Write Me
Pairing: Pete Wentz x Female Reader
Rating: Mature (smut)
Requested By: @breakfastwiththesun
Word Count: ~2,100
Author’s Note: Using the prompt from @wtfzodiacsigns Anything you draw/write on your own skin appears on your soulmate’s.
It started when you were sitting in class one day. You had been paying attention to the lecture when you noticed something on your arm. As it appeared, you realized it was the Metallica logo, or an attempt at it. You looked around to see if anyone else noticed and your friend Kate was looking at you confused until a look of realization sparked across her face. She scribbled something down in her notebook, tore out the page and passed it to you.
‘your soulmate must be a metallica fan!’
You looked over at her confused. ‘What are you talking about?!’ you scribbled and then passed the note back. She wrote something down and slid the paper back to you.
‘Your parents didn’t have the soulmates talk with you when you got the birds & the bees talk?!’
You furrowed your brow and looked back at her shaking your head.
“We’ll talk after school,” she whispered knowingly.
That afternoon Kate explained all about how when your soulmate writes or draws on their skin, that it would appear on yours. She pulled up her sleeve where it looked like she was having a conversation with her soulmate.
“My older brother said his soulmate just reached out one day and started talking to him on his arm and he started writing back. They can’t afford to meet up right now, but they will soon. I decided to do the same to my soulmate, and now we chat online like every night, and on our arms when! She’s amazing!” Your friend gushed.
“Well I don’t wanna meet my soulmate yet! I don’t even like Metallica! And I don’t really appreciate him writing all over me like this!” You replied waving your arm around.
“Don’t worry, when they wash it off, it will wash off you as well.”
“What if he gets a tattoo! I don’t want a tattoo!”
“It will only show up if they do it to themselves, I think. Here, I have an idea, you write something on my hand, and I’ll text Emma and see if it came through to her.”
You took out a pen and drew a heart on the back of your friend’s hand and waited for a response. After a few minutes a picture of the back of Emma’s hand appeared, blank.
“That’s a relief,” you sighed. Now that you were familiar with the concept of soulmates, which was something you weren’t sure you were comfortable with at all, and you discovered your soulmate’s existence, you were more annoyed with them than anything.
The annoyance continued for years and you did your best to ignore it, not feeling ready to confront or even acknowledge your soulmate. But after years of doodles, the marks began to change. They seemed to be more deliberate designs and once they disappeared, nothing more would appear in those spaces.
“You don’t think I’ve waited to long to try to talk to them, do you?” You asked Kate and Emma. You were back in your hometown visiting for a while and couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see your friends.
“I mean, it’s kind of weird that you did wait this long, ya know? I really don’t know anyone who hasn’t contacted their soulmate yet,” Kate said with a shrug.
“I think I’d be kinda hurt if the person I was destined to be with wasn’t responding to my messages,” Emma replied.
“But they never reached out to me! They just doodled away! Band logos, and cartoons, and reminders for band practice, and to call someone named Patrick, but never ‘Hi, I’m your soulmate, here’s my number!’” You said exasperated.
“Maybe they’re bad a flirting! Or the note to call Patrick was the opening,” Kate suggested.
“I’d need the number though because I don’t know anyone named Patrick. Besides, in context, it was like a reminder to themselves.”
“No time like the present,” Emma suggested gently, holding out a pen.
You took a deep breath and grabbed the pen, the point poised above your open hand. “Wait, what do I say?”
Kate laughed heartily. “Say hi, you dork!”
“Right, ok,” you said. You simply wrote ‘Hello’ on your palm. “I hope they notice.”
You tried hard not to keep glancing at your hand as you continued your lunch with your friends, but soon the bills came and you couldn’t stand not to look anymore.
“Ok, I’m gonna look,” you said, steeling your nerves. You turned your hand over and gasped.
‘Hey, I’m Pete’
“Did they respond?”
“Yea, his name is Pete,” you smiled involuntarily at the words on your hand. You grabbed the pen and wrote out your response.
‘I’m (YN). Sorry for not writing sooner. I was scared’
‘I was scared too. Sorry for all the drawings when I was younger’ and then a smiley face.
‘If you wanna call me or text me or something, here’s my number’ you responded, followed by your number and a smiley of your own.
“You having a good time over there?” Kate asked with a laugh and you snapped back to attention.
“I should have done this years ago,” you said, blushing.
“Probably,” Emma said with a knowing glance at Kate.
~
You couldn’t believe when you found out that the Pete that had been drawing all over your arms was actually Pete Wentz of Fall Out Boy. When you finally got on the phone with him, he explained that he didn’t realize what he was doing at first when he was drawing all over himself while he was bored in school, and when someone told him, he felt too embarrassed to apologize. You laughed it off and admitted you were a little annoyed at first, but you were glad to have finally gotten up the courage to say hi.
