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mightystumpmachine · 12 days

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Patrick stump x PETE SISTER! Yeah, it's a cliché but listen!! It's Pete's birthday and the reader for some reason gets along badly with the guys. But that same night she meets Patrick and sees that he's not a jerk or something like that.Idk stumpmachine, surprise me. (((I love the cliché))))

God, I hadn't written about «Pete's sister» in YEARS!!! You made me go back to my preadolescence on Wattpad, thank you for this, I've had so much fun, and hopefully you like the result :') I also love the cliché, although I'm not sure if I did it justice in this fic 💗

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Golden Memories.

(Patrick Stump x Fem! Reader) [Female reader sister of Pete wentz]

🎈Summary: It's Pete's birthday and you get along really badly with most of his friends, so you decide to go outside for some air and discover that maybe not all of Pete's friends are jerks.

🎈Warnings: mention and consumption of alcoholic drinks. And I think that's all lol.

🎈Fic Type: fluff; slice of life; romance.

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It was a typical hot night in early July in Chicago, but it wasn’t just any day—it was your older brother Pete’s birthday.

The Wentz house was filled with people celebrating, drinking, and dancing. You, however, felt a bit out of place.

You had tried to join the party, but most of Pete’s friends seemed unbearable and even a bit idiotic to you, honestly. Except for Joe, with whom you had exchanged a few words and found him funny and charismatic.

However, you had lost Joe at some point during the night among the crowd and alcohol, and now you were alone, overwhelmed by the loud music.

You decided to go out to the backyard to smoke a cigarette and take a break from the noise.

The yard was lit by warm lights hanging from a couple of posts and bushes, creating a cozy and relaxed atmosphere. There were also a few helium balloons tied to the bushes and colorful letters on the wall spelling out: “Happy Birthday, Pete.”

You leaned on a wooden railing and lit the cigarette, enjoying the night breeze and the relative silence compared to the inside of the house.

You thought it might have been a good idea to call one of your friends so you wouldn’t be completely alone. But, to be honest, you didn’t think the party would get this out of hand.

You weren’t even aware Pete had so many friends. You wondered if he really knew all the people who were now dancing and maybe throwing up in the corners of your house. You had even seen a couple in a heated make-out session on Pete’s bed.

You sighed, knowing you had to prepare for the scolding from your mother, who had gone to a friend’s house and trusted the house to Pete and you, believing that at most five people would come over.

A few minutes later, you heard the sliding door open, pulling you out of your thoughts. You saw Patrick, Pete’s best friend, the blonde who always wore some kind of tilted trucker hat on his head and those peculiar sideburns framing his face.

He had a slight frown and seemed a bit uncomfortable with the environment, just like you.

You looked at each other for a few seconds, which eventually became a bit awkward, so he decided to approach, giving a small smile.

“You’re Pete’s sister, right?” he asked, trying to start a conversation.

“Uh-huh,” you replied, exhaling the cigarette smoke. “Though they also call me _____,” you joked.

He laughed a little. “I’m Patrick,” he introduced himself, though you knew perfectly well who he was.

Obviously, you had seen Patrick come to your house very often, along with Joe and Andy. But, particularly Patrick had always attracted you a bit. You found him cute and kind, though you had never approached him, assuming he would be like the other friends of Pete.

Seeing that the silence had invaded again, you took out your pack of cigarettes and offered him one. He immediately shook his head, trying to hide a grimace of disgust.

“I don’t smoke, but thanks.”

You raised your eyebrows, surprised, to which he smiled shyly.

He leaned on the wooden railing, right next to you, and let out a sigh, feeling a bit more relaxed.

“So... are you having fun?” you asked, trying to keep the conversation going.

“Pete knows how to throw a good party, I won’t deny that,” he replied. “But it’s not my style... I prefer quieter things. But he seemed so excited that I couldn’t say no.”

You nodded, understanding perfectly. “I feel the same way. I like to drink and hang out, but with a smaller group... plus here I don’t get along with anyone.”

Patrick looked at you for a few seconds.

“Well... you have company now,” he dared to say.

You laughed softly and the blonde just looked at you smiling with a frown, not quite understanding what had caused you to laugh.

“Sorry, it’s just that I really thought all of Pete’s friends were dicks, so being here with one of them is a bit funny to me,” you replied.

“I understand,” he said with a laugh. “Most are cool, maybe you just had bad experiences... at least I hope you don’t think that about me.”

Patrick looked at you, waiting for your response. You shrugged.

“So far, you’ve changed my mind,” you said. “Maybe... not all of them.”

The conversation continued, now more fluidly, talking about shared interests and funny anecdotes. You noticed that Patrick was much more interesting and nice than you had imagined.

At some point, you both decided to go inside to get something to drink, and although Patrick didn’t like to drink too much, this time he agreed to have a few beers with you.

