#dad!pete

[𝐒ummary : Pete’s dreams finally come true, now earned everything he’s truly ever wanted.]

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It wasn’t a secret that Pete wanted to have children, he had very publicly talked about it several times and I’m many interviews.

Still the idea was somewhat foreign to him but he knew what he wanted and he wanted kids with you.

“Hey babe” Pete started pausing the movie the two of you chose to watch for date night you both made it a point to have a date nice twice a month every month indefinitely.

When picking those dates you both took turns planning them last time you choose going to a museum, due to history being your favorite subject and you loved learning about thing and telling random fun facts.

Pete had chosen to stay in wanting to have you in his arms close at all times, so here you were watching the little mermaid on the couch with his arms wrapped, around your waists him laying on you’re belly and you’re back against the couch.

“Yeah, what’s wrong?” You said turning your full attention to the tall man on your stomach.

He gazed up at you grabbing hold of your hands playing with them showing his eyes gleaming nervously at you’re hands, his eyes bouncing before your hands and then at you.

“Well I don’t think it’s wrong but I’m not sure where you stand on it I mean I know but I don’t know if that was just talk or futuristic.” He rambled.

“Baby what is it?” You said cutting to the point but still finding his rambling abordable.

“Iwanttohavebabywithyousoonbutnow” he sputtered out quickly making you felt like your head was spinning at his pace.

“Okay say it slower, taking that fast you can’t possibly think I’d understand you.” You said reaching to give him a sip of you’re water, before he sat once again on you’re facing each other hands in hand.

“Okay?” You asked making him nod his head and sigh. “Now what did you say?” You asked him again turning you’re attention to him.

“Yeah, I want to have a baby with you and I feel like now would be a great time we’ve been married for a little bit we moved into this house and we have this extra space and backyard for kids and I’m directing mostly now so I’ll be able to be with you and not have to travel as much and…” he ranted deciding to let him finish his baby fever fueled rant.

“Yes,” you said stopping his rant right there quickly focusing on your face.

“Yes?” He repeated confused

“Yes, I would love to have a baby with you were both stable and healthy we do have the space. This would be the perfect time.” You agreed looking at him and not even a half of a second pasted before he was showering your face in kisses before picking you up kissing you all the way.

“Baby making time.” He said taking you up stairs to bed, bursting through your bedroom closing the door behind him before turning his attention to you on the bed.

family. pd

a/n im sorry this took so long! I hope this is okay, I know I didn't discuss much of the actual things they did during the day but I can always write more or a second part if you would like!

@briskiiat420

tressful, terrifying and nerve-wracking yet somehow still lovable, these past few years had taught you and Pete a million things about parenthood that you would've never considered beforehand, though neither of you were complaining. Pete had expressed his desire to be a father many times, even before he started dating you, so it came as little surprise to anyone who knew the two of you when you were pregnant. then again two years later... and again after another year had passed.

having three children under the age of six was never easy to put it simply; there was always a nappy to change, a tantrum to quash or a nativity play to prepare for. however, when those sweet moments hit you like a ten tonne train, you remembered why you had craved a family like yours so badly.

moments like now, with your youngest baby boy swaddled adorably in your arms and your two eldest children swinging off of their father's hands. matching shirts with his little girl and painstakingly handmade bracelets with his boy, Pete had taken to fatherhood like a duck to water.

singularly the hardest part of familial life you had to deal with, past the nappies and crying and mischievous antics, was the media constantly encroaching into your private life. teeth bared into predatorial smiles and unbroken chattering questions: the paparazzi had ruined your first hospital birth by crowding your exit and had ruined plenty of later events with their inconsiderate practices. hence, you had somewhat of a skewed perspective on life in the city with your children and you had avoided bringing them anywhere they could be swarmed.

until today.

starting his umpteenth season on SNL, now as a recurring guest more than a regular, Pete had been asked if he wanted to do a special on family life, being as it was approaching Christmas now. therefore, after bundling up your babies in large winter coats and cosy beanies and hats that matched yours, you had made the journey to SNL's filming location largely unnoticed, only being approached by some young respectful fans eager to greet you happily. throughout the week you had majorly avoided letting Pete know you were planning to visit him with the family, already knowing how excited he'd be if you took the chance and surprised him. instead, you had contacted some of his friends behind the scenes, begging them to keep it a secret and to help you get backstage to see him before and during his weekend update.

