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windhamsrotunda · 10 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."

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buildarocketboys · 2 months

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Fluffy Peterick birthday fic for my fluffy Peterick birthday girlfriend @judasisgayriot (wait...that's not right...)

Happy 30th baby! (For a week ago lmao). Here's some Pete takes Patrick to the aquarium for his 30th birthday to celebrate <333

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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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graveyard-stray · 4 months

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Hey pookies, in honor of over 100 followers I’m gonna be taking a ton of requests so leave some requests, as detailed or vague as you want, in my inbox!

You can find a list of characters I take requests for here!

Thanks for 100 followers, love you all! <3

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partsoulmate-fullproblem · 3 months

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Pete has been pining over Patrick for a while and he isn't sure what to do. Andy tells him that he should make a move because Andy knows it will go well, so once they have a motel room to themselves, Pete and Patrick finally put it all on the table and oh, it ends really well and why haven't we been doing this earlier?

i spent 4 hours writing this after a bomb threat at my school put us on lockdown. it's mostly fluff and smut with one of my favorite lines i've ever written.

I have more Peterick works in my pinned post if you want more!

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suulponk · 2 years

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Hai! I've decided to start a bandom writing blog!! :]

I'll write for any member of Fall Out Boy, My Chemical Romance and Cobra Starship! I do X Readers (any gender, but i prefer to write gn or male). I also do member x member. I do any genre!

When requesting specify the person, reader pronouns (if applicable), genre and any specific ideas you have! I will not do anything that could be deemed "proship" (incest, pedophilia, noncon/cnc, zoophilia [including furries]) and if you were going to request something along those lines please block me!

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exceptonmidnightslikethis · 1 year

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The Last Of The Real Ones

Summary: This was supposed to be a song fic based on the song of FOB, but i decided to not include most of the lyrics. And Y/N is the wife of Patrick Stump just because i have a major crush on him since i can remember.

Genre: Drabble / Fluff / Angst

Notes: Please take it easy, this is my first fic.

Patrick was used to be alone. He said to his friends once that he felt like an only child of the universe basically, not because he was indeed an only child. In fact, he had a brother and a sister. But he never connected with them. Or to anyone, really. Most of his songs he usually wrote alone for the same reason. People just didn’t seem to understand him in a deep level. Well, that until he met y/n. She was in most of his classes in high school and was the one to tell him that he had the most beautiful voice she ever heard sing. That alone was enough to make him put aside his fears of stage and be more out there. Not long after, Patrick met the other guys and formed Fall Out Boy.

Y/N on the other hand went on with her life. He thought he was never going to see her again after graduation because she went to another country to College. But life likes to play with us. That’s was going into y/n mind when she stepped out of her friend’s office and bumped into Patrick, her old crush that she hadn’t seen in what? Almost eleven years? Must have been something like that. His childish smile was the same, though. And noticing that, she almost dropped the terapist indication her friend had just giving her. She was back in town but, as friends couldn’t be eachothers patients, she had to just trust that the indication would be just as good.

Patrick’s name was being called but you manage to give him a smile and a quick hi before he disappeared into the doors you had just come out of. There was approximately one million things running into his mind at that time, but somehow he managed to whisper an “I missed you” before going in. Those three words turned you head upside down, of course. You had been friends, but that was eleven years ago and long before he had become a musical sensation. And you would never want to look like a groupie, but truth be told, you just loved his songs.

The words that he said kept spinning around your head until you texted your friend at the end of the day. Yes, he was one of her patients. And no, she couldn’t give you his number, but of course you knew that. What you didn’t knew, on the other hand, was that he had asked her for the same thing in her office. And she was your friend, not your terapist, what meant that yes, she had given your number to him. But you’d only find that out later in the night, when he texted you from an unknown number.

“Y/n y/l/n? Same from music, literature, science and a great number of other classes from high school that i can’t remember right now? This is Pat. Save this number, but please don’t share it. Was good seeing you today again.”

You quickly responded. “Yeah, Patrick, this is y/n. And of course i won’t share it.. you’re like a rockstar now, right? Probably every single girl in the planet wants this number lol. I’m not crazy enough to even say that i have it out loud. People could, i don’t know, steal my phone or something just for this info.”