The night went on and the heat didn’t lessen, leaving a fresh breeze that felt like a relief on the skin. You decided to sit on one of the chairs in the yard, away from the noise and curious glances.

“You know... you’re also nicer than I imagined,” Patrick said suddenly. “I think you’re great.”

“Oh, really?” you laughed. “And what did you think of me before? I mean... this isn’t the first time we’ve seen each other, you come over here often to see Pete,” you dared to ask with a hint of curiosity.

Clearly, at this point, you were both more uninhibited because of the alcohol, you had drunk a lot and neither of you was used to drinking that much.

Patrick laughed softly, looking at the ground before responding.

“To be honest, I always saw you as very much in your own world and we barely said hello. I figured you weren’t interested in talking to us,” he spoke a bit hesitantly. “However, you always caught my attention… but you’re a bit intimidating.”

You laughed as soon as he finished speaking. “Do you think I’m intimidating?”

Patrick nodded, embarrassed.

“Just a little?” Both laughed at the confession. “Anyway, I’m glad I decided to talk to you today. I had no idea how much I was missing out on.”

You smiled, feeling flattered. “I don’t believe a word you’re saying, but I love to hear that.”

Both laughed again and the silence that followed was comfortable. Just enjoying the tranquility of the yard and each other’s company.

Patrick looked at you from time to time, with an expression that seemed to be debating between timidity and the courage to say something else.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, noticing his intermittent gaze at you.

He lowered his head and smiled, a little blushed. “Nothing, just... it’s nice being with you.”

You didn’t know... but actually, Patrick was thinking about why he had never noticed how pretty you were until that moment.

The hours started to pass quickly, and you were making the most of every second to get to know each other.

You had stopped drinking because you didn’t want to be more drunk than you already were (on the verge of being drunk but still in your senses).

At some point, between anecdotes and bad jokes (really Bad jokes), you found yourself laughing at something Patrick had said.

You noticed how close you two were, and Patrick also realized it. Your gazes crossed, creating a bit of tension.

He blushed intensely, turning a ruby red, but didn’t pull away.

You didn’t know if it was because of the alcohol running through your veins or because he simply seemed attractive to you, but you decided to take the initiative and kissed him softly.

At first, Patrick stayed still out of surprise, but soon he responded to the kiss, feeling a comforting warmth.

The world seemed to stop around you, you felt a kind of electricity in the air that enveloped you.

Just when the kiss was becoming slightly more intense, the sliding door opened abruptly, revealing a very happy Pete, totally drunk and laughing out loud.

“Well, well! Look who we have here!” he exclaimed, slightly staggering. “‘Oh Pete... all your friends are idiotic losers,’” your brother mimicked in a high-pitched voice, teasing you.

You pulled away from Patrick, completely blushing. Patrick was also very embarrassed, but couldn’t help laughing.

“Pete, you’re totally drunk,” Patrick said, trying to maintain his composure.

Pete laughed even harder and completely ignored his friend. Staggering a bit, he pointed at you two. “This is great! I never would have imagined... JOE, GET THE CAMERA! This will go in my golden memories!”

“Why don’t you go back inside and stop embarrassing yourself? Us, really!” you suggested, half amused and half mortified.

“Alright, alright,” he complained. “But first let me give you my blessing, my dear siblings, don’t get into trouble,” Pete burst into laughter and turned around to go back to the party, muttering something about this being the best birthday ever.

Before leaving, Pete turned once more, this time pointing at Patrick with a mocking smile: “So you don’t know how to flirt with girls, huh? Gotcha, you dirty little man!”

Patrick looked at you with a small smile, completely red with embarrassment. “I think I’ve never seen Pete this drunk.”

You nodded, still incredulous at what had happened. “I’m so sorry for that, he’s an idiot,” you laughed nervously.

“Don’t worry, I know,” he replied. Still a bit shy, Patrick took your hand.

“How about we forget what just happened?” you suggested after a few seconds in silence.

Patrick looked at you with a hint of disappointment, “All of it?”

“No, just Pete,” you said, stealing a small kiss that he immediately returned.

The night wasn’t over yet, but you knew this July night would be etched in your memory.

#patrick stump imagines #patrick stump x reader #patrick stump x female reader #fob imagines #Patrick stump fanfiction #fall out boy imagines #one shot #fluff

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windhamsrotunda · 11 months

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Sincerely, Patrick Stump

Pairing: Patrick Stump x Female! Reader

Synopsis: Patrick writes letters to you while on tour about how much he loves and misses you.

Rating: G (General Audiences)

Warnings: Heavy on the fluff, mentionings of kissing / no smut warnings!

Word Count: 800+

‘’Dear Y/N,’’ Patrick begins to write in his journal on the tour bus.

