Snow with Fall Out Boy.

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Note: I (and my prompt fairy) ran out of ideas after the first three so that's why Pete's is lowkey shitty. I'm sorry. x
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Patrick:

A few strands of hair blew into Patrick's face as he huffed in exasperation after dodging yet another flying snowball, courtesy of his bandmates.

"Guys! Really!" he shook his head, throwing his hands up to visualise his annoyance, "Keep those things away from me!"

The other three showed no notice of acknowledgment of their friend's irritation, and continued on in their quest to hurl snow at each other.

"Idiots," Patrick mumbled under his breath as he turned around and picked up his guitar, gently plucking out the melody that was forming in his head.

Patrick was able to work blissfully uninterrupted for a solid three and a quarter minutes – until a snowball struck him mid-back.

Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he stood for a moment before carefully setting the guitar back in its case. "Honestly," he growled under his breath, gathering a small pile of snow on the ground before taking it into his hands and shaping it into a ball.

With a growl, he spun around and indignantly threw the ball of ice in the direction of the other three with all his might – in order to do maximum damage.

His aim was horribly off, unfortunately, and instead of hitting one of Pete, Joe or Andy, it ended up hitting you. Right in the face. Hard.

You fell to the ground with a yelp, the coffee you were holding in your hand flying off to the side.

Gasps of horror escaped the mouths of all four guys, and they broke out in a sprint towards you, with Patrick right in front.

"Holy smokes," he groaned, partly because he'd hit an innocent bystander in the face with a powerful snowball, but mostly because said bystander was the prettiest girl he'd ever seen, "Oh, lord. I'm so, so sorry. It wasn't meant for you, I swear!"

You chuckled softly as you brushed the remaining ice off of yourself. Patrick's hands were hovering close to you as if to help, but they didn't move. He'd already physically assaulted you; he didn't want you to think he was sexually harassing you too.

"It's okay," you smiled genuinely, which made him relax, "I'm sure millions of girls are waiting for the day when Patrick Stump throws a snowball at their face."

He giggled shyly. "Well, Patrick Stump is sincerely sorry and would like to make it up to you somehow. Maybe by buying you a cup of coffee to make up for the one I destroyed. W-would that be okay?"

You pouted slightly as your shoulders slumped. "I'd love to, but I was actually on my way to a meeting before...ya know," you gestured all around, "So I'm afraid I can't right now."

"Oh," Patrick nodded dejectedly.

"But," you started, smiling when he perked up, "I am free for the rest of the day, so why don't you give me your number? I could call you after my meeting and we could meet up?"

"Yeah!" he beamed, clumsily fumbling around for a pen so that he could scribble his number onto your hand.

His hands were shaking so much, he wasn't even sure how he managed to write the digits in a way that was even remotely legible. But he coped, and you smiled broadly at each other when he was done. He helped you up from the ground and you neatened yourself up.

"I'll call you," you chimed with one final smile before walking off with a wave.

Patrick watched you disappear down the path with a content sigh as Joe sidled up next to him, clamping a firm hand on his friend's shoulder.

"She's not gonna call you."

Joe:

"Pete?"

"Mm?"

"Where is my boyfriend?"

The bassist shrugged as he continued munching away at the assortment of holiday snacks you had set out. "How should I know?"

"Maybe because the last time I saw him, he was with you and now I can't find him?"

"I dknt knnw," he said through a mouthful of popcorn, prompting you to harshly grab the bowl from his grasp, "FEY! I vas eafing 'hat!"

"Where is Joe?"

Pete rolled his eyes so far back in his head that you were momentarily concerned that they wouldn't roll back, and groaned loudly. "Fiinnnneee. I buried him in the backyard," he stated simply, reaching forward for the bowl again and clicking his tongue at you when you held it further away.

"You what?"

"I buried him in the backyard. What, did I not say it loud enough the first time?" he quizzed before leaning forward so that he was close to your ear, "ARE YOU LOSING YOUR HEARING, OLD LADY?"

A smack to the right side of the face was effective in regaining the distance between the two of you. ("Son of a bitch, you hit like a motherfucker.")

"Peter, why the fuck would you bury Joe in the backyard?!"

