#patrick stump fanfics

[mightystumpmachine]

patrick x female reader in pain so he pampers and snuggles with her

Heyyy! I had a blast writing this fic because I'm actually sick right now, so I wrote about how I'd love Patrick to take care of me :'(( Anyway, hope you enjoy it and come back soon with more ideas <3

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Wrapped in Love on Sick Days

(Patrick stump x Fem! Reader)

Summary: You wake up sick, but Patrick is there to take care of you.

Warnings: Nothing more than this can be extremely sweet. fluff.

Notes: English is not my native language, so if there are any errors here, let me know :D

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When you woke up that morning, a sharp pain throbbed in your chest. Breathing was difficult, at least today it was.

You were slightly trembling, and occasionally, you suffered from chills. You felt frozen, even a bit disoriented.

The sheets felt heavy on you and no matter how hard you tried to find a comfortable position, moving seemed to worsen the headache.

You decided to stay in bed, hoping the pain would pass. Patrick had gotten up early to do some things, but you knew he wouldn't be long in coming back.

After a little more than half an hour, you heard the front door close and immediately recognized Patrick's footsteps.

"_____, honey!" he raised his voice a little. "Are you home?".

"Patrick?" you asked, unsure if you had really heard his voice.

You heard the footsteps again, now approaching the bedroom hastily.

You could see him approaching the door frame, sliding towards the bed, and sitting next to you.

He smiled at you, but when he took your hands in his, he recognized that feverish warmth almost immediately.

Frowning, he brought the back of his hand to your forehead.

"Oh, love... how are you feeling?" he asked worriedly.

You groaned a little, shifting in bed. "Like I've been run over by three trucks".

Patrick smiled sideways and stroked your hair.

"No wonder you were so restless last night" he thought out loud. "I thought maybe you were having nightmares".

You shook your head. "I'm cold. Is the heating on?" you asked with difficulty.

Patrick looked at you with a pitying look; it broke his heart to see you suffer. He stood up and bent down to kiss your forehead.

"Love, it's not that cold, I promise you" he replied. "You're just running a high fever".

Whimpering, you pulled the blankets over your head.

Your boyfriend stood and slowly walked out of the room.

Peeking out from the covers, your hair and eyes visible, you watched him standing in the doorway.

"Don’t leave," you pleaded, voice barely audible and hoarse from illness.

"I won’t, just need to tell Pete we’re postponing band practice," he said while heading towards the kitchen, "I'll take care of you until you’re better."

You felt a little bad hearing that Patrick already had plans for today (but not that much, honestly). You needed him by your side because with him everything hurt less.

"I love you."

"Very convenient timing," he teased as he left for the kitchen.

You were left alone in the room, shivering slightly. You clutched the blankets to your body with the little strength you had and stayed that way, waiting for the cold to go away at some point.

you fell asleep when Patrick entered the room again, but this time with a tray carrying a cup and some toast.

"Sit up, ____," he said, placing the tray on the bed and sitting beside you, "My mom used to make this tea when I was sick as a kid. Hope it helps."

Sitting up slowly, Patrick supported your back with a gentle hand.

Accepting the tea, you took an immediate sip, wrinkling your nose at the ginger taste.

"Yeah, I know you hate ginger," he smiled, rubbing your back, "But it’ll help."

Nodding, you finally drank it before it cooled.

You only ate two slices of toast because you had no appetite at all, but you knew Patrick wouldn't let you go through the day with absolutely nothing in your stomach.

"If you're still like this tomorrow, I'll have to call the doctor" he warned, to which you only nodded.

"Thanks, Patrick" you whispered. "You're my angel".

Patrick helped you lie back down, adjusting pillows for comfort.

Ensuring you were well-covered, he stood.

"Maybe you should sleep a bit, darling," he suggested softly, clearly intending to leave the room.

Grasping his sweater sleeve, you pleaded, "No... don't go. Stay here... with me."

He looked at you tenderly and lay down next to you. You snuggled into his chest almost immediately, trying to absorb his body heat.

"Wow... you're affectionate today, huh?" he joked, wrapping his arms around you in an almost healing hug.

You laughed softly and shrank, feeling protected under him.