‘’Tour has been a hell of a ride so far. I wish you were here to experience it all with me and the boys. You have no idea how much I love and miss you, I truly hope these letters I’m writing to you now aren't too sappy for you to handle. You know, I cannot wait to have you in my arms again, and I can place my lips onto yours as our fingers intertwine. I’ve been longing for your comfort, the warmth of your embrace and to see that gorgeous smile of yours every time you step into the room.’’

‘’Words cannot express how much I have been wanting to kiss you, to share those deep and loving feelings with you. You never fail to make me laugh or crack a smile when I am having a bad day, I always remember whenever I am gone on tour, you miss me as much as I miss you. The days turn into weeks, but I know for sure when we meet again, you will fall into my arms like you always do. As I am writing these words, they come from within my heart and from within my veins, and you’re the only woman that keeps me sane and you are the one who I truly want to be with for the rest of my life. Two more weeks and I will be at the door waiting for you, I promise you that.’’

‘’I cannot wait until I see you, mon cherie. To feel your presence, to hold you in my heavy arms, as long as my heart can take. I will do anything for you. But in the meantime, all we can do is facetime each other and text, but it really doesn’t mean the love will no longer be there, because it still will be. You are my other half and my soul mate for life, I do not know what I would do without you by my side. It would tear me apart from inside and out to not see you, not being able to keep the woman of my dreams is my worst fear ever. Without you, my world wouldn’t be the same, and it certainly would be completely nothing.’’

Patrick fights back tears, thinking in his head: ‘’I need to go see her.’’

He sets the pen down, hoisting himself off of the chair and grabs his phone to dial Pete’s number.

‘’Hey, Patrick! What’s up my guy?’’

‘’Pete, I am sorry to say this to you but I need to go see my girlfriend Y/N. This has been too long of a tour, and I am starting to feel as if I should have never left her in the first place.’’

Pete let out a sigh from the other side of the phone,

‘’You know we resume tour tomorrow night, right?’’

‘’Yes, I know that. But I promise I will be back just in time for our next set.’’

‘’Alright man. Do what you have to do, just remember, me and the boys are here for you.’’

‘’Thanks, Pete.’’

Patrick hung up the phone, and booked a flight back to Chicago where he and you resided.

***Time Skip***

You were fast asleep in the bed you and Patrick shared most nights, until all of a sudden, you were startled awake by a loud knock on the front door. You managed to get yourself out of bed and slipped on your slippers. Knowing you were barely awake, you did not peek in the door hole to see who it was first, which was usually what you did before you opened it.

Turning the door handle, you swung it open.

Patrick.

‘’Oh my god—’’ you gasped in shock, ‘’What are you doing here? I thought you were on tour—’’

He crashed his lips onto yours, leading you back into the house.

‘’I’ll explain later, mon cherie.’’ he smiled against your soft lips, wrapping his arms around your waist luring you closer to his body. ‘’How much I missed you. I have been waiting to do this ever since I left for tour.’’ he expressed.

‘’I am so surprised to see you here,’’ you softly spoke, resting your head on his broad shoulder. ‘’I missed you too, Patrick. I really did.’’

‘’Oh, and how I also missed your hugs.’’

Patrick lifted your chin up off of his shoulder and looked tensely into your eyes, resting his forehead against yours so gently before continuing to kiss you.

‘’I love you,’’ he mumbled in between the kisses the two of you had shared.

‘’I love you more.’��

His fingers crept under your jawline, his breathing at a steady pace as you could feel his heartbeat thump against yours. Silence began to fall, all you could hear were the sounds of breathing and every now and then, the sound of hearts beating.

Patrick's fingers then aligned into yours.

"I'm very lucky to call you mine."

#patrick stump #fall out boy #fall out boy imagines #patrick stump x reader #patrick stump fluff #fluff #patrick stump fic #fall out boy one shot #windhamsrotunda #*my fic #so much for (tour) dust

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xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx · 1 year

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Snow - Patrick Stump x Reader

Prompt: S: Snow (How do they like the snow?) (from this list) Reader: can be read as any gender (no pronouns used) Word Count: 1 096 A/N: I think i’m getting sick...

Patrick was rarely ever grumpy. In fact, Patrick prouded himself in not being a grumpy person. He loved laughing and smiling too much to be grumpy on a regular basis. But thick snowflakes, which he usually loved, falling from the sky just as he was about to drive home after a long day, might get him to furrow his brows unhappily.

It was even worse because he really enjoyed snow most of the time. But now the snowflakes came down in a thick layer, making it impossible to see further than the next two cars in front of him, making the street slick, and driving all the more dangerous.

He was tired. He had been up since far too early in the morning, had left before your alarm clock had even rang. Patrick hated leaving without having had a calm breakfast together with you, but you needed your sleep, so he had only pressed a quick kiss to your forehead before he had snuck out. Since then he had spent the whole time in the studio.

