • Brendon: Ends with the word what, Dal? Over.
  • Dallon: Oh, I see the wire!
  • Brendon: You see the wire what? Over.
  • Dallon: OVER!
  • * pulls the wire down and Brendon falls with it*

beebo ryro and dall are all my saviours and if u agree then u should totally follow me coz i will provide the service to ur obsessions with the power of my blog.

brendon urie is my bidol and makes me proud to be bi and you should be proud of your sexuality too 💛

My Best Friend’s Wedding. (Part 6) (Tails Version) (Pete Wentz x Reader)

Note: This is the final part! Wow. I’m really going to miss writing this story. But hopefully you guys love it! x

To read the Heads Version, click here.


Patrick and (Y/B/F) immediately began protesting, but you held up a hand to silence them.

“The Coin has spoken,” you stated simply.

~Saturday, 09:15, 45 minutes until the wedding~

Patrick entered the room where Pete was getting ready, and his best friend let out a relieved sigh at the sight of him.

“’Trick, what do you think of this tie?” he said urgently, glancing at his friend briefly before resuming his position in front of the mirror.

“Oh, thank God,” Patrick sighed. “Pete Wentz needs you minutes before his wedding, you assume there’s at least one dead hooker in the closet, right?” he chuckled lightly, to indicate that he was only teasing, but sill opened the closet door to check, just in case.

“Is this one better?” Pete asked, holding up a different tie.

“Look, the tie is great and you know it. It’s perfectly normal to have some pre-wedding jitters.”

“I’m not having jitters,” Pete retorted, taking a seat on the nearby sofa. “It just occurred to me that once I put on this tie, I can never take it off. I have to wear this tie forever and ever.” Patrick joined the groom on the sofa as he continued. “Did I make a mistake? Would I have been happier with the other tie? Patrick, can I tell you a secret?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“I’m not really talking about the tie.”

“No, I got that, Pete.”

“Am I making a mistake?”

“Does Meagan truly make you happy? Is there no other girl you could ever picture yourself with? No one? Like, at all?”

Pete rubbed his eyes and let out a light chuckle, fully understanding what Patrick was implying.

“You know what you need to do,” Patrick added, patting Pete’s back reassuringly.

“You’re a good Best Man, Patrick.” The two guys shared a smile before Pete laughed again. “You’re gonna cry when it happens, aren’t you?”

“Oh, I’m totally gonna cry.”

There was a knock at the door, and when Pete yelled to come in, (Y/B/F) emerged. “Patrick, the minister wants to see you.”


Patrick gave Pete once last pat on the back before walking out, leaving (Y/B/F) looking at Pete with an unimpressed expression.

“Really? You’re gonna go with that tie?”

~Friday, 09:50, 10 minutes until the wedding~

The double doors to the suite where the girls were getting ready burst open, and a panting, disarrayed Pete entered the room, Meagan and her bridesmaids shrieking in horror as he did so.

“Pete, what the hell are you doing?” Meagan squeaked, trying desperately to cover herself up. “It’s bad luck for us to see each other befor-“

“Meagan, I can’t marry you.”

A heavy silence fell over the room, everyone holding their breath in shock at Pete’s statement, and not blinking for fear of missing anything.

Meagan’s mouth hung open for a few seconds before she let out a high-pitched laugh. “Good one, babe. That’s really funny. You almost had me going there for a second.”

“I’m not joking,” Pete said, stone faced. “We’re not getting married today. Or ever, for that matter.”

“And why the fuck not?” Meagan sneered, looking on the verge of imploding.

“Because I can’t go my whole life married to you when I’m in love with someone else.”

Meagan’s breathing increased drastically and she was stammering, trying to find the words to say.

“Where’s (Y/N)?” Pete asked, eyes scanning the room for you, but coming up empty. He remembered that you and Patrick had to meet with the minister before the ceremony, and in the blink of an eye, he was sprinting down the hallway in search of you.

Meagan let out a guttural groan and sped right after him, her bridesmaids following closely behind, not wanting to miss out on the action.

It must’ve been quite the sight, a Groom running frenziedly through the hotel’s hallways, while the Bride and bridesmaids chased after him, yelling profanities and other things, trying to get him to stop.

Pete rounded a corner and nearly collided with you, Patrick and the minister. He let out a relieved laugh as he gripped onto your arms.

“I found you,” he smiled widely.

“Yeah, you did. But shouldn’t you be-“

“Oh, my god,” Patrick chimed, staring wide-eyed at the herd of pissed off females fast approaching.