"Shut up" you reproached him, in a joking tone.

"We should do this more often" he whispered, enjoying the contact with you.

"Do you like seeing me suffer?" you feigned annoyance, to which he only chuckled softly.

"Let's say I like knowing you need me, baby" he replied flirtatiously.

You sighed and closed your eyes. You felt a bit of relief in Patrick's arms as you thought about what he had said.

You thought that you definitely should cuddle more often. You enjoyed every moment with him, but sometimes you had to admit you took it for granted.

"You know I love you, right?" you said suddenly.

"Yeah, ando I love you more than you could imagine" he replied immediately, looking for your face.

You looked at him with a small pout; he smiled tenderly and kissed you.

A kiss full of love and innocence that lasted only a couple of seconds.

When you parted, you hid back in his arms. Patrick only rested his chin on top of your head and pulled you closer to his body.

The only thing you could hear now was Patrick's heartbeat, beating right next to your ear.You smiled; those heartbeats had become the best melody Patrick could give you.After a while, both of you fell asleep. Enjoying only each other's company.

When you woke up, Patrick was still holding you. The first thing you saw was your beloved sleeping peacefully with his mouth slightly open, and you felt your heart melt with tenderness.

Incredibly, the headache had eased considerably, leaving only an echo of the former migraine.

On the other hand, you no longer felt the cold that had made you shiver just a few hours ago.

You didn’t feel completely well, but you had definitely improved.

You watched Patrick for a few seconds, enjoying the tranquility he emanated. He was breathing softly, and you could hear a very delicate snore.

You tried to move a little, trying not to wake him, but almost as if he was aware of you even while asleep, he opened his eyes.

He blinked quickly, trying to get his eyes used to the light in the room.

“Hi, beautiful” he smiled at you with a slightly hoarse and sleepy voice. “How are you feeling?”.

“Much better” you returned the smile. “Thank you for taking care of me, you’ve worked magic on me”.

Patrick sighed with relief and planted a kiss on your forehead.

“It’s been my pleasure, though it seems you still have a bit of a fever” he said, stretching to reach his cell phone on the nightstand.

It was four in the afternoon. He opened his eyes in surprise to see that they had slept almost eight more hours since the morning.

“Do you want to eat something and maybe watch a movie?” he proposed, looking at you with curiosity.

“Sounds like a great idea” you said, trying to get out of bed.

Patrick gently took you by the shoulders, laying you back in the same place you had been a few moments ago.

“I'll take care of it” he said as he kissed the back of your hand. “You deserve to be treated like a princess, just wait a moment”.

You let out a nervous giggle and agreed, not very convinced. You felt better, but you knew nothing would stop Patrick from being so attentive, especially with you being sick.

He was always like that. He treated you like a queen.

He went to the kitchen and returned after about half an hour. Now the tray that once carried tea and toast, was filled with two ham sandwiches, some crackers with cheese, a small bowl of popcorn, and two freshly squeezed juices.

He placed it on the bed and returned to his previous position, right next to you.

“You outdid yourself with this” you laughed as you took a bite of the sandwich.

“Everything is too little for you, you know?” he replied looking at you. “I love you, you are the sunshine of my life”.

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks at that sticky and unexpected comment.

“I love you too, you're my hero, you make me feel better just by being here with me” you smiled at him.

He lunged at you, leaving kisses all over your face, finally focusing on your lips, where he stayed for a long time.

“Stop it” you laughed between short kisses. “You’ll get sick too”.

Patrick moved only a few millimeters away from you, bumping noses. “If that means more time by your side, I'm willing to take the risk”.

You laughed again, seeing how Patrick enjoyed making you blush.

Still beside you, he turned on the TV and put on a random comedy movie.

Both of you settled in, him wrapping an arm around you while you rested your head on his shoulder. The movie started, and although you weren't fully focused on it, you felt calm and happy. Patrick's laughter resonated next to you, and you found yourself more focused on him than on the screen.

Halfway through the movie, Patrick glanced at you and saw you struggling to stay awake.

Although you felt better, your body was still weak.

“You should sleep a little longer, you need it”.

“I don’t want to sleep anymore” you protested almost like a little girl. “I want to enjoy this time with you”.