Things weren’t coming together the way he wanted them to, which frustrated him endlessly, and after almost ten hours he had eventually given up, hoping to get home quickly and falling into your reassuring embrace. You always knew how to make him feel better, a few calm words, the reminder that he was only human and needed breaks too, your fingers running through his messy hair… But instead he was stuck in this stupid snow storm.

By the time he turned into your street, it was already growing dark outside. The snowfall had not let up, and the lesser used streets were covered in white. In a few front yards Patrick spotted the first snowmen, and kids were already battling each other in snow ball fights. But today Patrick did not smile to himself at the picture book like scenes. He just wanted to get home.

The pavement in front of your shared house was covered in less snow than the rest of the neighbourhood, making Patrick suspect you had begun clearing the snow away before giving up and surrendering to the weather. Careful not to slide on the snow, Patrick steered the car into the driveway and got out. The cold was worse than he had imagined, cold wind biting his face and hands, hurting in his ears and driving snowflakes in his face, blinding him. More feeling than seeing, Patrick manoeuvred to the front door, quickly letting himself in.

The warm air of the hallways was like a hug as he stepped inside and quickly threw the door shut, keeping more snow from fluttering inside. In the mirror Patrick could see that snowflakes had already begun dusting his hair white, and quickly he shook them out before they melted more than they already had done.

Throwing his jacket onto the clothes rack and his shoes next to the door, he quickly made his way into the living room, his eyes flickering over the furniture in hopes to find you. But there were no lights burning, which meant you were somewhere else. Too tired to search the house for you, he called your name, waiting for an answer, which came just a moment later from the winter garden.

Following the sound of your voice, Patrick stopped at the entrance to the winter garden, taking in the scene for a moment, that made him wish he had left the studio earlier.

Curled underneath a blanket, you were sitting on the small sofa that allowed a great view into the garden. Your hands were curled around a cup, from which you took a small sip, before you turned to face him.

“You’re home,” you smiled, reaching a hand out for Patrick, asking him wordlessly to step closer.

Quickly he closed the distance between you, giving you a welcome kiss to the lips, which made you smile happily.

“Come join me,” you asked, an invitation you did not have to repeat before Patrick shuffled underneath the blanket, cuddling up against you.

Shifting, you adjusted your posture so you could be closer to Patrick and offered him your cup with sweet fruit tea.

Now that Patrick’s eyes were getting used to the dim light in the room, he could tell that you had lit up the candles in the lanterns outside. Through the thick snow that still fell from the sky, he could make out the orange specks of light in the increasing darkness of the early evening. Trees, bushes, flower beds and grass were already covered by thick layers of white, and only your by now already almost hidden traces in the snow hinted at it having been you who had lit up the candles, and not some mysterious winter magic.

Patrick handed the cup back to you, after having taken a few sips of the hot beverage, before a sigh escaped his lips when you nuzzled your nose against his neck, your lips brushing over the sensitive skin.

“Bad day,” you asked quietly, pressing a soft kiss to his throat. God, he knew why he had wanted to come home so quickly. Your kisses were innocent, but made him feel so loved, so at home. He pulled you in closer, once again, like so many many times before marvelling at how perfectly you fit against him. As if you had been made to fit together.

“Not bad per se,” Patrick answered, not daring to speak louder than a whisper, as if it would ruin the magic of the moment. “Just not as productive as I had hoped it would be.”

You hummed in acknowledgement, and rested your head on his shoulder.

“I’m sure it'll work out in the end,” you mumbled. “I’m glad you’re home.”

“I’m glad I'm home too,” Patrick smiled and pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.

How lucky could one guy be, he wondered. Not only did he get to do a job he loved even on the bad days, but he got to come home to someone like you, someone who cuddled him, someone he could still feel himself blushing at whenever you made him a compliment, someone who had absolutely stolen his heart and yet made no attempt at running away with it.

His eyes wandered over the snow covered garden beyond the glass of the windows, searching for the now more visible lights of the lanterns. Really, with a life like this, with a person by his side like you, he had no reason to be grumpy, not even about snow storms.

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wasabi-gumdrop · 2 months

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Kabru has a secret admirer in the castle!

#running from my responsibilities (drawing armour) by imagining post canon Kabru fashion #minor spoilers in the tags!#royal advisor Kabru’s office is probably overflowing with gifts from foreign dignitaries eyeing him up for marriage #and sacks of perfumed letters from Melini citizens #Marcille would be so sick of it #Laios also has his fair share of proposals #Yaad is like … boys spare us all and pick a suitable candidate already #well Yaad there’s a saying that goes two birds one stone #anyway lol #someone might have suggested to Laios ‘hey Kabru works so hard. you should show your appreciation.’#Laios (blushing sweating): uuuh how do i do that #Marcille probably: i hear it’s customary to give your royal advisor flowers the same colour as their beautiful blue eyes #Laios: well if you say so #but he starts having second thoughts bcs what if the gift is too romantic #so then Laios is like oh i know i just won’t sign it (:#fool proof plan Laios good job #totally not taking into account that Kabru can recognize his penmanship at a first glance #so at their next meeting Kabru is like ‘i wonder who my secret admirer in the castle is 😉’#and Laios sweats so hard he falls out of his throne #doesn’t Kabru of Melini have a nice ring to it #better yet …. Kabru Touden #much to consider #dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi spoilers #kabru #kabru of utaya #labru #if you squint #wasabi doodles