“Peter Lewis Kensington Wentz, The Third, don’t you dare do what I think you’re about to do,” Meagan’s shrill voiced pierced through the hallways, undoubtedly attracting the attention of some of the wedding guests.

“What is she-“ you were cut off by Pete’s lips on yours, and for a minute, it felt like you two were the only people in the room; but your bliss was short-lived, as Meagan let out a deafening scream.

“No, no, no, no, no!” she exclaimed, stamping her foot like a toddler and pointing at you. “This is not happening! You are not ruining my wedding!”

“I already told you,” Pete yelled back, gripping you around the waist. “I’m not marrying you. I’m in love with (Y/N).”

“You are?” Patrick beamed happily.

“You are?” the minister asked in disbelief.

“You are?” you whispered, staring up at him in amazement.

“I am,” he smiled.

“Well, why the fuck didn’t you tell me this sooner?” you scolded, hitting him in the chest. “Do you have any idea how god-awful this past week has been? It was literal hell! And you could’ve saved me from all of it!”

“Well, you could’ve told him too-“ Patrick started, but he quickly shut up when you gave him a glare.

“I’m sorry!” Pete defended. “I thought Meagan was who I wanted, but she’s not.”

“I better wake up from this nightmare real fucking soon!” Meagan closed her eyes and shook her head.

“What’s all this noise about?” Meagan’s mother, father and grandmother emerged from the left, along with the rest of the groomsmen and (Y/B/F).

“Pete wants to call off the wedding, mom!”

“I knew this would happen,” her father muttered under his breath, rubbing his eyes.

“What did you do?” her mother shook her head, hands on her hips.

Me?” Meagan gasped, clutching her chest while she pointed at you with her bouquet. “It was her.”

“Excuse me, but I’m not the crazy bitch here.”

“What did you just say?” Meagan hissed through clenched teeth, taking a step towards you.

“I said that you’re a crazy bitch,” you advanced on her as well, “and we’ve all just about had enough of it.”

“You little-“ Meagan reached for you, but before she could grab you, one of her bridesmaids interjected.

“Wait, Meagan! Maybe it’s best that the wedding doesn’t happen,” everyone turned to look at the girl – Crystal – in shock.

“What the hell do you mean?” Meagan snapped.

“Well, if you don’t marry Pete, then…then we can finally be together!”

“Are you on crack? What the fuck are you talking about, Crystal?”

“I’m talking about the fact that I’ve been in love with you for years and I know that you feel the same!”

“I definitely don’t,” Megan snarled. “And I never have.”

“That’s a lie,” Crystal scoffed. “What about that time in Miami, when we-“

“Shut up!”

“Wait,” Pete spoke up. “You hooked up with Crystal?”

Meagan was noticeably flustered and her words came out stammered. “It was years ago, before I even met you. And it meant nothing.”

Everyone let out a collective gasp, and Meagan’s grandmother fainted from the sudden revelation.

“That’s not what you said,” Crystal muttered under her breath.

“I said SHUT UP!” Meagan once again reached out, this time to shove Crystal, except that she accidently bumped into the minister, knocking him off balance and sending him flying down the staircase.

Everyone let out screams of horror and hurried down to help the poor man, but he was already unconscious.

“Well,” Joe broke the silence, “now there definitely isn’t gonna be a wedding.”

~Friday, 15:00, 5 hours after the wedding was cancelled~

“Alright, thanks for keeping me updated. Buh-bye,” Pete spoke into his phone.

“How’s he doing?” you questioned tentatively.

“He’s fine. Doctors say it was just a mild concussion; he’ll be released this evening.”

“That’s great news,” you laughed thankfully. “Poor minister. I wouldn’t be surprised if he retires after this.”

“Yeah, it was some week, wasn’t it?” Pete chuckled. “The shit that went down in such a short space of time…” He shook his head as he recalled all of it.

“Most of which could’ve been avoided,” you pointed out, zipping up your suitcase. “If we weren’t such cowards.”


You sighed deeply. “Shoulda listened to Patrick and (Y/B/F).”

“Yes, you should’ve!” they replied in unison from the next room, earning a laugh from both you and Pete.

“Buuuttt,” Pete strolled over to you and held you against him in an embrace. “It’s all over now, and we can be happy together.”

You smiled up at him and leaned in for a kiss. “Thank God,” you mumbled against his lips.


“Yes, Pete?”

“Will you marry me?”