all of your children adored seeing their father onstage even if they didn't truly understand any of the words he would be saying, and though you knew when to chastise him for playing them videos with rude words in them, you also knew how much they would love seeing him perform comedy in real life.

arming yourself and your two eldest with hot chocolates to guard against the cold, you had already entered the building and were waiting backstage in one of the office rooms for someone to tell Pete to go check the room you were in. soon enough, you heard the drawl of your husband's voice and his sweet laugh echoing through the adjoining corridor.

noticing the pure joy that lit up his face when the door swung open and you finally saw him, your heart was soaring, tears almost filling your eyes as your children squealed with excitement.

"you did this for me baby," Pete whispered, also close to happy tears as he welcomed you into the family hug, "gonna make me cry sweetheart."

wrapping his arms around you and your baby boy as carefully as possible, he smiled when he felt your face buried in the crook fo his neck, his baby gurgling in contentment. all he had ever wanted was in this backstage room.

he had no need for the money or the clothes or the fame, he just wanted you smiling and his babies by your side.

"I hope those are happy tears Mr Davidson, it was incredibly difficult to surprise you properly," you giggled when you finally pulled away for a second, wiping the corner of his eyes with your spare thumbs, gently cradling his face.

your other two children had begun preoccupied themselves with bothering Mulaney who had made the grave mistake of joining Pete for the surprise, giving you and your lover a quick but wonderfully quiet moment.

Based Off of the Request: Dad!Pete imagine where u accidentally come out to him through a pun?! I need this in mah lyfe

Author’s Note: I got two suggestions for a pun to use( thank you for both of them btw, they're perfect), so instead of choosing, I decided I might as well write them both…

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Version 1:

I’m laying on my bed scrolling through my phone when I hear a loud crash and groan come from our living room. The muttered curses following it informs me that Dad probably either dropped something or fell down. I let out a heavy sigh- anytime Dad starts projects around the house they usually end up in minor disasters. I decide I should probably check to see if he needs help, so I slowly drag myself out of bed and down the stairs. Reaching the bottom of the steps, I see him setting up a ladder next to one of the walls, a hammer in one hand.

“Whatcha doin, Dad?” I ask, plopping down on the couch across from him,

“Your mom wanted me to hang up this family picture, but I wasn't tall enough to reach without a ladder so I dropped it the first time”

“Well you’re not tall enough to reach most things, so that makes sense” I say with a grin.

“I hate to break it to you, kid, but you’re even shorter than I am” he replies with a pointed look.

“Fair point,” I say with a laugh, “ but why didn't you just get Saint or Bronx to help you?”

“Bronx has class and Saint has to work on his senior project or something, so I’m left using this sketchy ladder” he complains.

I stand up from the couch and walk over to help him, placing my foot on the ladder to steady it. He huffs a thanks to me as he grabs his hammer and the two nails and climbs up the few steps, carefully placing the nails and hammering them in. Once he’s done, I hand him the picture and he places the frame. When it fits nicely he steps down the ladder and looks at it proudly. But stepping back to look at it straight on, I start laughing.

“What?” he asks confused.

“Dad that’s not straight at all,” I said in between laughs, “ the right side needs to be like and inch or two higher.”

Obviously not believing me, he walks over to me and turns to face it. He looks at it frustrated. “Dammit” he mutters, moving back over to the ladder. I continue to laugh at him, but move back over to help him. Five minutes later, I walk away from the ladder one more time to check again, and let out another laugh.

“Nope, now the left side is too low” I say cracking up.

“Are you kidding me?” he grumbles, “ This stupid picture will never be straight!”

“Hey we have that in common” I throw out the words, immediately regretting them. As soon as they’re out I cringe, “Oh god” I mutter.

Dad slowly turns around to me, a questioning look in his eyes,asking in a serious tone “ Are you serious?”

I gulp, “Yes” I say quietly.

“Oh my god!” He says laughing.

“Dad!” I say shocked.

“No sorry, it’s just, “ he says still grinning, “ did you just come out to me through a pun?”

“Maybe” I say, laughing.

He shakes his head grinning and walks over to me, pulling me into a hug.