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personthattoleratesme · 7 months

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iykyk

#no but seriously imagine it #dan and phil #dnp #mcr #my chemical romance #fob #fall out boy #destiel meme #2k #heydanandphil

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ilovepriestgerard · 4 months

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The way Brendon Urie is the most unrealistic part of us seeing Dan and Phil walking into a stage kissing holding a gay pride flag while mcr plays The Black Parade onstage with Fall Out Boy this year is craaaaazy...

#no but seriously imagine it #my chemical romance #gerard way #mcr #fall out boy #panic at the disco #dan and phil #when we were young #petekey

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wamscoastsmokerrr · 7 months

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no but seriously imagine it:

You’re seeing fall out boy at the wwwy festival 2024. Everyone is having a great time. Fall out boy seem a little excited. “We have a surprise for you guys.” Patrick says. All of a sudden Cobra Starship comes out and start singing “the kids are all fucked up.” When Gabe gets to the chorus, someone else starts singing… “When I was a young boy my father took me into the city to see a marching band.” Lights flash everywhere, and you see FOB singing “the kids are all fucked up” along with Cobra Starship, while MCR is singing “Black parade”. Everyone in the crowd is going wild and crying. Then if things couldn’t get any better, Dan and Phil walk onto stage and kiss, holding the gay flag.

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mortalfortaxpurposes · 20 days

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"oh but why does everyone have a big bandom-famous fic and fall out boy don't" look into your heart. this is a good thing

#i thank god everyday we don't have an unholyverse can you fucking imagine.#we're all reading whatever the fuck we want forever amen #fall out boy

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sun-snatcher · 3 months

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YOUR MEDIC!READER X JET HAS BREATHED LIFE INTO ME. MAKE THEM HOLD HANDS. I BEG. THE PINING IS INSANE. The atla jet fandom is DRY so you're doing god's work out here 😭 😭 (Or anything tbh! I'm absolutely in love with your writing 😭❤️)

🌾 ・ HAND IN LOVING HAND

summ. Jet comes into a dawning realisation. It starts with a mission gone wrong. pairing. Jet x f!medic!reader w.count. 0.7k ( just a blurb! ) a/n. Ask and you shall receive! I’m so glad you love medic!reader as much as I do!

He figures, later, that it might have started with Operation: Creeping Cricket.

Courtesy to Smellerbee for the unique mission name, ofcourse.

That had involved, to date: A handful of Freedom Fighters itching for a fight, an imprisoned pair of orphan twins they’d planned to break out, a couple of dumb Fire Nation spies, and the leaky walls they called the borders of Omashu.

Except, ofcourse, it wouldn’t be a mission without a series of unfortunate events, of which occurred: a storm that changed Sneers’ accurately-predicted course of said Fire Nation spies, which meant their little hostages that they’d come to rescue would be headed down a different path, which also meant their traps lining on the trail towards the borders of Omashu— that The Duke had spent a frustratingly long amount of time setting up— would be rendered useless.

They settled on a brute force ambush instead, much to your disdain; you were, after all, a better healer than you were a fighter.

“This was a terrible—!” You pause to dodge a burst of white hot flames from a Fire Nation soldier. The rain is quick to dampen their efforts, luckily for you. “This was a terrible plan, Jet!”

He strains to hear you underneath the torrent. “Don’t blame me, Pipsqueak started it! Duck!”

You duck. Another spy crumples behind you, thanks to the swing of Jet’s tiger blades, and as the soldier lands on the ground— that’s when you notice it; the quaking rumble of earth, the jumping of stones.

Earth Kingdom Guards have caught wind.

In the distance, Longshot produces a birdcall from high above— shrill and piercing, one that’s rarely ever been used amongst the rebellion— a warning. Retreat. The Freedom Fighters are outnumbered. Scatter.

The ground erupts beneath you, and you scream. You practically sweep Jet off his feet as you snatch his hand and take off to higher ground to avoid the rising tempest. Hot on your heels, both of you can feel the snap and crackle of roots tearing deep underneath as the kingdom guards begin their manhunt.

“Quick!” you urge, as he trips over his footing. You glance at him over your shoulder, giving him a squeeze in your intertwined fingers as you check, “Hey, you hurt?”

