#fall out boy fanfic

[lakemichiganlolita]

It's here

something special, someone sacred (explicit, m/m, 16 chapters, no ao3 warnings) themes: sugaring, daddy issues, age difference, domestic discipline, healing

A little lost as he approaches graduation, and unsatisfied with the college dating pool, Patrick connects via a sugar dating app with the established, much-older Pete, who turns out to be a little more broken than he seems. Their intense chemistry sparks new levels of intimacy for both, but they’re more alike than they think: their shared impulse to shy away from being deeply known tempts them to self-destruct, even more together than alone. Can raw physicality heal them, or will they find ways to see each other beneath and beyond the skin?

written by @lakemichiganlolita and illustrated by @greatxparty

new chapters released every couple of days!

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[butterflybandage222]

DO YOU WRITE RPF SMUT??

If you do, please consider filling out my little google form! I'm doing a group project about the ethics of rpf (smut specifically) and if it is morally okay to write and post. If you would like to answer a few questions to help me I would really appreciate it :3

I am looking for people who write rpf, not just read it.

Here's the form! Thank youuu!

(I hope the questions do not come off as accusatory, I am genuinely interested and want to defend you!)

[bsideheart]

Jo needs something -- rather someone -- to take the edge off after a disaster show.

so @bre3zycoins and i cooked up a little something 🤭 if you like girl out boy and trohley this might be the fic for you!!!

[misfits-in-motion]

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hyello !!! tis tooth again !!!! i wanted to share some guidelines abt writing/fanfics etc !!!

☞ requests are: open!! ☜

who i will write for:

- mcr

- fall out boy

- more tba

what i will write:

- fluff

- angst

- smut/nsfw

- most of anything tbh

- hcs/blurbs/shorts mostly

what i would like upon request:

- any deets you can give me !!

- masc, fem, nb/what pronouns

- scenario, obv

- im open to polyam requests too !!! basically anything !!!

KEEP IN MIND !! :

- i do not have a set writing schedule

- i do this for fun, and may want to stop

- my skills are debatable !!

- HOWEVER i am willing to work with peeps !! i just like to be silly !!!

perhaps more tba, but im feeling creative and shiz so yeah !!!

- tooth out

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[cynicaltodeath]

FALL OUT BOY RPF TUMBLR LISTEN UP tomark world is branching out into rpf world since i decided to add peterick into my tomark au, its still dm to get in tho so just send me a DM if u want the invite :3

[emobandyaoi]

ok who wants some random joetrick...hope u like the title LMFAO

[magic8tally]

The Art of Faking It (For the Airwaves) Chapter 4/4

Pete Wentz/Patrick Stump

There's a whole big list, in Patrick's head, of what he should've done, back when he had the chance to keep his life together. Should've been a little nicer. Should've been more appreciative of Metallica. Should've murdered Bob when he had the chance, because seriously, Bob, you're the fucking worst.

[xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx]

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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[dawn-0n-arrival]

latest chapter of my 16 candles fic is out!

and here we have: trohley shenanigans and a little bit of homoerotic blood drinking, as a treat.

[xx-scene-queen-fangz-xx]

I COMPLETED THE FIRST CHAPTER OF THE SANDDOLL FANFIC!!

[i-am-arkham-asylum]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: My Chemical Romance, Fall Out Boy, Bandom Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Mikey Way/Pete Wentz, Gerard Way & Mikey Way, Gerard Way & Pete Wentz, Implied Past Bert McCracken/Gerard Way Characters: Gerard Way, Mikey Way, Pete Wentz, Patrick Stump, Bert McCracken Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Marriage, Marriage Proposal, Secret Relationship, Long-Distance Relationship, Established Relationship, Summer of Like, Domestic Bliss, Hurt/Comfort, POV Outsider, Implied/Referenced Drug Addiction, Rehabilitation, Sibling Bonding, Befriending Your Brother In Law Pete Wentz Because He's Sad Series: Part 5 of vignettes from a married life Summary:

Gerard thinks this whole thing with Pete isn't going to last past the autumnal equinox. Not that Gerard is wishing for the demise of his brother's relationship. It's just he's been there – sang that song, done that dance – knows it ends with a broken heart.

OR

A timeline in which Gerard Way spends fifteen years watching his brother and Pete Wentz and what it means to be in love.

[a-smile-like-that]

Chapter 12!

I took you through some dark places folks, and I’m sorry! But here’s a bit of sunshine for our boys. They deserve it!

[puppylovinains]

HELP!!!!!

what s the best fob fan fic? please help VERY urgent!!!!!!!!!!!!

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[cynicaltodeath]

RPF WORLD IS NO LONGER DM TO GET IN it’s so teeny tiny I’ll let anyone join why nawt…like this post if u join https://discord.gg/pcbsdgBb2P