He smiled, feeling a strong urge to hug and kiss you at that moment. “I love hearing that, honey. But let's make a deal, okay? If you sleep and feel better… tomorrow we’ll go for a walk together… it’s been a while since we went out”.

You looked at him for a few seconds, but finally agreed; it was a good deal. Patrick was very good at negotiating. Then you thought Patrick was good at many things.

Without saying anything else, you snuggled closer to him and closed your eyes, letting his warmth and voice lull you to sleep.

The last thing you were aware of was Patrick kissing your head softly. It took almost no time for you to fall asleep like a baby again.

Patrick turned off the TV once he noticed you had fallen asleep again. He stayed a little longer by your side, watching your calm breathing and just admiring you.

As the afternoon turned into night, Patrick covered you with another blanket and decided to let you rest. He got up carefully, making sure not to wake you, although he immediately noticed you were in a very deep sleep.

Before leaving the room, he whispered: "Goodnight, sweetheart. I love you, hope you wake up feeling better."

He left the room, turning off the light and leaving the door slightly open so you could call him if you needed him.

[josephtrohman]

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[stumped-on-bennington]

Better Off as Lovers

Summary: your best friend has something he needs to get off his chest, but he's had a little too much to drink.

Pairing: Patrick Stump x best friend!reader

Reader's pronous used: none!

Word count: 903

You were a little sloshed at the time. Your best friend's band had just played a big show and now you were out at the after party, drinking like it was nobody's business. You made your way through the crowded room to where Patrick was.

He was a bright shade of red from drinking. He was humming and singing as he swayed in his seat, his eye opening slightly as you got closer. Patrick nearly fell out of his seat at the sight of you, catching himself on your shoulders.

“Y/N!” Patrick said, slurring his words slightly. He pulled you closer to him, smushing your face against his chest. “Ooohhh, Y/N. You are so precious. Look at you, so cuuuteee!”

You pull yourself up a little so you can look at Patrick and let out a laugh from how he was acting.

“Trick, you're getting flirty, I think you've had enough.” You say, still laughing.

“Noooo, I'm just telling you how cute you are and how much I love you. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me, Y/N.” Patrick said, clumsily leaning in the chair.

“I love you too, Trick.” You tell him, plopping down in the chair next to him.

“No you don’t. Not like I love you. You're just so cute and smart and amazing. I want to just give you everything in the world and call you mine.” Patrick says, his eyes closed and a smile plastered on his face.

You suddenly sobered up a bit, heat rushing to your face as you realized that your best friend had just confessed to you.

“Trick, I think you should really stop drinking now. You're starting to not make any sense.” You say, standing up and helping Patrick out of his seat.

You began to move him towards the door so you could get him back to his apartment. You walked out the door and down the street with Patrick's arm slung over your shoulder for support. The entire walk Patrick kept humming songs and stumbling at every step. After a long and cold walk, you arrive at the front door of Patrick's apartment. You use your spare key to open the door and struggle getting Patrick up the stairs.

Once inside, you drop Patrick down on the couch and turn back to close the door. You take off your coat and shoes and go into the kitchen and retrieve a glass of water and bring it to Patrick.

“Here, Trick. You need to drink some water.” You tell him, trying to put the glass in his hands.

“You're so cute when you worry about me.” Patrick hums. He lifts the glass towards his mouth and ends up dumping most of the contents onto himself.

You let out a sigh, helping Patrick back up and bringing him towards his room.

“Alright, you're probably better off just going to sleep. Go ahead and get that wet shirt off and get in bed.” You tell Patrick.

Patrick begins taking off his shirt, but gets the collar stuck on his head. You let out a sigh once again and begin helping Patrick get his shirt off. Once he gets his head through the collar, Patrick looks down at you and smiles.

“Y/N?” He says.

“Yes?” You answer back.

“Hi.” Patrick says, the biggest grin on his face as he giggles like a kid.

You begin to lead him to his bed, but before you know it, Patrick has wrapped his arms around you and is now pulling you onto the bed with him.

“Stay with me tonight, please?” Patrick says, his face now nuzzled into your shirt.

“Trick..” you begin to say.

“Just for one night, let me pretend that you're mine.” Patrick says, his voice no louder than a whisper.