“I— uh, no,” he stumbles, for some reason. Nothing but superficial cuts and bruises, anyway. He’ll live. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

It could’ve been minutes or an hour of just running, he isn’t quite sure— he’s too busy noting how your hands fit awfully perfect against his, and how despite the rain and muck, you still managed to look... collected. (Collected, he thinks, because he refused to admit anything unforgivably romantic.) Jet lets himself be led across the maze of woodland and grass, and catches himself wondering whether the hand holding had been a conscious move at all.

At the time, he’d decided it didn’t matter.

It shouldn’t, Jet had reasoned to himself, as you tugged him underneath an overhang and into a hidden crevice. Beyond the roguish charm and borderline flirtatious jokes he liked to play at— both of you were, at the end of the day, amidst an unending war. You were the Rebellions’ resident medic, and he was their token leader. There was no time to entertain fairytales and pipedreams.

“I think we lost them,” you pant, peeking over. “Do you think the others are okay?”

Jet looks at you, fights back the urge to tuck the rain-wet strands of your hair behind your ear so he can see your face better; how the light hits your profile and sets your eyes alight, down to the tip of your nose, and to your mud-stained cheeks. Collected. Capable, he reminds himself. Not pretty. Not pretty. Not—

“What’s wrong?” you ask, when you’d caught his gaze. “Jet?”

“Ah. Uh, nothing,” he blinks away— too fast; too quick to hide the obvious lie. “The others can handle themselves. Let’s, let’s wait for the storm to pass.”

This is simply camaraderie, he’d convinced himself, and stifled down the barb of disappointment that crept in him when you were the first to finally let go.

Right?

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glassofpumpkinjuice · 11 months

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pete & patrick's magic trick (6/28/23, 7/7/23)

#fall out boy #tourdust #patrick stump #pete wentz #my gifs #i tried my best to make this as visible as i could #there are a number of sillier titles i considered for this gifset but i will let u imagine them

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mightystumpmachine · 19 days

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Can you write a comfort fic with patrick?

Like after being broken up with or something like that

Any era, i love him in every one. I’m so obsessed with this man its scary

Heyy There! I loved your request. Hope you like the result <3 Since you didn't specify pronouns, I decided to use feminine ones.

So sorry for taking so looong, English isn't my first language so it took me a bit to translate it and make sure it was grammatically correct, so... enjoy your Patrick comfort-fic!!! Hope you come back with more ideas soon :3

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Warnings: Honestly, none, this is the sweetest and calmest thing ever!

Genre: Fluff, comfort, idk, I think this doesn't fit into romance.

Patrick era: WHICHEVER YOU WANT! God, we love this man in all his eras.

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Don't worry, I'm here with you (Patrick Stump x Female Reader)

It had been several days since the breakup with your boyfriend/girlfriend.

You spent your time locked in your room, with the TV on even though you weren't paying attention to it. The bluish light flickered on the walls, creating restless shadows that reflected your mood.

You were sunk in melancholy, remembering all the moments of that loving relationship that were breaking your heart into pieces.

That day, when you woke up around one in the afternoon, you didn't want to eat anything. You just lit a cigarette and played some music. It had been a long time since you smoked, but at that moment, it was the only thing you thought would quell your anxiety. The smoke swirled in the air, mixing with the soft notes of a sad song.

You didn't want to talk to anyone; you didn't have the energy for anything. However, when the doorbell rang, you went to the door hopefully, believing that maybe, your now-ex would be there to apologize or try to fix things.

But when you opened the door, you were met with thick glasses and eyes as blue as the ocean, looking at you with concern.

His eyes stopped at the cigarette resting between your fingers, and almost unconsciously, he made a disgusted face.

"Hey ____," he greeted you. You looked at him for a few seconds before responding.

You were surprised; he definitely wasn't the person you expected to see, but Patrick was always welcome in your home, even in the worst moments.

"Patrick..." slipped from your lips, almost without realizing it.

He maintained eye contact for a few seconds, waiting for you to invite him in. But you were simply static in the doorway.

Patrick looked at you again, now carefully, from head to toe. He knew you too well not to notice that you had been crying until recently.

He approached you, just a shy step closer, and took your hand.

"You haven't been answering the phone for a day and a half. The calls go straight to voicemail. What's wrong?"

Unnoticed, tears welled up in your eyes again. As if that question had finally broken you.Your friend didn't wait for an invitation but entered the apartment, closing the door behind him, and then hugged you tightly.

"Patrick," you repeated, now between choked sobs.

"Okay, okay, it's alright... just breathe, I'm here," he said in a soft whisper, right next to your ear.

You simply collapsed under his touch. At that moment, you felt like you had needed to see him during all those days when you shut yourself off from the world.

Patrick had always been your safe place. He was always there, giving you the best advice and the best hugs. He always gave you what he thought was best for you, and at that moment, you felt guilty for worrying him, for not answering any of those calls.

They stayed there for a while; he didn't say anything because he felt he should give you your time... he would wait an eternity if necessary.

He loved you so much that he didn't mind your tears soaking his favorite shirt. Although he also wouldn't deny that he was getting impatient to know what was wrong with you.