“Wel;, I’m glad you told me” He says, “ and it’s all good with me,  you know nothing will evr chane how much your mother and I love you,  but, you might want to pick a slightly more serious way to tell your mother” he says thoughtfully,  pulling away and looking at me, eyes still shining with laughter.

“Okay, will do” I say grinning, “ and thanks Dad, sorry I didn't tell you earlier”

“No worries, kid, I get it” he replies gently, “ But, what do you say we hang this picture correctly before your mother yells at me?”

“Let’s do it” I agree with a grin.

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Version 2:

“You’re so going down, Short Stuff” My best friend Josh threatens from the other side of the couch.

“You wish” I huff, “ I’ve beaten you in the last three rounds AND I’m in the lead” I taunt, eyes never leaving the screen.

We take our MarioKart very seriously.

“Only this last lap decides who wins the trophy” he throws back, “ anything can happen”

“Oh please, keep dreaming” I respond with a snort.

We reach the last half lap, neck in neck, and we both fall silent as we concentrate. As we reach the final stretch, Josh throws a red shell.

“NOOOO!” I yell in shock as I watch my character spin out, seconds before the finish line, allowing Josh to pass me. I pull in right after him, but it doesn't matter, he won.

The gold trophy fills the screen and Josh jumps up from the couch triumphantly

“Finally! Suck my dick (Y/N)!” He yells, arms up in victory.

“Screw you”  I say chucking a pillow at him, “ plus you know I’m a vagitarian” I say with a  grin.

I expect to get nothing from an eye roll from him ( it’s possible I overuse that joke) but instead, a loud choking noise comes from the back of the room. Shocked, I spin around to see my dad standing their with wide eyes, coughing as he chokes on the water he had just taken a drink of, staring at me in surprise.

“Dad!” I say in an awkward panic, “ I, uh. I didn't realize you were home!”

“Oh my god,” Josh says quietly, “ Have you told-?” he starts to ask me, only to be stopped by my frantically shaking head.

“Oh wow!” he says loudly and overly dramatically , “ I just realized I forgot my phone at my house! I guess I should go and get it!”

He moves towards the door, as I stare at him. “ I guess you'll have time alone with your dad now, you know, to talk about things” he emphasizes with a pointed look at me before he leaves through the front door.

I let out a heavy sigh and wonder again why he’s my best friend. “ So…” I say, awkwardly looking back over to my dad.

He raises an eyebrow at me, speaking in his serius dad voice “I’m guessing by that reaction, what you just said wasn’t just a joke”

“No, it wasn’t” I say lowering my head and moving to sit back on the couch.

I take a deep breath as he walks over to sit next to me. “Dad, I’m gay” I say quietly.

“Oh honey,” he says pulling me into a tight hug, “ that’s okay!”

I breath a sigh of relief as I hear those words and hug him back.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” he asks. pulling away.

“I don’t know,” I mumble, looking away from him, “I guess I was just scared of what you would think.”

He simply put his hand on my shoulder, smiling as I looked back at him. “(Y/N),I’ve always told you that I love you for you, because you’re my daughter, and nothing would ever change that, right?”

I smile at him, “Right.”

“Exactly, and that still stands. Unfortunately,” he says with a thoughtful look, “I owe your mom twenty bucks now”

“What?” I say confused, “ Why? Did you guys bet on my sexuality?” I ask incredulously.

“No no of course not!’” He replies, looking offended, before continuing sheepishly, “ but I did bet your mom twenty bucks that you and Josh would end up as a couple”

I scrunch up my nose at the thought, causing him to laugh “ Sorry, Dad, not going to happen”

“Haha it’s alright kid, he’s been around so long he’s practically part of the family anyway.” He says rising from the couch. “Speaking of, do you think he actually went home, or is he standing outside the door right now, trying to listen in?”

“Oh he’s definitely outside” I say with a laugh. Holding a finger to his lips, Dad walks over to the door and pulls the door open quickly. Immediately,  Josh falls to the floor, cheeks burning red in embarrassment as he scrambles to stand up.

“I definitely wasn’t listening in, Pete, I promise” he says to my dad, though we can both tell he’s lying.