On the other side of the screen Patrick laughed at your answer. He had just finished a show and was eating with the boys when he decided to text you. Pete was trying to look at his phone now while Andy and Joe were on their on conversation. “Oh, that could be really dangerous, you know. But only if i give you Pete’s number. Then you’re doomed. Lol” You made a funny face while reading it. You remembered how insecure Patrick used to be in high school, but he couldn’t be like that anymore and also be all Michael Jackson in stage, right?

Still, you felt compeled to reply. “Oh, we shouldn’t let this happen then. Especially ‘cause, all do respect to Pete, he doesn’t have my favorite voice in the whole world, you know. And, tell me again, why are we texting and not at a call when i could be hearing that voice?” You bite your lip as you hit send. He takes his time and, for a minute, you think you ruined the whole thing. After all, it could be only friends reconnecting. But something inside you said that it was now or never.

Your face brightens when you see his face on the screen of your phone and answers the call. “Hey Pat.” You say. He can feel the smile in your voice. “Hey Y/N. Good to know i’m still your favorite singer.” You laugh nervously and replies. “What can I say.. I’m a sucker for a high lyric tenor like you.” He laughs and you can say for sure that he’s blushing. You remembered his vocal type in music class. “Tell me, Pat.. when will i get to see those beautiful blue eyes again? It’s been a long time.” You let the question linger. He doesn’t think much before he answer you. “Well, you seen them today as i recall, but i’m available whenever you are. In fact, what are you doing now?” You can’t help but laugh when you hear his answer. Things with Patrick was Always easy to you. Although no one around could understand how the two of you got along so well.

“Hm.. nothing, i think. It’s past one a.m.. What’s on your mind?” You asked. It took him a while to answer this time. “Would you mind if i visit? I mean.. now.” You think for only a second before answering. “No, not at all. I’ll text you the address. Just.. come alone, please. Nothing against the boys, of course, but we don’t want a commotion happening in my building right now. Will be hard enough to have you comming in without anyone disturbing you.” He laughs before responding. “Okay. I’ll see you in a few.” He wasn’t planning on sharing you with them anyway. At least not until he knew what he was dying to know since high school.

He texted you from the front door and you came to lead him inside. Thank goodness it was late, otherwise you wouldn’t be able to take him to your apartment with peace and quiet around both of you. He smiled at you with his hands in his pockets once you were both in your living room. “Oh, geez. I guess i should say this, just to make it clear, Pat. I don’t usually take guys to my apartment at this hour.” You smiled nervously and so did he. “I know you, Y/N. I know.” The time could have passed, but for him you were still the same beautiful girl. Woman now, he guess. But still, the same pure heart. The same real person.. the only who seemed to understand him and also drain all the fears from him. Next to you he felt like superman.

“So.. do you want something to drink?” You asks, mouth suddenly dry. “I’ll take a glass of water.” You served you both a generous glass of water and, a second later, dranked yours all in one huge gulp. He almost choked as he started laughing at you. He couldn’t tell why all of the sudden you were the one so nervous while he was chill. “Calm down, Y/N. I’m not going to bite.” He says, trying to help you let go of your nerves. “I wish you would. Then I could make sure you’re the same Pat from high school.” You responded. A second later you regretted saying realizing what it could sound like. But in the end you knew you meant it. The kisses both of you shared on the prom at high school was probably the best you’ve ever had, even though the bite he left on your neck got you in trouble for weeks.

Listening to this, he got closer. “Are you sure? I mean, i could.” The laugh was deeper this time. Sexier. “You know what i meant. Oh, god. My new therapist is totally screwed. I just scheduled a session with him and now all of this happen.” You blurted out. “Don’t worry, i won’t mention who exactly you are. I don’t mean to get you in trouble or something. Is just that.. all this.. is being unsolved for awhile now.” He laughs and you can’t help but laugh with him. “Oh, wait. I thought only my therapist knew all about you. And i mean literally all since i discovered today that she’s being your best friend since you’ve been roomates in college.” You hit your forehead with your hand. “I hope she didn’t tell you anything embarassing.” He smiled. “What if she did?” You came closer to him. “Then you would have to remind me to kill her.” His smile became larger. “Is it really that bad?” You shook your head. He wasn’t getting any more info then she already told him. “Well, if it helps, i can tell you why she gave me your number today.”