You, on your part, were curled up against his chest. You felt the scent of his cologne, which, along with his heartbeat, brought you some calm after a few difficult days.

You could never explain it; Patrick just had that effect on you that no one else ever would.

"Do you want to sit down?" he dared to ask, still holding you in that embrace. "I'll stay here until... until you want to talk, I have all the time in the world, okay?".

You pulled away from him gently and wiped your tears with the sleeve of your sweater, trying to control the mini-spasms in your body from crying.

You just nodded. You felt a lump in your throat that prevented you from speaking normally.

Both of you sat down on the couch. The first thing you did was get rid of the cigarette that had gone out while Patrick hugged you.

You looked up and again found those bright eyes hidden behind the glasses.

You wanted to tell him what had happened, but you didn't know how to speak without crying again in the attempt.

Patrick took your hand again, his warm hand contrasting with your cold hand, sending a shiver down your body.

"I'm sorry," you managed to say with a sad smile, "I must look ridiculously bad, and... you took the trouble to come here... I-I didn't mean to worry you, Trick, I really am sorry." Your voice trembled slightly.

Patrick smiled slightly, stroking your cheek. "Don't say that... I'm here because you matter too much to me. It's not a bother at all." He paused briefly before speaking again, squeezing your hand a little tighter. "Do you want to tell me what happened?".

Your brow furrowed, but you nodded.

"He and I broke up... and it was so sudden that..." there were your tears again, but now Patrick was wiping them away with his thumb on your cheek. "The arguments were becoming more frequent, so we decided that it was best not to continue... you know... together," you managed to say.

Patrick looked at you and absorbed every word you said. At the same time, he caressed you, as gently as if you were a fragile glass doll.

You were at your most vulnerable moment, yet you felt protected; that was the special calm that only Patrick could make you feel.

He didn't need to say a single word for you to feel accompanied; he was just there, pampering you and listening to you. And that was just what you needed.

"I feel like I didn't do enough, that I could have prevented this... when he said it was best to break up... I did nothing but nod and say that maybe that was best," you tilted your head. "But I miss him, and I feel like every part of me is disintegrating every day I'm without him."

Patrick pressed his lips slightly, seeing you like this was the last thing he wanted because he was sure it was the last thing you deserved.

Silence settled in the room, only interrupted by your sobs and the soft murmur of the radio that you had forgotten to turn off.

"You know," he said softly, "I know how you feel right now... I've been through this, everything is gray now, and you feel like the world has ended... but it hasn't." Patrick took a few seconds as if measuring every word to tell you. "Sometimes it's necessary to be at the bottom of the pit, to allow ourselves to feel... and then find ways to heal."

You looked at him, with a spark of curiosity. "And how am I supposed to heal?" you asked, your voice still trembling.

Patrick smiled, a warm and reassuring smile. "One step at a time."

You raised an eyebrow in question after hearing that phrase that you thought sounded like it was from a self-help book.

"I have an idea," said Patrick, standing up without letting go of your hand. "Have you had breakfast? Or lunch?"

You shook your head, remembering that the only thing you had done since you woke up was smoke a cigarette.

"Perfect. So, how about we go to the park for a picnic? I think some fresh air would do you good."

"Patrick..." you said with a tone of reproach, hesitating.

"Come on," he insisted with an encouraging smile. "I won't take no for an answer. I promise you'll feel better."

You made a pensive face, but the idea of going to the park was starting to sound appealing. Finally, you nodded slowly, with a spark of interest. Patrick's smile helped you accept the proposal.

You got up from the couch, still holding his hand. Before leaving, you quickly glanced at yourself in the hallway mirror. You looked tired and disheveled, but that didn't matter too much at that moment.

You saw Patrick walk to your room and noticed he turned off the radio. When he came back, he had your jacket and a scarf in his hands.

"It's freezing outside," he commented as he wrapped the scarf around your neck and helped you put on the jacket gently. "I want to make sure you don't get cold, okay?"

You couldn't help but smile. Although you knew he had always been a bit overprotective of you, this seemed like an exaggeration, but you wouldn't deny that it comforted you.

They left the apartment and walked to the park, buying a small cake (your favorite) and coffee on the way.

The cold breeze made you shiver, but the warmth of Patrick's hand in yours gave you a sense of security.When they arrived at the park, Patrick chose a spot near a beautiful fountain. The sound of running water was soothing, and the quiet atmosphere of the park helped clear your mind.

Patrick spread a blanket on the grass and arranged the things they had bought there.

"Come on, sit down," he said, inviting you to join him on the blanket.

You sat down next to him, resting your head on his shoulder, and in that position, they stayed for a long time.

You felt calmer and more cheerful. The attention he had paid to every detail since he arrived at the apartment made you feel special... and loved, again.