“You don't have to pretend, Trick.” You say as you return the favor and wrap your arms around Patrick.

Soon, both of you are lost in sleep.

Bonus!:

The next morning you wake up, still in Patrick's arms. The light of the day gently peaking through the gaps in the blinds and dancing across Patrick's shirtless body.

Your heart drops for a second before you recall the events of the previous night. Once you have the situation settled in your mind, you fall back into ease. Soon Patrick starts to wake up as well, peaking one eye open to look down at you.

“Oh God, what did I do last night?” Patrick says, his voice hushed and husky with sleep.

“Well, you got really drunk, I brought you home, you spilled water all over yourself, and then said you wanted me to be yours.” You tell him, matching the hushed tone that he had.

Patrick began to blush and tried to bury his face into his pillow.

“And I've decided that I'd like that.” You say, somehow even quieter than your last sentence.

Patrick's head slowly rises back up to face you, “y-you.. what?” He says.

A warm smile spreads across your face as you see the shocked look he has.

“I said I would like to be yours. I think we'd be better off as lovers anyway.” You say as you bring your head closer to Patrick's chest, nuzzling into him. Patrick's shock slowly fades as he slowly pulls you closer to him, an equally warm smile growing on his face and he holds you closer.

[badnewswhatsleft]

2023 september - rock sound #300 (fall out boy cover) scans

transcript below cut!

WHAT A TIME TO BE ALIVE

With the triumphant ‘So Much (For) Stardust’ capturing a whole new generation of fans, Fall Out Boy are riding high, celebrating their past while looking towards a bright future. Pete Wentz and Patrick Stump reflect on recent successes and the lessons learned from two decades of writing and performing together.

WORDS: James Wilson-Taylor PHOTOS: Elliot Ingham

You have just completed a US summer tour that included stadium shows and some of your most ambitious production to date. What were your aims going into this particular show?

PETE: Playing stadiums is a funny thing. I pushed pretty hard to do a couple this time because I think that the record Patrick came up with musically lends itself to that feeling of being part of something larger than yourself. When we were designing the cover to the album, it was meant to be all tangible, which was a reaction to tokens and skins that you can buy and avatars. The title is made out of clay, and the painting is an actual painting. We wanted to approach the show in that way as well. We’ve been playing in front of a gigantic video wall for the past eight years. Now, we wanted a stage show where you could actually walk inside it.

Did adding the new songs from ‘So Much (For) Stardust’ into the setlist change the way you felt about them?

PATRICK: One of the things that was interesting about the record was that we took a lot of time figuring out what it was going to be, what it was going to sound like. We experimented with so many different things. I was instantly really proud. I felt really good about this record but it wasn’t until we got on stage and you’re playing the songs in between our catalogue that I really felt that. It was really noticeable from the first day on this tour - we felt like a different band. There’s a new energy to it. There was something that I could hear live that I couldn’t hear before.

You also revisited a lot of older tracks and b-sides on this tour, including many from the ‘Folie à Deux’-era. What prompted those choices?

PETE: There were some lean years where there weren’t a lot of rock bands being played on pop radio or playing award shows so we tried to play the biggest songs, the biggest versions of them. We tried to make our thing really airtight, bulletproof so that when we played next to whoever the top artist was, people were like, ‘oh yeah, they should be here.’ The culture shift in the world is so interesting because now, maybe rather than going wider, it makes more sense to go deeper with people. We thought about that in the way that we listen to music and the way we watch films. Playing a song that is a b-side or barely made a record but is someone’s favourite song makes a lot of sense in this era. PATRICK: I think there also was a period there where, to Pete’s point, it was a weird time to be a rock band. We had this very strange thing that happened to us, and not a lot of our friends for some reason, where we had a bunch of hits, right? And it didn’t make any sense to me. It still doesn’t make sense to me. But there was a kind of novelty, where we could play a whole set of songs that a lot of people know. It was fun and rewarding for us to do that. But then you run the risk of playing the same set forever. I want to love the songs that we play. I want to care about it and put passion into what we do. And there’s no sustainable way to just do the same thing every night and not get jaded. We weren’t getting there but I really wanted to make sure that we don’t ever get there. PETE: In the origin of Fall Out Boy, what happened at our concerts was we knew how to play five songs really fast and jumped off walls and the fire marshal would shut it down. It was what made the show memorable, but we wanted to be able to last and so we tried to perfect our show and the songs and the stage show and make it flawless. Then you don’t really know how much spontaneity you want to include, because something could go wrong. When we started this tour, and we did a couple of spontaneous things, it opened us up to more. Because things did go wrong and that’s what made the show special. We’re doing what is the most punk rock version of what we could be doing right now.