From that night on, you noticed small hearts and flowers appearing across your hands. Not hard, scrawling lines, but delicate drawings, designed with care. As they appeared, a smile on your face grew and your heart felt like it would burst with love. Then the lines of poetry started, the words carefully chosen to covey the love you had discovered. Then after one very long late night phone call, the words started to show up in places only you could see, as they had also become more passionate.
After a few weeks of drawings and words and phone calls, and feeling happier than you ever had, you noticed one day a little airplane on the back of your hand, with an arrow pointing from your town to LA.
You smiled and grabbed your phone, dialing his number. “What does this mean?” you asked when he picked up.
“I bought you a plane ticket so you can come visit, or stay, or maybe we’ll run away together when you get here,” he said with a laugh.
“I can’t wait!” You exclaimed.
The days until you left were excruciatingly long, but soon you were on the flight to your soulmate, the person who you were destined for. When you landed and navigated your way through the busy airport, your heart started to race as you looked for the familiar face. Then you spotted him, a grin spread across his face and you ran to his open arms.
“Oh god, (YN) I’m so glad you’re finally here,” he mumbled, his face buried against your neck.
“I can hardly believe this is real!” You said as you pulled back and looked in his eyes. He grinned and suddenly his lips were connecting with yours and the whole world fell away.
He grinned and you took his hand as you left the busy terminal. You grabbed a quick meal and then went back to his house. It was a beautiful warm night, so you went out to his backyard and curled up together on an oversized patio lounge chair in front of the fire pit.
“Thanks again for bringing me out here Pete. I know we're meant to be together, but I never thought it would feel this right.”
He nodded in agreement. “And I’m serious, if you wanna come stay with me out here, or if you wanna run away to an island in the middle of the ocean all by ourselves, just say the word and we’ll go,” he said pressing a kiss to your head as you snuggled closer to him.
“For now I’m content to just be here with you,” you said shifting in his arms to look up at him. He leaned down and planted another kiss on your lips and you smiled. You shifted over further, so you were laying against him, deepening the kiss, inviting his tongue to move against yours. You reached up and ran your hand through his hair and ran your nails over his scalp.
He gasped against your lips and then started kissing your jaw, down to your neck and collarbone as his hands, rough from years of playing bass, slid under your shirt against your back. You let out soft moan as his lips found the spot on your neck that drove you wild.
“Want to go inside?” He asked, when he pulled back. The lust in his eyes undeniable. You grinned and nodded, pulling yourself off him, and he led the way back into his house and up to his bedroom.
He had given you the option of the guest room across the hall when you arrived, or to stay with him in his room and you jumped at the chance to stay with him and he was excited to share the space with you.
But now you were bursting into the room with different intentions than just sleeping. Pete pulled off his t-shirt as you were kicking off your shoes. When you looked up, you grinned at the sight of him shirtless, it was better than any photo you had seen online. He reached out and grabbed your hand, pulling you to him, and then turning you toward the bed. You backed up and when you felt it behind you, hopped up on to the soft surface, pulling him down on top of you.
You ran your hands over his toned upper body and couldn’t help but giggle. “I can hardly believe this is really happening.”
“I’m so glad this is happening,” he said before dipping back down to kiss your neck and started tugging at the hem of your shirt. You sat up to help him pull it off, and he kept kissing down your body until he was at the waistband of your jeans. He looked up, questioning if he should continue. You smiled and nodded and he proceeded to unbutton your jeans and pull them down, peppering your thighs with kisses.
“Remember what I wrote here?” He said as he ran his rough fingertips across the soft skin of your upper thigh.
“I was so sad when it went away, I was staring at it for hours,” you said sitting up so you could watch him. He pressed a kiss to the spot, then worked his way back in toward the space between your legs, kissing the lace fabric.
“May I?” He asked as he started to hook his fingers under the waistband.
“Please do,” you murmured as he pulled them down. You knew you were totally exposed to him, a rock god that could be with anyone in the world but was yours in the end.
“You’re so incredibly beautiful,” he murmured.
You moaned in appreciation. “Pete, I’m close.”
“Come on, baby,” he smiled as he curling his fingers just so and you came undone.
As you lay panting on the bed and Pete continued peppering kisses along your thighs, then kissing his way back up your body.
“Now it’s your turn, but first you gotta lose those,” you said pulling at the waistband of his jeans. He shimmied out of them and climbed back over you.
“Ready for more?” He asked with a cocky grin.
“Oh yea,” you replied as he pushed in. You gasped as he filled you and then began moving, slowly at first, but then building speed.
“You feel so good,” he muttered against your neck.
“Don’t stop, please,” you pleaded as he ground his hips against yours. “I’m close again.”
“Yea (YN), come for me.”
Moments later you were coming undone around him again and he followed shortly after. He rested his forehead against yours, trying to regain control of his breath.
“I love you (YN),” he said breathlessly.
“Love you too Pete.”
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