Now it just seemed like a normal day; everything you had cried about that day and the days before seemed distant next to Patrick.

While enjoying the cake and coffee, they talked about everyday things; Patrick told you some anecdotes with Pete, Joe, and Andy, related to the band and the small shows they were doing.

You talked to him about your studies, and also about how things were going at work.

Between laughter and kind words, little by little, the weight on your chest lightened.

"Thank you for everything, Patrick. Really," you finally said, looking him in the eyes. "I didn't know how much I needed this."

He noticed a very particular sparkle in your eyes, which made him smile, looking at you with tenderness.

Patrick put his hand on yours again, drawing small circles on it. "I'll always be here for you, keep that in mind next time... you're not alone... Okay?".

Now it was your turn to smile; you felt immensely happy to have this good and tender man by your side.

Regardless of the circumstances, Patrick always made you feel that he would be there, that he loved you, and that he would move heaven and earth to make you feel better.

He had never disappointed you. You were sure you had never met anyone like him, and you were also sure that men like him were extinct. And you felt lucky.

Patrick opened his arms, inviting you to cuddle up to his chest. You accepted almost immediately; you loved the perfume he used, his warmth, and everything that was a synonym for him.

The last rays of the sun slipped through the trees, tinting the sky with golden and orange tones reflected in the water of the nearby fountain.

You looked at the scene, and for a moment, you felt that everything would be fine. Patrick was your anchor, and at that moment, you knew that nothing bad that could happen to you would compare to what you felt when you were with him.

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Naughty or Nice - Pete Wentz x Reader

Prompt: N: Naughty or nice? (How has your character been this past year? Are they a trickster or a good of heart?) (from this list) Reader: Reader and Pete are married and have kids but no pronouns or gender specific terms are used Word count: 668

It was supposed to be a way to get the kids to bed. You knew that. Pete knew that. But instead? Absolute havoc.

Admittedly: most kids were all nice and followed their parents' instructions once they were reminded that Santa Clause would bring gifts only to the nice kids. And this close to Christmas, with decorations being put up all over the house, you had seriously expected it to work. Instead your five and three year old sons froze on the spot where they had been rolling around in their pyjamas on the carpet and the moment they looked up to you with shining eyes you knew you had messed up somewhere along the short way of a simple sentence.

“If naughty kids don’t get any presents from Santa,” the slow way the older of the two spoke even attracted Pete’s attention who had been sitting on the sofa scrolling on his phone, “then does Dad get any presents?”

Oh.

Shit.

“Uh, I guess,” you answered carefully, already knowing what direction this was about to go into. Judging by Pete’s widened eyes, so did he.

“But...” the three year old seemed to have caught up on his brother’s plan, “he was pretty naughty this year.”

Trying not to laugh, you raised an eyebrow at your husband who tried to sink as deep into the sofa cushions as possible.

“Oh really,” you mused, knowing they were about to tell you all the things Pete had done and successfully hidden from you. “I thought he was rather good this year. He planted lots of veggies for us to watch grow and eat, and he went on many hiking trips with us, and he read us many good night stories,...”

Taking the chance of the kids not jumping around wildly, you picked up the younger one into your arms, carrying him towards the kids’ bedroom. The older one followed without you having to say anything. And so did Pete, knowing he was about to be exposed.

“Daddy fell into the pool,” the child in your arms started telling you excitedly. “He still had his clothes on, and, and then he went into the house, and everything was wet and then he said it was the dog.”

Putting your son down on the bed you turned to Pete who stood in the door.

“I-”

“And!” His defence was interrupted by his older son, “We all played soccer in the living room, and he kicked that frame off the wall and said it was an earthquake.”

The excitement in the children’s eyes was precious. Somehow they even automatically tucked themselves in while spilling all of their father’s wrong doings over the past year.

“And he bought us chocolate pudding,” the younger one went on, “even after we’ve had sweets at home.”

“And you ate it!” Pete screeched as if his biggest secret had just been exposed.

“You told us too!” the five years old defended.

“Okay, okay, that's enough now,” you decided, lifting your hands up in the air. “I’m sure Santa knew all these things already, and will make sure Dad gets the correct amounts of presents.”

“What about us,” the two asked at the same time.

“Oh, Santa knows that you’ve been going to bed just like I asked right now, so maybe that will make up for eating chocolate pudding even after already having had sweets.”

You winked at them and kissed their small foreheads, wishing them a good night. Pete did the same, gently tucking the blankets in place before turning on the night light and switching off the ceiling lights.

Once you were back in the living room, you turned to face him.

“An earthquake, really?”

“Well…” embarrassedly he rubbed his neck.

“It was our wedding picture,” you scolded, trying not to laugh at how guilty Pete looked.

“I got it fixed,” he reminded you, pointing to the picture above the fireplace.

Rolling your eyes, you laughed a little. “Remind me again: why did i marry you?”

“Hey!”

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