You seem generally a lot more comfortable celebrating your past success at this point in your career.

PETE: I think it’s actually not a change from our past. I love those records, but I never want to treat them in a cynical way. I never want there to be a wink and a smile where we’re just doing this because it’s the anniversary. This was us celebrating these random songs and we hope people celebrate them with us. There was a purity to it that felt in line with how we’ve always felt about it. I love ‘Folie à Deux’ - out of any Fall Out Boy record that’s probably the one I would listen to. But I just never want it to be done in a cynical way, where we feel like we have to. But celebrating it in a way where there’s the purity of how we felt when we wrote the song originally, I think that’s fucking awesome. PATRICK: Music is a weird art form. Because when you’re an actor and you play a character, that is a specific thing. James Bond always wears a suit and has a gun and is a secret agent. If you change one thing, that’s fine, but you can’t really change all of it. But bands are just people. You are yourself. People get attached to it like it’s a story but it’s not. That was always something that I found difficult. For the story, it’s always good to say, ‘it’s the 20th anniversary, let’s go do the 20th anniversary tour’, that’s a good story thing. But it’s not always honest. We never stopped playing a lot of the songs from ‘Take This To Your Grave’, right? So why would I need to do a 20-year anniversary and perform all the songs back to back? The only reason would be because it would probably sell a lot of tickets and I don’t really ever want to be motivated by that, frankly. One of the things that’s been amazing is that now as the band has been around for a while, we have different layers of audience. I love ‘Folie à Deux’, I do. I love that record. But I had a really personally negative experience of touring on it. So that’s what I think of when I think of that record initially. It had to be brought back to me for me to appreciate it, for me to go, ‘oh, this record is really great. I should be happy with this. I should want to play this.’ So that’s why we got into a lot of the b-sides because we realised that our perspectives on a lot of these songs were based in our feelings and experiences from when we were making them. But you can find new experiences if you play those songs. You can make new memories with them.

You alluded there to the 20th anniversary of ‘Take This To Your Grave’. Obviously you have changed and developed as a band hugely since then. But is there anything you can point to about making that debut record that has remained a part of your process since then?

PETE: We have a language, the band, and it’s definitely a language of cinema and film. That’s maintained through time. We had very disparate music tastes and influences but I think film was a place we really aligned. You could have a deep discussion because none of us were filmmakers. You could say which part was good and which part sucked and not hurt anybody’s feelings, because you weren’t going out to make a film the next day. Whereas with music, I think if we’d only had that to talk about, we would have turned out a different band. PATRICK: ‘Take This To Your Grave’, even though it’s absolutely our first record, there’s an element of it that’s still a work in progress. It is still a band figuring itself out. Andy wasn’t even officially in the band for half of the recording, right? I wasn’t even officially the guitar player for half of the recording. We were still bumbling through it. There was something that popped up a couple times throughout that record where you got these little inklings of who the band really was. We really explored that on ‘From Under The Cork Tree’. So when we talk about what has remained the same… I didn’t want to be a singer, I didn’t know anything about singing, I wasn’t planning on that. I didn’t even plan to really be in this band for that long because Pete had a real band that really toured so I thought this was gonna be a side project. So there’s always been this element within the band where I don’t put too many expectations on things and then Pete has this really big ambition, creatively. There’s this great interplay between the two of us where I’m kind of oblivious, and I don’t know when I’m putting out a big idea and Pete has this amazing vision to find what goes where. There’s something really magical about that because I never could have done a band like this without it. We needed everybody, we needed all four of us. And I think that’s the thing that hasn’t changed - the four of us just being ourselves and trying to figure things out. Listening back to ‘Folie’ or ‘Infinity On High’ or ‘American Beauty’, I’m always amazed at how much better they are than I remember. I listened to ‘MANIA’ the other day, and I have a lot of misgivings about that record, a lot of things I’m frustrated about. But then I’m listening to it and I’m like ‘this is pretty good.’ There’s a lot of good things in there. I don’t know why, it’s kind of like you can’t see those things. It’s kind of amazing to have Pete be able to see those things. And likewise, sometimes Pete has no idea when he writes something brilliant, as a lyricist, and I have to go, ‘No, I’m gonna keep that one, I’m gonna use that.’

