pete lake

hvnschen  asked:

I am offended that u say brendon's mouth isnt as good as pete's have u SEEN that mans mouth??????

I meant no offense to you or Bden but allow me to make my case:

That’s just… like… not even fair.

His mouth is the size of Lake Michigan.  Like???  How???



Sweet Christ in heaven, look at that smILE I AM DYING TO DEATH oh my GOD PETE

Look at his smile, his massive mouth, his excessive shark teeth!  THIS IS THE FACE OF GOD AND I HAVE SEEN THE LIGHT

You really need a gif or two to appreciate it, though, I mean… look at the way it spreads across his entire face.  His eyes get all squinchy and his little cheeks and oh my god he has so many teeth and I JUST CAN’T GET OVER HOW BIG HIS FLIPPIN MOUTH IS JESUS CHRIST

I am dead.  I am dying.  I am dying to death because he is so beautiful and his smile makes my heart want to throw itself into the sun.

This gif is saved to my computer as “sweet jesus” and that’s really all you need to know about it.




Fall Out Boy on the Boys Of Zummer tour (Darien Lake, NY- 06.18.15)


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Around the Campfire (Patrick Stump)

Based Off of the Request: There needs to be more dad!fob and high school!fob imagines

I knock lightly on Joe’s front door, tapping my foot as I wait for someone to open it. A few seconds later, the door is pulled open and Joe looks out at me with a grin.

“Hey (Y/N)! We thought you were never gonna get here”

“Sorry” I say with a small smile, “ family stuff”

“Eh no problem, come on in” he replies, stepping back to let me in.

I slip past him quietly, heading for the back room. I walk into music and arguing coming from the rest of the guys. As I step through the door, they turn towards me, all saying various types of hellos. I wave back, and take a seat on the couch. I pull my legs up under, tucking myself into a ball.

“Hey (Y/N), what took you so long?” Patrick asks, plopping down on the couch next to me.

“Oh, um, my parents were fighting again” I say quietly, looking away in embarrassment.

“Are you okay?” Patrick asks, placing his hand on my shoulder.

I can’t hide the blush that creeps up on my face as soon as he touches me, so instead I just stare down at my hands, nervously picking at my cuticles. “Yeah, I’m f-fine” I say, praying he doesn’t question anymore.

“Okay, but just know I’m here if you wanna talk” Patrick says, catching my eyes with a smile. I smile in response and nod, that stupid blush heating my cheeks again.

I flick my eyes back over to the rest of the guys. Andy sits on the floor, back resting against the wall as he flips through a comic book, and Joe and Pete sit across from each other, talking about this weekend.

“I have the perfect idea!” Pete suddenly announces, jumping up from his chair, “We should go camping!”

“No” Patrick says immediately, the same time as Andy goes “Why?”

Pete throws an injured look at them, “Come on it would be tons of fun, two days up in the mountains, no parents, and we can do whatever the hell we want”

“Sounds like a horrible idea” Patrick states, unconvinced.

“I agree” Joe throws out.

“I’m in, sounds like a good plan” Andy comments.

“Okay so it’s two to two,” Pete declares, turning to me expectantly, “What do you think (Y/N)?”

I look back at him in surprise, “You guys want me to come?”

Pete looks at the other guys, confused. “Of course we do. Why wouldn’t we?”

“I, uh, I don’t know” I mumble, “I just figured you guys would want a boys weekend or something”

“No, no, if we have to go we definitely want you to come” Joe says decidedly.

“Oh, okay” I say with a small smile, happy to be included in this, “Then yea it sounds good to me”

“Whoo hoo!” Pete leaps up from his chair again, high fiving Joe, and then me. “We can leave Friday after school then?”

“You can all drop your stuff at my house before school, and we can leave from there after, I only live like five minutes away from school,” I suggest, “I mean only if you want to”

“Perfect!” Pete says excitedly. “Now we just need a list of stuff to bring” He bounds across the room and runs into the kitchen, presumably searching for paper.

“I swear Pete is actually five years old” Patrick says with a laugh.

“Yeah, but I doubt five year olds wear as much eyeliner as he does” I say in response. Patrick laughs loudly as Pete comes back in the room, causing Pete to glare at us.

“Are you guys talking shit about me?” He asks, suspicious.

“Everyone talks shit about you, get over it” Joe says from the couch,

Pete lets out a sarcastic laugh and flips him off, sitting back down and starting on his list.

Two hours later, I leave Joe’s house with the job of bringing one of the tents, and extreme excitement about this weekend.


Friday afternoon, we all head back to my house. I ride with Patrick, since I usually walk, while the other guys drive themselves.