“I’m listening.” You reply as he gets even closer. At this point you could feel eachother’s breath. His smelled like mint, as always. “I told her how i’ve been head over heels for you since basically freshman year.” He had a straight face on now. No kidding. He was assuming his love for you. And it wasn’t even a dream. “And how I haven’t heard of this sooner?” You asked. “I meant to tell you the day after prom, but you had already moved.” He aswer quickly enough for you to know that it’s not a lie. “Well, Mr. Stump, that’s a shame. It could have saved us.. about eleven years. Since i’ve been in love with you too.” His beautiful blue eyes came closer to yours and you could even see the amazing yellow rings around the pupils that made his eyes so unique. You’d always draw them when you were distracted. “No. Fucking. Way.” He was so close your lips were almost touching. “Oh, now my new therapist will most certainly have to hear about you, Pat.” When you finished the sentence he closed the distance between your lips and you finally kissed.

It tasted exactly like eleven years before, but somehow better.

That’s probably why you never let him go again. And all that therapist talk got him inspired to do a song about you and how he wasn’t alone anymore.

#patrick stump #fob #fall out boy #fanfic #drabble #angst #fluff

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fic-ive-read · 1 year

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#patrick stump #pete wentz #fluff #songfic #suicidal ideation #suicidal thoughts #getting together

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americas1suiteheart · 2 months

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Can I Lay In Your Bed All Day?

Patrick Stump x Reader

Here's the Ao3 link if you prefer to read on there!!

Summary; No summary, just some tooth rotting fluff.

Notes; I literally came up with this while listening to Nobody Puts Baby In The Corner so this was quickly thought up.

Warnings; None, no profanity or anything.

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It had been the late weeks of autumn as it got closer to winter, and it was getting colder and colder in Chicago everyday and the wind was becoming more fierce by the passing hours. Unfortunately the radiator, which was probably older than your parents, didn't warm your room or house up all that much and stopped very often, so you would just have blankets piled up on top of you.

Thankfully, your best friends had working heaters that ran throughout their houses, and they were very kind to let you stay at their place for a couple hours or even stay the night when it was coldest.

"Hey, Patrick. Thank you so much for letting me come over, I think this was the coldest it's been so far, I would've frozen to death!" You joke, standing at Patrick's doorstep, bundled up all sorts as it was 20 some degrees outside.

"Yeah, of course Y/n. You know you're always welcome here, come in before you freeze." Patrick says with a smile on his face, closing the door after you'd already gone inside.

You take all of your coats and scarf off and hang them on his mom's coat rack, a spot always there for yours because of how often you were there now.

"Patrick, is that Y/n?" Patrick's mom called out from the kitchen.

"Yeah, they're here, mom!" Patrick called back.

You followed behind him into the kitchen and went to hug his mom when you saw her.

"Hey, Ms Stumph. How have you been?"

"Hey, Y/n. I've been the same since the last time you saw me 2 days ago. How about you, hon?" She joked.

"That's good. I've been cold, that's about the same it's been, though." You laugh.

Patrick smiled. He loves how you and his mom get along so well and how you two already knew each other well enough to be so close.

"Good thing it's nice and warm in here then. Alright, you two go and hang out, I'm making lunch now and I'll call you two over when it's done."

"Alright, mom. Thank you." Patrick says, hugging her.

Patrick begins walking out of the kitchen and you follow behind him, giving Ms Stump a thank you before leaving.

Patrick's house was always so homey. The brown carpet played throughout the floors of the home, the old brown wooden panels on the walls, and even the smell an old house has.

Patrick enters his room and sits on his bed, you going and sitting next to him.

"Do you want a blanket?"

"Please." You say, smiling at Patrick.

Patrick gets up and goes into his closet, pulling out a big blue and grey blanket.

"Here, both of us could share it." Patrick says, throwing the blanket at you and falls onto the bed.

You unfold it, that is if you could even call it folded when it was just lazily balled up, and spread it out, laying it on top of Patrick and it wrapped around you, still sitting up.

"Lay down, dude." Patrick laughs, patting the space next to him.

You'd always had a little crush on Patrick since you first became close friends with him that only grew every time you saw him or even just simply interacted with him whether it be on the phone or in person.

You lay next to him and get under the blanket more, looking at the ceiling covered with glow in the dark stars. (AN: You can't tell me he wouldn't have those little glow in the dark stars on his ceiling I mean, come on it's so him.)

It was now so much warmer than before, Patrick's warmth was radiating off of him and being under the blanket make it even warmer, and it didn't make it any different from how hot your face probably was at the moment.

The two of you just stayed under the blanket for what felt like forever, but you wouldn't complain about it and say you didn't like it.