“Nice try kid,” Dad says ruffling his hair, “ but it’s alright, I don’t mind”

“However,” he says as I’m still laughing, looking over to me, “ maybe it’s a relief to know he’s not your type”

We high five as Josh lets out an indignant “Hey!”, only causing us to laugh even harder.

Based On the Request:  Dad!Pete imagine where you sneak out to see your girlfriend and he catches you and you refuse to tell him why (bc you don't know if he'd accept you) and then maybe a week later (angsty af comin ur way)he sees you crying and you break down and tell him everything and then he gives you back your phone or whatever and your girlfriend gets to talk to you and tell you everything is alright. Thx love ya!

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I send one last text to Rachel, telling her I’m leaving the house right now, before I brace myself to sneak out. I turn the doorknob slowly, cautiously peeking my head through the doorway, double checking that everyone in the house is still asleep. I’m met only with quiet darkness, so I open my door all the way and slip out, closing it softly behind me. I slide my hand along the railing as I attempt to walk down the stairs quietly, avoiding the second from the last step, and avoiding it’s inevitable squeak.

After what seems like an eternity, I make it to the front door. I slowly unlock it, take a breath, and start to turn the knob. The knob turns silently, but once I turned it, the sound of a truck horn blares behind me as the lights flash on all at once, practically stopping my heart and forcing a scream out of me. I spin around towards the source of the noise and see my very angry, very awake Dad, holding a bull horn.

“Are you trying to scare me to death?” I whisper shout at him

He raises a single eyebrow, glaring at me, “You wanna try that again in a different tone young lady? Because last time I checked, you’re the one sneaking out of the house at ONE IN THE MORNING”

I blanch at his yelling, look down at my feet, and say nothing.

“Well?” he asks, moving forward and standing right in front of me, crossing his arms, “ Are you gonna tell me why you need to leave the house, in secret, right now?”

I pale, panic flaring in my chest, “I.. just.. um..” I stutter out.

“I’m waiting, (Y/N).”

“I was just going to see some friends” I say quietly, hoping he’ll buy the lie.

“Sure you were” he says sarcastically, “ but what’s the real reason?”

Okay, so he’s not buying it. “That is the real reason” I repeat, avoiding his accusatory eyes.

“Alright, fine, if this is how it’s gonna be,” Dad say angrily, holding out his hand, “Phone, now.”

“What?” I reply, panicked, “You can’t do that!”

“Um yeah, I can, I’m your father remember? You broke the rules, with no good reason, so I’m taking your phone. Oh, and also, you’re grounded for two weeks”

“That’s not fair! The boys can come and go whenever they want without getting in trouble!”

“The boys are older, and always tell your mom or I where they're going, you are neither of those things, and unless you have a legitimate reason for sneaking out, you’re grounded”

My mouth opens as I consider telling him everything. About Rachel, my wonderful, beautiful girlfriend who makes me happier than I ever thought possible, yet can’t seem to be happy herself. All I want in the world is to be with her right now, but my fear and shame chokes me, and the words die in my throat.

“Alright, you’re choosing this. No electronics for the next week, you’ll work and come home and that's it, no friends, no nothing.  Phone, now!” Dad yells as his patience runs out.

Glaring at him I pull my phone and slap it into his hand, and when he points back up to my room, I stomp up the stairs, slamming the door for good measure. It isn't until I drop into bed that the tears start falling.

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It’s one week into being grounded, and it’s hell. I do nothing but work, and when I do come home, Dad puts me to work, cleaning, sorting, literally anything and everything that could be done around the house. Every night he asks me again why I was sneaking out, clearly aware that I’m hiding something, but every night my fear of judgement stops me from telling him.

Today, devoid of any electronics, I received a letter from Rachel, written three days ago. I settle into my bed to read it, not surprised to find it's more than three pages long.

It starts out normal, her telling me she knows I’m grounded and not just ignoring her, that she’s sorry. But then it takes a turn. She apologizes for being needy and annoying, saying she knows how bad she can be. She tells me that she switched depression meds, but they're not working. She’s feeling worse, and she’s scared to be alone, but she doesn't want to bother her parents about it, so she hasn't told anyone. As I read about her continuing worsening of depression, dread grows inside of me. I jump up from the bed and pull on the nearest shoes, grabbing my purse and racing downstairs. She needs me, and she needs me now.