Thank you for reading x

band members as things i've heard at school
  • patrick: i may be "tiny," but i can still kick your ass. don't try me bitch.
  • brendon: i'm not gay but i do have a major man crush on nick jonas, not gonna lie
  • someone: i thought it was ryan reynolds?
  • brendon: oh yeah. him too. also harry styles, justin bieber...
  • pete: i haven't slept in three days but i should be fine, ill grab a coffee at lunch
  • pete: *falls asleep on his desk literally 10 minutes later*
  • ryan: sorry i took so long, i was having a breakdown in the bathroom
  • gerard: *whispering* oh my god what the fuck is she thinking? double denim? what is this, the fucking 80's?
  • andy: i love you guys but can you please, please not?
  • someone: build!that!wall!
  • joe, loudly: HOW ABOUT NO, THANKS?
  • dallon: i'd literally rather be dead than hang out with you tomorrow
  • dallon: so yeah sure we can hang out, when?
  • frank: i'm a simple man, i love dogs and i like boobs
  • tyler: you ever come to the realization that school is kinda like prison? we're forced to do things, we have to eat at certain times, we're forced to interact with each other..
  • josh:
  • josh: you just blew my fucking mind
My Best Friend’s Wedding. (Part 6) (Heads Version) (Pete Wentz x Reader)

Note: To read the Tails Version, click here.


Patrick and (Y/B/F) cheered.

“The Coin has spoken,” you sighed.

~Friday, 20:19, 13 hours and 41 minutes until the wedding~

You hesitantly tapped your knuckles against Pete’s door, biting your lip and playing with your hair because of how nervous you were.

The door opened moments later and you were met by Pete’s smiling face. “Hey, (Y/N)! Come in!”

You returned his smile and entered the room, the scent of his cologne wafting into your nose as you shared a hug.

“Do you want a drink?” he offered, opening the mini-bar to give you a selection.

“I’d love one,” you replied; if you were going to tell Pete how you felt, there was no way that it would be while you were totally sober.

A little while later, after you and Pete had talked and laughed for a bit, and you’d consumed enough alcohol to emit a warm, fuzzy feeling throughout your body, you decided that it was time.

“Pete, can I talk to you seriously for a second?”

“Of course, (Y/N).”

“It’s about you marrying Meagan. I-“

“I think I know what this is about,” he interrupted you, his brow creasing.

“You do?”

He nodded and took a deep breath. “Look, (Y/N), I know that she’s not the easiest person to deal with – I speak from years of experience – but honestly, if you push all of the lavish demands and stubbornness to the side, you get a really great person. The person I fell in love with. And the person that I’m gonna marry. I know that when all of you guys look at her, you see this insane bitch, but when I look at her, I see the love of my life.”

“Wow,” you murmured, fighting the urge to bawl. “You really love her, don’t you?”

“I do,” he smiled a dorky smile, and you knew that it was genuine. “So much. She’s my soul mate.”

You nodded and bowed your head, blinking rapidly to get rid of the moisture behind your eyelids as Pete’s words ripped your heart apart.

“Well,” you choked out, swallowing hard as your mouth became dry. “I just wanted to tell you…”

He looked at you expectantly.

“That I’m really glad that you’re happy.”


“So, you didn’t tell him?” (Y/B/F) confirmed.

“I couldn’t,” you shrugged in defeat. “Not after hearing that.”

“I’m sorry, (Y/N),” Patrick said apologetically, enveloping you in his embrace.

“Yeah, me too.”

~Friday, 17:00, 7 hours into the wedding~

You sat at the bar, swirling your drink in your one hand while your head was propped onto the other as you gazed distastefully at Meagan and Pete on the dance floor.

Sensing someone sitting down next to you, you turned around, tossing Patrick a half-hearted smile as he sat down.

“You okay?”

“You know what,” you said, words slightly slurred as you looked back at the happy couple again. “I think so.”

“You sure?” he pressed, giving you a ‘don’t lie to me I can see right through you’ look.

“No,” you sighed, slumping in your seat. “But I will be. Eventually.”

“That’s the spirit,” he beamed widely at you and you couldn’t help but smile back – his smile was contagious. “Besides, I’m sure there are loads of guys who would jump at the chance to be with you.”

“Are you one of them?”

“What?” Patrick asked, not sure if he heard you correctly. To be honest, you weren’t even sure if you heard you correctly.

“Would you wanna date me?” you rephrased. You weren’t sure where this was coming from; whether it was the alcohol talking or whether you were genuinely interested.

“Well, um, I mean, uh,” Patrick stammered, adjusting his collar as his neck began to heat up from your sudden question. “Y-yeah, I guess.”

“You guess?”

“Yeah, I would,” he answered, still flushed. “I-I think you’re incredible, (Y/N).”

“Well, then,” you leaned in closer. “You wanna go on a date?”


Thank you for reading x