"This is nice. We should do this more often, especially when it's gonna get colder in the winter." Patrick said, turning his head to face you.

"I agree." You prop up your head on your arm, now looking down at Patrick.

His eyes, oh my gosh, his eyes. It was always so nice to look into them, the colour was like one you've never seen before, it was his colour.

Suddenly there were two knocks at the door. "Lunch is ready if you two are hungry." Ms Stump says.

"Okay, thank you, mom!" Patrick shouts to make sure she heard.

You and Patrick stay in the same spot for a few more minutes, it becoming slightly more awkward as the minutes passed.

"Um, do you wanna go eat?" Patrick said, clearing his throat after sitting up.

You nod in response, getting off of his bed and following him behind as he did the same and headed into the kitchen.

Two bowls of tomato soup and two grilled cheese sandwiches sat on a paper plate on top of the counter. It was such a comfort food for you, and it was going to be so much better because of the cold.

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You and Pattick layed on his bed under the covers, it was still cold for you somehow, despite the heater being on and being under a blanket.

You debated on asking Patrick if you could get another one, but figured it'd be too much to ask for. Even if you two have been friends for a while, you were still hesitant and nervous on asking him of something, regardless of how many times he'd assured you it was fine and to not worry.

Appearantly you were being obvious about the fact that you were still cold.

"Are you still cold? Do you want me to see if I have any more blankets?" Patrick said, sitting up.

"No, no it's fine. Please just, please lay back down its warmer that way." You say, hesitantly saying the last part.

Patrick looks at you, mouth slightly agape. He had an expression on his face that you couldn't exactly pinpoint, wasn't a bad one, but that's only based off of what you were seeing.

"Uh, yeah, yeah. Um, totally." Patrick awkwardly says, his face slightly flushed as he laid back down underneath the blanket.

You don't even know if you were still cold at the moment, the scent of Patrick was filling your nose and it was the only thing you could think of now.

Patrick shivers slightly under the blanket, as the heater had just turned off a few minutes ago, and covers himself a little more.

You slowly scooched closer to Patrick, being no more than an inch away from him.

You continue to just stare at the stars on Patrick's ceiling. Noticing some of them were put on in the order of some constellations and you smile to yourself. He's so perfect in every way. He had a few shelves full of action figures and some lego star wars ships sitting on other shelves across the room. His room was small so it amazed you how much he was able to fit in his room, but he did it in a somewhat organized manner.

Patrick turns around and drapes one arm over your torso. You freeze for a few seconds, but quickly get comfortable to the feeling.

"Is this okay? I should've asked I'm sorry." Patrick says taking his arm off, his voice a little over the volume of a whisper.

"No, you're fine, please stay." You say, turning your body towards him.

You laid, cuddled into Patrick's chest as he held you, drawing shapes on your back and humming some song you didn't know.

You felt your eyes begin to get heavy, and soon enough you fell asleep. You'd definitely have to do this more often now.

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Towards the end I had NO CLUE what to do with it, so it's a little weird, sorry about that. This one was fun though.

#patrick stump x reader #patrick stump #Pre album fob #fob AU #fall out boy #pre hiatus fob #gender neutral reader

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mychemicalbarrett · 2 months

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windhamsrotunda · 9 months

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Shar's Updated Writing Pinned Post (8/9/23)

! Please note that I unfortunately no longer take requests as of right now !

(this list is going to be updated every so often)

Who I write / planning on writing for:

WWE:

Edge

Roman Reigns

James Drake (Schism)

Nathan Frazer (NXT)

Jimmy Uso

Jey Uso

Madcap Moss

Solo Sikoa

AEW:

Christian Cage

"Jungle Boy" Jack Perry

Alex Reynolds (dark order)

John Silver (dark order)

Wardlow

Erick Redbeard

Adam Cole

"Hangman" Adam Page

Music | Misc:

Oli Sykes (Bring Me The Horizon)

Matt Kean (Bring Me The Horizon)

Patrick Stump (Fall Out Boy)

Frank Iero (My Chemical Romance)

Ray Toro (My Chemical Romance)

Jamie Campbell Bower

Sam Bower

Chris Motionless (Motionless in White)

Vinny Mauro (Motionless in White)

Noah Sebastian (Bad Omens)

Kellin Quinn (Sleeping With Sirens)

What I write about:

Fluff, Angst, and Smut.