I pound down the stairs, loud enough to draw my Dad out of the kitchen. Unfortunately, he grabs my arm as I move towards the door.

“Woah, woah, woah, where do you think you’re going?” he asks, forcing me to look at him.

“I have to go to Rachel’s, right now” I say yanking my arm out of his grasp.

“You’re grounded remember? You’re not going anywhere” He states firmly, crossing to stand in front of the door.

“I have to!” I yell, to no reaction. “Please” I beg, my voice cracking. He looks at me concerned, but doesn't move. Frustrated, I spin around and rush back up to my room. I make it to my room and slam the door shut. Spotting the letter on the bed, I finally break down, and tears rush down my face. Unable to hold back my sobs, I clutch the letter to my chest and weep. I hear movement outside my door, but I don’t even attempt to be quiet.

The door opens slowly, and Dad sticks his head in, face crumpling in concern when he sees me in a heap on the bed.

He immediately crosses the room to the side of my bed, dropping to his knees to be at my level. He runs his hand over my hair before taking both of my hands in his, waiting for me to look at him. I momentarily compose myself and look at him, but my face crumples again when I meet his eyes.

“Oh honey,” he says, kissing my forehead, “ will you talk to me please? I want to help, I promise. Can you tell me why you need to see Rachel?”

I take a few deep breaths, struggling to compose myself again. After several seconds, I’ve calmed down enough to talk.  “She’s been depressed lately, and she just switched to new meds but they're not working, she won’t tell her parents she’s having problems, but they're out of town right now and I’m terrified of what’s going to happen if she’s a-all alone” I blurt everything out in one long, rambling sentence, my voice cracking at the end.

“Oh (Y/N), I’m so sorry, she’s one of your best friends this must be so rough for you, and I had no idea” he says sadly, squeezing my hands. “Is that why you were sneaking out the other night?”

Sniffing, I nod my head shakily.

“Oh honey, why didn’t you just tell me?” He asks me, pleading for understanding.

The shame pools in my stomach as I sit up, pulling my hands out of his. “Because, she’s not just my friend, Dad, she’s my girlfriend” I whisper, ashamed.

A slight look of surprise flits across his face, quickly places by confusion. “So? What does that matter? Wouldn’t that make it more urgent?”

“Yea, but, I,” I respond,looking back at him confused, “I thought-”

“What? You thought  I would love you less, or not support you, because you love a girl?” he asks, sadly.

“Maybe” I say, eyes filling with tears as I look away.

“Oh honey, you couldn’t be more wrong” he says, rising from the floor and sitting next to me, pulling me into a hug. I cling on to him and bury my face in his shoulder. “(Y/N), you are my daughter, and one of the most important people in the world to me, and nothing you could ever do can change that.” He pulls away and looks into my eyes. “Loving who you love is not a crime, okay? You can be with whoever you want, as long as it makes you happy. You know that, don’t you?”

Smiling, I nod my head,relieved, and hug him again. “ I love you, Dad” I say, voice muffled by his shirt.

“I love you too, sweetheart” He says back, pressing a kiss onto the top of my head. “Now, you are officially ungrounded, so let’s go, you have a girlfriend to get to right?”

“Right, let’s go” I say happily, jumping up from my bed and rushing out of the room, pulling Dad with me.

Based Off of the Request: Could you do one where you're Pete's daughter and like home you suffer from bipolar and anxiety. So like one day on your you have like a really bad panic/anxiety attack and he helps calm you down?

PSA: I have never had a panic attack, so if I wrote this experience of having a panic attack incorrectly, I’m sorry, and let me know how to make it more accurate~ 

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I can’t cry anymore. Not because I feel better, or I’ve moved on, but more because I’ve cried so much in the last two days that my resources are tapped dry. Thank God school is on break, I don’t think I could handle dealing with everyone, hearing them talk. I definitely couldn't handle seeing Him, or Her for that matter.

My family doesn't know how to handle it, but then again neither do I. I never had a lesson in   What to Do if Your Boyfriend Cheats on You with Your Best Friend, and yet here I am, stuck feeling horrible with no relief. My family all takes a different approach. My mom  doesn't say much, just comes in the room and quietly sits with me, strokes my hair, and tells me how much she loves me, my little brothers, despite not knowing what happened, run in and hug me tightly every once in awhile, sometimes presenting their superhero toys like they’ll save the day. Both are great, but no matter what, nothing makes me feel better. My Dad attempts to cheer me up, putting on my favorite movies or music, telling me dumb jokes, or just trying to get me to talk to him. He’s managed to make me laugh, no doubt, but as soon as the laugh ends, the memories swoop back in.