“Are your parents still fighting?” Patrick asks gently, turning to look at me as we stop at a light.

I let out a humorless laugh, “ They haven’t stopped fighting in months”

“I’m so sorry, that must suck”  He says apologetically.

“Nah it’s fine” i say with a shrug, picking at the hem of my shirt.

“Why do you always do that?” Patrick asks suddenly.

“Do what?” I ask in surprise.

“You just, you never act like anything bothers you. You write everything off like it’s no big deal, even though I can tell it’s hurting you” He says, clearly bothered.

For a second I don’t even know how to reply. I didn’t think anyone noticed that I did that, so now I don’t know how to explain it.

“I’m sorry, I just-”  stammer out, “ I guess it’s just easier” I finally say lamely, right as Patrick pulls to a stop in my driveway.

“Okay, just remember what I said the other day, if you need anyone to talk to, or anything at all, I’ll always be here for you (Y/N). I care about you” he says seriously, looking into my eyes.

My eyes widen at the words, and I can’t help the way my lips turn up into a small smile.

Suddenly, Patrick leans a little closer to me, and once I realize he’s going to kiss me, my anxiety kicks up in the pit of my stomach.

“We should, uh, go inside,” I say, clearing my throat, instantly ruining the moment.

“Oh, uh, yea right let’s do that” Patrick says, adjusting his hat and running his fingers through his hair quickly. I mentally kick myself as we get out of the car and head towards the house, unable to deny the now awkward feeling. Luckily, the other guys show up a few minutes later, and the tension fades as we’re distracted and getting ready to go.

A half hour later, we stand at the front door, getting  a last minute safety lecture from my mom as she fusses over me. “Remember, if you guys need anything at all, don’t hesitate to call. And if anyone gets hurt, in anyway, call for help first, and then call your parents, okay? Oh, and don’t drive to quickly up or down the mountain, those curves can get tricky-”

“Mom, we get it okay? We’ll be fine!” I finally says, exasperated.

“Okay, okay, you can go just be safe!” She finally releases us,saying goodbye with a kiss on the cheek and a hug for each of the boys.

We pile into Andy’s car, and begin the drive. Andy drives, Pete calls shotgun, and Patrick and Joe slide in the middle row, leaving the only seat open in between the two.

I throw an awkward look at Patrick, opting to spend the drive in the very back, rather than live through the awkwardness that I created. Patrick gives me a strange look as I get in the back, but lets me pass anyway.

I settle into the back, stretching my legs out on the seat, sliding my headphones into my ears. I slid into sleep quickly, and in no time at all, Joe shakes me awake, announcing that we found the “best possible spot” to camp.

When I get out of the car, squinting against the bright sun, I have to agree. The ground is relatively flat, with trees scattered, and we’re pretty close to the lake too. We begin unloading the car, and move on to start setting up the three tents.

I start one by myself, but soon become tangled in all the poles and tent, so Patrick comes over to help. An hour later, we finally have our camp site set up, and we decide to celebrate by going for a swim. I stand on the edge of the lake, arms wrapped around myself, attempting to cover as much skin as possible, when I suddenly feel arms wrap around me. I let out a scream as Joe slides his arms under mine,and Pete bends down, grabbing my legs from beneath me at the same time. They walk into the water, holding on to me despite my struggles, and once they make it deep enough, swing be back and forth, letting me go and flinging me into the water.

I let out a scream as I hit the water and slide beneath. I push up from the bottom, and pop back up, immediately finding them cracking up.

“You dicks!” I yell, sending a splash of water towards them, only causing them to laugh harder.

I look up to the shore to see Patrick and Andy walking quickly down to the water’s edge in concern.

“What happened? We heard yelling” Andy calls out, scanning the water.

“That was me, but I’m fine, Pete and Joe are just being assholes” I call back

“Oh okay, so nothing new” Patrick calls back with a laugh, walking  into the water.

We spend the next few hours hanging out in the water, cracking jokes and playing games.

That night I collapse in my tent exhausted, but happy for the first time in a long time.


The next morning, I wake up earlier than everyone else, as usual, so I make us some breakfast. Eventually, lured by the smell of food, the guys get up and wander out.

The whole day we spend essentially just hanging out. We go for a hike through the words, which consisted of a lot of pinecone wars between Joe and Pete, swim in the lake for a while longer, and hang out, listening to music, By the time we sit around the campfire that night, I’m exhausted, but the guys are just getting started. Pete pulls out a couple of six packs, passing us all a beer. I decline, along with Andy, but I feel the party vibe anyway. We turn on some fun, fast music, sitting around singing along and watching Joe dance like crazy.