"Because I said I will bury him in the snow, then he said ha, no I won't, then I said oh yeah wanna bet, then he said yeah, and then-"

"You two are the stupidest people I have ever met."

"Tell that to my back account, (Y/N), mmmmmmmmmm," he sassed, grinning stupidly at you as he spun around in the barstool.

Crossly slamming the bowl down onto the island, you clenched your fists and shut your eyes, taking a moment to calm down before turning and going to get a shovel.

"You see, Pete? This is exactly why I'll never, ever, let you be our baby's godfather," you yelled out before yanking open the sliding door and storming out.

Pete's jaw dropped open and the pieces of popcorn he had in there fell out. "Hey! I'd be an amazing godfather!" he called as he heard the door close. "I'd be a great godfather," he nodded to himself.

~

When you stepped outside, the first thing you noticed was the huge pile of snow – well, it was more of an avalanche, really – that undoubtedly held your boyfriend in it's confines.

"How the hell did Pete manage all of this snow?" you muttered to yourself as you trudged through the thick ice.

Once you got to the pile, you raised the shovel and began gently discarding the top layers, trying not to be too harsh for fear of accidently striking Joe; although, you considered hitting him on purpose as punishment for allowing Pete to do this.

After about five minutes and lots of effort, you saw Joe's face starting to peek out. Luckily, he had lots of layers on; else he probably would've passed out and gotten hypothermia. When you caught sight of each other, you sighed condescendingly and shook your head, while he just smirked at you.

"Hey girl, wanna hiber-mate?"

"You're not funny," you hissed, still working on getting rid of the rest of the snow.

"Do you wanna see my snowballs?"

"Seriously. Not funny."

"There's a cold front coming... but I'm gonna keep your front warm."

"So instead of trying to find a way out, you used all that time to think of cheesy pick-up lines instead?"

"I bet that puddle isn't the only thing that's wet right now."

You stopped shovelling and turned to glare at him.

"Say one more. I dare you."

"The snow is blowing. How about you?" Joe smirked and wiggled his eyebrows at you, but upon noticing what you were doing now, his cockiness vanished and was soon replaced with fear. "No, no, (Y/N)! I'm sorry! I'm sor- HMPH," a pile of snow being shovelled back onto his face cut him off.

Andy:

"Woah there, sunshine," Andy scoffed as he just about managed to grab the shopping bag that was falling from your grasp before it hit the floor, "What's all this?" he chuckled, following you to the sofa, where you dumped the rest of the bags.

"I've never been in the snow before," you huffed, swatting your hair out of your face, "I want to be prepared."

"Okay," he nodded, smiling at you before raising his eyebrows at all the things you had gone out and bought, "but as someone who has been in the snow before, I can tell you that you don't need this many pairs of gloves and scarves."

"Alright, alright, I mighta got a little carried away-"

"A little?" he chuckled, holding up the five new sweaters you had bought. (Gerard is triggered.)

Shyly, you reached out and grabbed the clothing, turning away from Andy in embarrassment.

"Aw, no, sunshine," he cooed through a short laugh as he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you, kissing your neck and making you giggle, "It's okay. I think it's adorable how excited you are."

"I've been waiting for this moment my entire life," you sighed dreamily, leaning back into his chest.

"It's gonna be great. We can build snowmen, make snow angels, have snowball fights...you're gonna love it."

~

"(Y/N), sunshine, I'm home," Andy called out, treading through the house. "Where are you?" he muttered to himself as he searched for you in every room, eventually finding you in the library, huddled into the window seat.

"Hey," he whispered as he approached you, pressing a kiss to your temple as he knelt beside you, gently rubbing your back, "what's wrong?"

"Did you see the weather report for this week?" you said softly, barely audible.

"No," he frowned, "why?"

You held out your phone to him, and he glanced at the screen, eyebrows rising once he saw the forecast. "Clear skies," he mumbled.

"No chance of snow."

"I'm sorry, sunshine," he pulled you closer to him.

"It's okay, it's not like you can control it," you chuckled, "I know it's dumb to be so upset about it, but it's just that... I've wanted to see snow ever since I was little. I used to sit and watch videos of white Christmases for hours."

"I know," he muttered into your hair.

"But I guess there's always next year," you sighed.