On ‘So Much (For) Stardust’, you teamed up with producer Neal Avron again for the first time since 2008. Given how much time has passed, did it take a minute to reestablish that connection or did you pick up where you left off?

PATRICK: It really didn’t feel like any time had passed between us and Neal. It was pretty seamless in terms of working with him. But then there was also the weird aspect where the last time we worked with him was kind of contentious. Interpersonally, the four of us were kind of fighting with each other… as much as we do anyway. We say that and then that myth gets built bigger than it was. We were always pretty cool with each other. It’s just that the least cool was making ‘Folie’. So then getting into it again for this record, it was like no time has passed as people but the four of us got on better so we had more to bring to Neal. PETE: It’s a little bit like when you return to your parents’ house for a holiday break when you’re in college. It’s the same house but now I can drink with my parents. We’d grown up and the first times we worked with Neal, he had to do so much more boy scout leadership, ‘you guys are all gonna be okay, we’re gonna do this activity to earn this badge so you guys don’t fucking murder each other.’ This time, we probably got a different version of Neal that was even more creative, because he had to do less psychotherapy. He went deep too. Sometimes when you’re in a session with somebody, and they’re like, ‘what are we singing about?’, I’ll just be like, ‘stuff’. He was not cool with ‘stuff’. I would get up and go into the bathroom outside the studio and look in the mirror, and think ‘what is it about? How deep are we gonna go?’ That’s a little but scarier to ask yourself. If last time Neal was like a boy scout leader, this time, it was more like a Sherpa. He was helping us get to the summit.

The title track of the album also finds you in a very reflective mood, even bringing back lyrics from ‘Love From The Other Side’. How would you describe the meaning behind that title and the song itself?

PETE: The record title has a couple of different meanings, I guess. The biggest one to me is that we basically all are former stars. That’s what we’re made of, those pieces of carbon. It still feels like the world’s gonna blow and it’s all moving too fast and the wrong things are moving too slow. That track in particular looks back at where you sometimes wish things had gone differently. But this is more from the perspective of when you’re watching a space movie, and they’re too far away and they can’t quite make it back. It doesn’t matter what they do and at some point, the astronaut accepts that. But they’re close enough that you can see the look on their face. I feel like there’s moments like that in the title track. I wish some things were different. But, as an adult going through this, you are too far away from the tether, and you’re just floating into space. It is sad and lonely but in some ways, it’s kind of freeing, because there’s other aspects of our world and my life that I love and that I want to keep shaping and changing. PATRICK: I’ll open up Pete’s lyrics and I just start hearing things. It almost feels effortless in a lot of ways. I just read his lyrics and something starts happening in my head. The first line, ‘I’m in a winter mood, dreaming of spring now’, instantly the piano started to form to me. That was a song that I came close to not sending to the band. When I make demos, I’ll usually wait until I have five or six to send to everybody. I didn’t know if anyone was gonna like this. It’s too moody or it’s not very us. But it was pretty unanimous. Everyone liked that one. I knew this had to end the record. It took on a different life in the context of the whole album. Then on the bridge section, I knew it was going to be the lyrics from ‘Love From The Other Side’. It’s got to come back here. It’s the bookends, but I also love lyrically what it does, you know, ‘in another life, you were my babe’, going back to that kind of regret, which feels different in ‘Love From The Other Side’ than it does here. When the whole song came together, it was the statement of the record.

Aside from the album, you have released a few more recent tracks that have opened you up to a whole new audience, most notably the collaboration with Taylor Swift on ‘Electric Touch’.