18+ Content (this is an 18+ only blog)

Male x Female! Reader one shots

Female x Female! Reader one shots (trying to get back into it, but will only write fluff and angst)

Links to some of my fics {mostly smut!}:

Edge & Christian (smut)

Heel!Edge (NSFW Alphabet)

Christian Cage (daddy issues)

Oli Sykes (NSFW alphabet)

Oli Sykes (smut fic)

Roman Reigns (smut)

Roman Reigns (smut 2)

Roman Reigns (smut 3)

Roman Reigns (smut 4)

Chris Motionless (car rides at midnight with Chris)

Chris Motionless (with those angel eyes)

Patrick Stump (fluff fic)

Wardlow (smut ficlet)

Wardlow (he's kinda hot though)

James Drake (Jagger Reid) Smut

#windhamsrotunda #shars masterlist #edge wwe #roman reigns #bray wyatt #christian cage #oli sykes #michael wardlow #wardlow #patrick stump #multi fandom #wwe #aew #fanfiction writer #fic writer #shars updated masterslist #smut #chris motionless

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patrickztump · 10 months

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Favorite Patrick Looks™️?

i did not forget about this, as a matter of fact i have been frothing at the mouth to answer it, but needed to get on the computer where i have Images to answer it properly.

save rock and roll era now, as i've said several times over, this could be in part because it's My fall out boy era and i hold it near and dear to my heart, but it also could be because his fashion sense was absolutely Perfect during this time. so let's break it down to the parts i love (drool over) the most:

layering: this will be a redundant category because i will be touching on the shirt choices as well, but i love the the jacket-shirt combos during this time. specifically the jean jackets, it makes me wish i too looked good in them but tragically i don't.

shirts: the button ups (or downs, however you say it) are some of my favorites, but i do enjoy a simple fitted black t. bonus points for when he rolls literally all his sleeves - long, short, jacket, shirt. (i also love this image because: why are you so disgusted, bb?)

hair / beard: the length was just right for poking out from under his hats, the fluff, the volume was *chefs kiss* when it was freed. i just love it. and how can i not love the beard? 2013 jingle ball era patrick is top tier for me.

honorary mention: american beauty/american psycho era looks:

this last image has been the wallpaper on my phone for months (tho a lighter edit) because he's just so. ugh. the lip bite gets me (see icon as well aksjdks).

also can i lastly say, the stump-o-matic is truly just as important as any article of clothing to me in terms of his stage looks. it really completes some of his fits for me because it's His and not just Some Guitar that Some Guy uses. weird, maybe, but it too is part of my favorite looks :')

#sorry this took so long!! i was just trying to find the photos that i felt best represented My favorite patrick looks #i could have googled but it would have taken even longer because i would have fallen down a rabbit hole lol #ask #ask game #freakwiththeknifecollection

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rosiedoestumblr · 11 months

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Patrick Stump: *fluffs every third lyric, probably because ADHD*

Bandom:

#bandom #fall out boy #patrick stump

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graveyard-stray · 4 months

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My Writer’s info

Got an idea for a story you wanna see? Leave it in the comments or my inbox and I might just do it!

Characters and fandoms I write for…

The Walking Dead:

Carl

Glenn

Daryl

Negan

Marvel:

Peter Parker(Tom or Andrew)

Norman Osborne

Bucky Barnes

Loki Laufeyson

DC:

The riddler (Paul Dano or Cory Michael Smith)

Oswald Cobblepot (Robin Lord Taylor)

Bruce Wayne (Christian Bale)

Johnathan Crane (Cillian Murphy)

Robin (Teen Titans)

Beast Boy (Teen titans)

Bandom:

Gerard way

Patrick Stump

Cillian Murphy:

Neil Lewis

Jackson Rippner

Thomas Shelby

Cillian Murphy (literally just

Him)

Brooklyn 99:

Jake Peralta

Harry Potter:

Harry

Ron

Fred or George

Neville

Ginny

Hermione

Draco

Lupin

Regulus

Sirius

James

Barty crouch jr.