Right now I sit on the couch in our living room, staring at nothing, music playing quietly in the background. Somewhere in my mind I register how late it is, my brothers went to bed hours ago, in fact I think the only one still awake aside from me is Dad, meaning it must be 2 or 3 in the morning. I should probably go to bed, but I don’t.

I wrap a blanket tight around me, and try to focus on whatever bad late night show is on the TV screen, but the memories take over, like they have been for the last two days. I'm staring above the TV, at the pictures on the wall, but that's not what I see. Instead, I relive. Sometimes the best memories- the first time He kissed me, our last date, our trip up to the mountains. Or when I met Her in middle school, and how we were instant best friends, with countless sleepovers, parties, and games. But mostly, I remember my most recent, and worst, memory of the both of them flood my vision, relentless.

The walk into His house, wanting to surprise Him. But instead of seeing Him sitting at the desk or listening to music in His room, I see the scene that loops in my head now. Their lips pressed together, one of His hands pulling Her leg around his waist, her hands twisted in his hair, and their clothes on the bedroom floor. The look of shock as the two of the people I love most in the world realize I’m standing in the doorway. After that is a blur, I don't remember getting home. All I know is that I ended up there, and sobbing into Dad’s arms, but stopping him from  going to kick His ass, no matter how much he wanted to.

The more the scene runs through my head, the more details I remember. Her blonde hair across his bed, the music playing in the background, his hair sticking to his forehead, the total lack of apology in their eyes as they notice me.

The images flash through my head, and the tears actually start again. I breath quickly,too quickly. I know what’s coming next, and yet ironically, knowing a panic attack is coming only makes me panic more. My stomach turns and tightens, I try to rise from the couch, but between the fast breathing and my heart about to explode, I feel faint. I drag myself up anyway, knowing Dad is the only one who can help me when this happens. I drag myself over to the door to his music studio, blackness creeping into my vision. My legs are shaking, quaking like they’re ready to give up, so I drop to the ground outside of the door. I pull my knees up to my chest, trying to stop the shaking, and reach out one arm and weakly knock on the door. Nothing happens.

“Dad!” I yell out, panicking even more as my chest tightens and the blackness tries to take over my vision. Immediately the music stops, and a second later the door bursts open, and he rushes out of the door, initially looking over to the couch where I was a few minutes ago. He sees me curled up on the ground and immediately drops to the floor next to me.

“Alright alright, (Y/N), look at me, it’s okay”  He says gently, putting his hands on my shoulders.

I look up at him, but i'm still hyperventilating and it’s hard to focus.

“It’s alright, honey, you're going to be fine.You’re having a panic attack, so just like the last time,  I need you to focus and try to breathe normally first, okay?”

I shakily nod my head yes as he starts counting, “ Okay breath in, 1,2,3, breathe out. Breathe in, 1,2,3 breathe out.” he continues for several breaths and eventually my breathing slows.

The blackness fades to the edge, and I can finally catch my breath, but I'm still shaking and internally screaming. Dad grabs my hands and has me look at him,

“Okay you’re doing great, now let’s follow our plan, alright? The same thing that works every time. Name three things you can see” he instructs me, gently,

“M-my hands, you, and um, the c-carpet” I force out

“Perfect, now name three things you can hear”

“Uh, the TV, your voice, the music “ I say, a little less shakily.

“Perfect, now finally two things you can feel”

“The wall on my back, our hands” I say.

“Perfect now think of those things- is there anything to be afraid of?”

“No” I say quietly, still trying to control my breathing.

“Right, now, what is happening?”

“I'm having a panic attack, and that’s okay. I know it’s not my fault, but I also know there is nothing to be afraid of” I say clearly, starting to feel better as I say the reassuring words.

“Good, now just relax, and we’ll stay right here until it fades okay?” he says, moving next to me. I nod and hug him, burying my face in his shoulder.