~

You morbidly made your way up the snowless front path and front porch, biting your lip as you unlocked the front door and walked inside.

"Andy, I-"

You lost all speaking ability as you took in the sight in front of you. All of the furniture had been moved out, and in its place was...

"Snow," you scoffed incredulously as you reached out to touch the little pieces floating in the air.

Loads of it. It was covering every exposed surface. As you scanned the room again, you could see that there were also various trees and other ornaments, along with strings of fairy lights; it truly looked like a Winter Wonderland.

"I know it's not exactly what you were expecting, but," Andy said as he walked towards you, holding out one of the sweaters you had bought; he was wearing one too, "it's the best I could do on such short notice."

"Andy," you croaked, your voice shaky as you tried to choke back the tears that were forming, "This is... it's perfect. Thank you," you gushed, rushing into his arms as a few stray tears spilled over, "I love you so much."

"I love you too, sunshine," he beamed, kissing you. When you both pulled away, he turned up the setting on the snow machine to high before dragging you further into the snow. "Hey, (Y/N). Do you wanna build a snowman?"

Pete:

"Out of all your dumb ideas, this has to be the dumbest."

"And why is that?" Pete chided as he set down the equipment he was carrying, a small Bronx treading close behind him in a coat so big, it practically swallowed the little munchkin up whole.

"Because in case it wasn't clear enough in the past, I have a very sucky equilibrium," you breathed, holding out your glove-covered hands and gesturing at the skis laying in the snow, "so I have no idea how you expect me to be able to use those."

"It's really not that bad, doll," Pete half-chuckled as he started toward you with the safety gear, which you reluctantly allowed him to attach to your body.

"I'm sure it is. I can't even keep my body upright on the best of days, so this has disaster written all over it."

"Don't worry, (Y/N)! I'll catch you if you fall," Bronx exclaimed proudly, tilting his head up to look at you from under the enormous hood of his coat.

"My hero," you giggled, reaching down and pinching his cheeks affectionately.

"Alright, doll," Pete said, earning a worrisome expression from you and causing him to peck your lips and rub your back soothingly, "It's fine. I'll hold you the entire time, okay?" You nodded. "Good. Okay, set your foot here, and the other one here... that's it. Great, you're doing great. Alright, now – slowly – take the pole from my hands. Slowly. (Y/N), I said slowly. Listen!"

"Don't get all bossy with me," you clicked your tongue at him, glaring at him from top to bottom, "The only reason I'm even attempting this is for you."

"So you'd rather fall on your face? Exactly what you're afraid of doing?" You ran your tongue over your teeth and he smirked triumphantly. "That's what I thought. Now, make sure you keep a firm grip on those poles; I'm gonna move behind you."

Once Pete moved to your back, he reached forward and placed his hands steadily around your waist.

"Okay, now, slowly start moving. Use the poles to anchor yourself and then glide the skis along."

You did as you were told, carefully lifting up the poles and setting them a little bit ahead of you in the snow, before cautiously shuffling forward.

Naturally, you slipped.

Bronx gasped aloud and rushed forward to grab you, while you let out a shout.

"Pete!"

"Hey, it's okay, doll. I've got you," he shushed, hands still holding you firmly.

"Psh. No, you don't! I'm the one who caught her," Bronx argued, frowning at his father; his tiny hands were tightly clamped around the edges of your jacket.

"Right," Pete nodded, stifling a laugh, "Sorry, bud. (Y/N), don't worry, Bronx has got you."

The little human beamed proudly at you, and you bent down to place a kiss on his forehead. "Thank you, sweetie. What would I do without you?"

"Can I get a kiss too?"

"No," you and Bronx said in unison, looking to each other and sharing a giggle after.

"Why not?" Pete scoffed, staring at both of you, highly offended.

"Because you're not the one who caught me, are you?"

"Yeah, dad," Bronx added, "Get better reflexes. Gosh."

The two of you shared another little giggle as Pete looked on, feeling very attacked yet also super fortunate that he was blessed with such beautiful humans in his life.

He was still sour over the fact that he didn't get a kiss though.

You seemed to pick up on his sourness, however, and leant back a bit to whisper to him.

"Don't worry. You get all the kisses tonight."

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