Oliver Wood

Stranger things:

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Mike Wheeler

Will Byers

Dustin Henderson

Billy Hargrove

Doctor who:

10th Doctor

11th Doctor

13th Doctor

14th doctor

Donna Noble

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker

Han Solo

Obi-Wan

Luke Skywalker

Kylo Ren (hate sequels, love him)

LOTR:

Pippin

Sam-Wise

Frodo

Legolas

Aragorn

The Big Bang Theory:

Leonard

Howard

What I WILL write

Angst

Fluff

Most NSFW topics (there are a few things I won’t but just send me whatever and if it’s a no I’ll ignore your ask 💀)

What I WONT write

Beastiality

Mpreg

Omegaverse

Vore

DDLG

Pet play or age play

Anal/butt stuff (sorry💀)

Definitely more but this is all I can think of rn so submit whatever

#x reader #criminal minds #lord of the rings #Harry Potter #stranger things #peaky blinders #Cillian Murphy #the big bang theory #fanfic #marvel #dc comics #dc universe #teen titans #brooklyn nine nine #bandom

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strawbszz · 2 years

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༻MASTERLIST༺

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REQUESTS CLOSED

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Fluff💌

Angst❤️‍🩹

Comfort🫂

Alcohol/dr*gs🍻

Slight suggestive💗

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༻Gerard Way༺

x💌 x💌 x❤️‍🩹💌

༻Frank Iero༺

x💌 x💌 x💌🫂 x💌🫂 x💌🍻 x🫂❤️‍🩹

༻Mikey Way༺

x💌💗 x💌💗

༻Ray Toro༺

x💌🫂 x💌

༻Patrick Stump༺

Coming soon

༻Pete Wentz༺

Coming soon

༻Random༺

Kitkeithkat’s oc fic :P

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covenofthearticulate · 11 months

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Currents

current time: 11:09pm

current mood: fucking stressed and EXHAUSTED but so so so excited and accomplished. these past 3 weeks I’ve been working a summer camp for middle school kids (the first of FOUR camp sessions throughout the summer hahahaha i’m gonna be dead come august) and tomorrow is our FINAL day of camp with our final performance for friends and family. I’ve spent all week making props and costumes for these little buggers and they look so good, I’m so stoked for tomorrow— we perform on the same stage that LTROI finished on, and it’s MASSIVE so it’s really fun seeing the kids experience ~professional theatre~ for the first time

current activity: whoops I just said this in the last question but LOL i spent the last hour making a cardboard cartoon lightbulb prop and now i have to read an entire 120 page Real Adult Theatre play before a big important grown up meeting tomorrow :/

currently thinking about: i’ll be completely, totally, 100% honest with you: there is not a single goddamn thought in my head right now LOL these last few weeks have left me braindead, i’m just vibing tbh.

current favorite song: disloyal order of water buffaloes by fall out boy LISTEN i’m seeing FOB in 5 fucking days and their tour setlist is so WILD it’s full of random deep cuts which is AMAZING but also i’m kinda freaking out because i feel like a fake fan because even though I do love their early discography I don’t know every single lyric by heart and anyway I’m terrified of them playing a song that I won’t be able to sing along to so I’ve been listening to every album back to front on my commute to work LOL and I just totally forgot what a fucking banger album folie a deux is like jesus christ man. i love fob i don’t care if it’s cringe patrick stump owns my fucking heart.

currently reading:

POTUS: or, behind every great dumbass is seven women trying to keep him alive (for work)

Dracula: A Revenge Tragedy (for funsies)

currently watching: rewatching s1 of The Bear before I can dive into s2! goddamn, the dialogue in that show is so good

current favorite character: ONCE AGAIN i’m in a weird world where i spend my days straddling two fandoms with two characters that are absolute polar opposites. The Louis brainrot is real, but I’m also trying to be consistent in keeping up my Klaus Hargreeves rp blog. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: tumblr roleplay is such a great writing exercise for me because I can write little bite-sized chunks of 3-5 paragraphs and still feel accomplished, so I try to write at least one reply on my Klaus OR my Louis blog every day! Klaus tends to take over my brain in the spring/summer months because he’s extroverted and sunny, whereas my Louis muse tends to peak in autumn/winter months since he’s my cozy introvert boy.

current WIPs:

Louis/Armand kinkweek bondage/edging session :)

Rue Royale Family Era fluff piece around Bath Time in the Pointe du Lac household

Loustat mirror sex :)

I’m using this bullet point to formally apologize to folks who sent me prompts that never got filled LOL I do want to try to get to some of them eventually I just have so little spoons it’s tragic lol

tagged by: @hekateinhell hehe ty <3 tagging: @uncivilcivilservice @wicked-felina and anyone else who wants to hop in!!

#tagging game

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