He kisses the top of my head, and rubs my back, murmuring encouraging words. Finally, I can breathe normally again, the blackness disappears completely, and I don’t feel like fainting.

We sit there quietly for a minute, the music still playing behind us.

“I’m sorry” I whisper, ashamed at my own weakness

Based Off Of The Request: Can I get a Dad!Pete Wentz imagine where he helps you get over a breakup when your girlfriend breaks up with you?

I turn away from her in shock, not really believing what I’m hearing. She’s crying now. Ironic, she’s breaking up with me, and yet she’s the one crying. She’s apologizing now, pulling at my hand, begging me to say something, say anything, but I’m numb. I stand up and move away from her, grabbing my stuff. She says my name, over and over, but I can’t respond, can’t talk, can’t really process what’s happening, so instead I just open the door and walk out of the house, away from the love of my life.

On the drive back home, alone in my car, it’s silent. I never liked silence, and now its roaring in the back of my head. Confusion strangles and attacks my brain. How could she? How could she treat a two year relationship like it was nothing? I'm numb, but I feel the sadness sitting low in my throat, waiting to pounce at any second.

Memories of laughs, dates,and time I’ll never have again flood my brain. Despite my haze, I make it home. I slip into the house and lean back against the door. I can sense the activity throughout the house. Talking and laughter pour out from my older brother’s room, the dog runs through the room, and I hear my mom in the kitchen, but there’s only one person I want to talk to rigfht now,

I make my way to the door that lead’s into my dad’s studio. From the sound of it he must be listening to new stuff, not recording anything, so I slip in and sit down on the couch. My dad sits in the chair, big headphones on, mixing the music he’s listening to.I sit patiently as I wait for him to finish.

After a few minutes he finishes, slips off the headphones and spins around to greet me.

Worry fills his usually happy face as he sees the expression on my face.

“What’s going on kid? Are you okay?” he asks, concernedly,

“She-she” I try to start, but as soon as the words leave my throat, I break down, and the tears that had been hiding for the last hour come pouring out. Dad’s eyes open wide, but in a second he’s next to me, throwing his arm around my shoulder and pulling me into a hug. I cling on to him as though my life depends on it, as he rubs my back soothingly. After a few minutes my sobs quiet into hiccups and I pull away, wiping at my eyes.

“She broke up with me” I say quietly, “ She thinks our relationship would stop us from enjoying college to the fullest. She wants to be free. And she doesn't want me, at least not anymore” The tears start coming again as soon as I finish the sentence.

He doesn't say anything for a second, just pulls me into another hug, but then he pulls back and looks at me.

“I'm so sorry baby girl, that’s horrible. I’m sorry that it happened and I’m sorry she gave you such a ridiculous reason. And I know right know it hurts so incredibly, you probably feel like this is the end of the world, but I want you to remember that it’s not. I'm not going to tell you that this is a good thing, and I'm definitely not going to tell you that you deserve it, but maybe, just maybe, this happened for a reason. And I know that you can get through this. You wanna know how I know that?” he asks me, with a small smile and raising his eyebrows.

“How?” I ask quietly.

“Because you’re strong and beautiful, and you can do anything you put your mind to. And most importantly you're a Wentz, and that means you're a fighter” he says smiling at me. I smile as I hear our favorite family saying. I hug him again.

“I love you Dad” I say into his shoulder.

Based Off Of the request: Can you do a part 2 to Thanks Dad maybe it could be one where she comes out to the rest of fob or something. Sorry it seemed like such a good story.

Link to Part 1: http://f0blove.tumblr.com/post/135094978344/thanks-dad-pete-wentz

“B, pay attention to me” I whine as I try to snatch her phone out of her hand. She smiles and holds it out of my reach, absorbed in a game of Candy Crush or something like that. Groaning I settle for laying my head in her lap,and turn up the music. She smiles and rolls her eyes, but drops one hand down and runs her fingers through my hair. We sit in peace for a minute of comfortable silence- right up until my dad flings open the door.

Brianna starts and blushes, but I just let out a heavy sigh and sit up.

“What’s up Dad?”

“(Y/N), you know the rules, the door has to be open if you guys are alone in here” he says crossing his arms and throwing a pointed look at us.

“Ugh Dad come on,” I complain, “ We’re not twelve”

“Sorry ladies but rules are rules, at least, according to your mom”

“Sorry Mr. Wentz, it won’t happen again” Brianna says, cutting off another retort from me.