Eventually, as the guys get drunker, they also get  little calmer, so we switch from dancing and singing to the classic game of truth or dare, I watch as the guys perform stupid stunts and weird sexual acts, thanking god that I haven’t gotten chosen. I almost escape without ever going, but then Pete spots me in my chair and grins.

“So (Y/N),” he says still grinning a little evilly, “truth or dare?”

I take a nervous breath, “Um, t-truth I guess”

“Perfect” Pete says with a grin “So, you have to date one of us. Who would you choose?”

“W-what?” I respond nervously, eyes darting around the group. My eyes falter  on Patrick who’s now glaring at Pete. “ I’m not answering that!”

“Come on, you know the rules. If you don’t answer you have to jump in the lake. Naked”

“Seriously?” I complain.

“Pete, come on, leave her alone” Patrick says quietly.

“No, she’s fine Patrick it’s just a question,and she agreed to play, so (Y/N), who is it?”

I look back and forth between all four of them. All of them, even Patrick, look extremely interested in what I’m about to say.

“I would choose Patrick” I finally say. As soon as the words are out of my mouth, Patricks eyes widen in shock, and Joe explodes from my chair.

A furious blush fills my face as Patrick looks at me, but I avoid his eyes, confused by Joe.

“Suck it! You owe me ten bucks!” He yells at Pete, jumping and cheering.

“You guys bet on this!?” I demand angrily, standing up from  my chair.

“Unfortunately, we did” Pete says, shoving money into Joe’s hand, who continues cheering.

Tears threaten to fall as the embarrassment finally lands on me, all four guys staring.

“Well I’m so glad my humiliation is so entertaining to you” I finally, say, voice audibly shaking. Pete and Joe immediately sober up, looking like they got slapped in the face.

“We didn’t-” Pete begins, but I don’t listen. Instead I turn around and walk away, leaving the light of the fire for the lake shore. As soon as I’m out of sight the tears fall, the humiliation and embarrassment washing over me in crushing waves. There was almost no chance Patrick would ever like me before, and now, now there wasn’t even a chance.

I hear my name being called but I ignore it as I finally reach the shore. I sit down on a rock and pull my knees up, attempting to stop crying. I hear the yelling come closer, and then it stops, and is replaced by the sound of footsteps. Without even looking back, I know that it’s Patrick.

“You don’t need to do this Patrick” I say, angrily wiping away the tears on my face.

“Do what (Y/N)?” He asks, surprise in his voice.

“Come over here and lie or try and spare my feelings, I don’t want your pity” I say bitterly.

“(Y/N), why would you even think that?” He comes up besides me quietly, leaning against the rock and staring at me, but I refuse to look at him.

“Because I like you Trick, I like you so much, but now you know. And I know you don’t like me back, but you’re such a  good guy you’re gonna come over here and do everything you can to make me feel less mortified, but I don’t need it”

“Bullshit” Patrick says suddenly. I look at him with wide eyes.

“Excuse me?”

“I said bullshit. You don’t get to tell me how I feel or why I do what I do. Did you even consider the fact that I came out here because I like you too? Because for years I’ve been dying to tell you but i’ve been too afraid?”

“But, I-” I respond, speechless

“Oh my god (Y/N),don’t you see? You’re just as much a part of this family as any of us, yet you always act like you’re not wanted. Can’t you tell that we want you? Can’t you tell that I want you,more than anything? That I’ve always wanted you!” He finishes his speech blushing, but still looking aggravated.

“You like me?” I ask in total disbelief.

“Yes, (Y/N), I like you, a lot” he says with a laugh.

“Well, um” I say nervously, sliding down from the rock “ you may have figured this out, but I might possibly like you back” I say blushing, and looking away from him, biting my lip.

Patrick laughs, “You are so weird” he says, slowly moving towards me, placing his hands on my hips, “ and I love it”

Moving slowly, he bends down to kiss me. Just like last time, my heart races and anxiety flares, but this time I don’t run away. No, this time I take the plunge and kiss him back.

We only break apart when I accidentally knock his hat off, and we pull away as he bends down to pick it up out of the sand, shaking it off.

I take it from his hands and pull it back on his head, smiling shyly up at him. He grins at me, stroking his thumb across my bottom lip, and softly kissing me again. I shiver at his touch and kiss him back.

In the background, Pete, Andy, and Joe starts cheering.


Photos from yesterday (06.18.15) at Darien Lake, NY of Pete and Andy go- karting with some FOB contest winners.


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