untitled. (soon tho)

Step one: Make Mr. Way Like Bronx Mowgli

The day Pete Wentz rushes in 10 minutes late to Professor Way’s Earth Science class is nerve wracking. He’s got his school bag, a diaper bag that contains snacks, diapers, and some toys that make no sound for Bronx. He sits down towards the back, next to some kid with curls similar to his son who he was currently balancing on his hip. Ray Toro, Pete thinks, keeping his head down to avoid the sympathetic stares and glares from everyone in class. It’s not a secret that Pete Wentz has a kid, his ex girlfriend Ashlee had skipped town right before Bronx turned 1, leaving Pete to fend for himself and his kid. Most of all, he just wanted to financially stable enough to be able to raise his kid with everything Bronx would most likely want.

“Need some help?” A voice comes from beside him, and he turns to Ray. He holds Bronx out for Ray to take and he grabs his notebook and starts jotting down notes his professor has left on the board. Ray winces every time Bronx pulls a curl, taking his tiny fist and moving it down to his lap. Bronx frowns, and plays with Ray’s hands for a bit, finding the calloused fingers to be enjoyable to bite on. Bronx is teething still. It’s normal. Pete’s done copying notes and he thanks Ray for holding his little boy, when he notices Bronx getting bored with the toys he brought. Pete already knows this is a bad sign. Bronx starts to get restless, and wobbles around, making soft whimpers mixed in with daddy. Pete’s already bad with social situations, but this makes it 10x worse. The guy in front of him, Frank Iero, turns around to see what’s wrong. When he sees Bronx, he understands. It is at this time that Pete and Bronx have grabbed the attention of the man lecturing in front of them, and he’s reaching into his desk for something. Pete awaits the inevitable get out of my class, so he starts to pack. Bronx looks at his father curiously, and wobbles to the front of the room.

“Bronx, come here.” Pete sternly whispers, looking to get up and apologize to Mr.Way as soon as possible. What Mr. Way does next is unexpected. Also super cute. Bronx has made his way up to the legs of Mikey Way, grabbing his pant leg for support. Mr. Way just picks him up and sets him on his hip, continuing to talk about the lesson. He feeds Bronx goldfish crackers in between slides of the presentation. Pete is awed. Ray actually has to smack his knee to get him to close his mouth. Bronx seems completely at ease with Mr. Way, and vice versa. The bell rings, signalling the class to go, and Pete rushes towards Mr. Way with a thankful smile. He takes Bronx from Mr. Way’s hands, and is suddenly embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought him, its just that his mom isn’t in the picture, and i haven’t really had time to find a babysitter, and my parents work late shifts-” Pete stops himself. He’s literally pouring his heart out to a teacher. He needs to get a grip. It’s a relief when Mr. Way chuckles, completely ignoring Pete’s rambling, in favor of a much cuter, more entertaining thing in the room. Bronx curls his fist around Mikey’s pointer and middle finger, giggling.

“Don’t worry about it, I watch my niece all the time. You can bring this little guy anytime you want.” Pete sighs in relief. Step one of his plan complete.

Notes

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i actually enjoy this fic, so like, expect updates. thanks for reading!