“It’s alright, sometimes I think you’re the only one keeping (Y/N) out of trouble. And call me Pete, Mr. Wentz makes me feel old” he responds.

“Okay, I’ll keep that in mind” B replies with a laugh. After the last month of us being together, she’s finally getting over her shyness, and is warming up to Dad.

“Anyway,” Dad continues, “I just wanted to let you know Patrick, Andy, and Joe should be here by 5 if you wanted to come to dinner with us.”

As soon as the names are said Brianna lets out a gasp, prompting me to laugh and raise my eyebrows at her.

She blushes again, “Sorry, I just didn't realize I would get to meet them” she says with a smile.

Dad grins at her reaction, “Of course you do, i'm sure they will be thrilled to meet you too, but be careful they’re very protective of their little (Y/N) here, especially after the last person she introduced them to” The three of us shudder at the mention of my ex-boyfriend.”Anyway, you guys have like a half hour to get ready or whatever” he finishes, and spins around, sauntering out the door.

“Oh my god I can't believe I finally get to meet them!” B gushes as soon as he leaves.

I laugh at her and roll my eyes, but inside I’m nervous.

“Listen, B, There’s, uh, something I should tell you” I say warily.

“What is it?” she responds, immediately concerned.

“I haven’t exactly told them about us yet, or about me either” I say, ashamed.

I see Brianna’s eyes soften and she grabs my hand, “you can't possibly be afraid they're going to reject you, they are practically your family. Patrick is even your godfather! They all love you, they won’t judge,so there’s nothing to worry about.”

“You’re right, I know it’s stupid, just seeing how some of our friends reacted to us scared me, I guess”

“I know it did,” she responds quietly, voice tinged with sadness, “but these aren't some flaky friends, they're your family. They'll love you for you, just like your parents do, just like I do”

I smile up at her and nod, “ You’re right,we can tell them together then, tonight” I decide. She agrees, and I lean forward, pressing my lips against hers. We pull ourselves away to get ready for dinner, and in no time we hear the doorbell ring. I grin as I hear voices, and Brianna lets out an excited squealing sound. I laugh at her, but grab her hand and pull her out of the room,down the stairs. We get to the bottom floor to see all three of the guys have arrived. Patrick is closest, so naturally I tackle him first.

“Patrick!” I yell, giving him a two second warning before throwing my arms around him.

“(Y/N)!” he yells, hugging me back.

“ Patrick it’s been months where have you been?” I jokingly demand, lightly smacking him on the arm.

“Sorry kiddo,life’s been crazy, and I missed you too” he responds ruffling my hair.

I swat his hand away and turn to the sound of my name being yelled - Joe, of course.

I yell excitedly again and run over to Joe, who picks me up and swings me around in a hug. Laughing, I tell him i’ve missed him. Finally I get to Andy, hugging him tightly and pressing a kiss to his cheek, causing him to laugh.

In my excitement I almost forget about Brianna.

I clear my throat to get everyone's attention,smiling “Guys, this is Brianna, and she happens to be a huge Fall Out Boy fan”

Brianna quickly meets everyone, grinning and blushing as she hugs all of them, and I can see her trying not to freak out too much. I stifle a laugh. Taking a deep breath, I walk over to Brianna and grab her hand, smiling, “ She also happens to be my girlfriend”

There’s a short pause before Patrick breaks the silence with a smile, “Well welcome to the family Brianna, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Joe and Andy throw in similar comments.

“Just a comment though,” Joe throws in, worrying me for a half a second, “ (Y/N) is like a daughter to us, so if you think about hurting her, just remember she basically has four fathers” he says seriously, but then cracks into a grin. We all laugh, and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

As we all grab our coats to head out to dinner, I can’t help but thinking that B was right, I had absolutely nothing to worry about. They accepted us without a second thought, just like she said.

I feel incredibly happy, knowing that Brianna will fit in just fine with everyone.

Dad catches me smiling to myself, and nudges me with his shoulder as i’m standing by the door, waiting for B to grab her jacket from my room.

“I think you guys make a great couple, you know” he says to me.

“Thanks, Dad” I respond with a grin, “ Now let’s grab some dinner”