PETE: Taylor is the only artist that I’ve met or interacted with in recent times who creates exactly the art of who she is, but does it on such a mass level. So that’s breathtaking to watch from the sidelines. The way fans traded friendship bracelets, I don’t know what the beginning of it was, but you felt that everywhere. We felt that, I saw that in the crowd on our tour. I don’t know Taylor well, but I think she’s doing exactly what she wants and creating exactly the art that she wants to create. And doing that, on such a level, is really awe-inspiring to watch. It makes you want to make the biggest, weirdest version of our thing and put that out there.

Then there was the cover of Billy Joel’s ‘We Didn’t Start The Fire’, which has had some big chart success for you. That must have taken you slightly by surprise.

PATRICK: It’s pretty unexpected. Pete and I were going back and forth about songs we should cover and that was an idea that I had. This is so silly but there was a song a bunch of years ago I had written called ‘Dark Horse’ and then there was a Katy Perry song called ‘Dark Horse’ and I was like, ‘damn it’, you know, I missed the boat on that one. So I thought if we don’t do this cover, somebody else is gonna do it. Let’s just get in the studio and just do it. We spent way more time on those lyrics than you would think because we really wanted to get a specific feel. It was really fun and kind of loose, we just came together in Neal’s house and recorded it in a day. PETE: There’s irreverence to it. I thought the coolest thing was when Billy Joel got asked about it, and he was like, ‘I’m not updating it, that’s fine, go for it.’ I hope if somebody ever chose to update one of ours, we’d be like that. Let them do their thing, they’ll have that version. I thought that was so fucking cool.

It’s also no secret that the sound you became most known for in the mid-2000s is having something of a commercial revival right now. But what is interesting is seeing how bands are building on that sound and changing it.

PATRICK: I love when anybody does anything that feels honest to them. Touring with Bring Me The Horizon, it was really cool seeing what’s natural to them. It makes sense. We changed our sound over time but we were always going to do that. It wasn’t a premeditated thing but for the four of us, it would have been impossible to maintain making the same kind of music forever. Whereas you’ll play with some other bands and they live that one sound. You meet up with them for dinner or something and they’re wearing the shirt of the band that sounds just like their band. You go to their house and they’re playing other bands that sound like them because they live in that thing. Whereas with the four of us and bands like Bring Me The Horizon, we change our sounds over time. And there’s nothing wrong with either. The only thing that’s wrong is if it’s unnatural to you. If you’re AC/DC and all of a sudden power ballads are in and you’re like, ‘Okay, we’ve got to do a power ballad’, that’s when it sucks. But if you’re a thrash metal guy who likes Celine Dion then yeah, do a power ballad. Emo as a word doesn’t mean anything anymore. But if people want to call it that, if the emo thing is back or having another life again, if that’s what’s natural to an artist, I think the world needs more earnest art. If that’s who you are, then do it. PETE: It would be super egotistical to think that the wave that started with us and My Chemical Romance and Panic! At The Disco has just been circling and cycling back. I  remember seeing Nikki Sixx at the airport and he was like, ‘Oh, you’re doing a flaming bass? Mine came from a backpack.’ It keeps coming back but it looks different. Talking to Lil Uzi Vert and Juice WRLD when he was around, it’s so interesting, because it’s so much bigger than just emo or whatever. It’s this whole big pop music thing that’s spinning and churning, and then it moves on, and then it comes back with different aspects and some of the other stuff combined. When you’re a fan of music and art and film, you take different stuff, you add different ingredients, because that’s your taste. Seeing the bands that are up and coming to me, it’s so exciting, because the rules are just different, right? It’s really cool to see artists that lean into the weirdness and lean into a left turn when everyone’s telling you to make a right. That’s so refreshing. PATRICK: It’s really important as an artist gets older to not put too much stock in your own influence. The moment right now that we’re in is bigger than emo and bigger than whatever was happening in 2005. There’s a great line in ‘Downton Abbey’ where someone was asking the Lord about owning this manor and he’s like, ‘well, you don’t really own it, there have been hundreds of owners and you are the custodian of it for a brief time.’ That’s what pop music is like. You just have the ball for a minute and you’re gonna pass it on to somebody else.

We will soon see you in the UK for your arena tour. How do you reflect on your relationship with the fans over here?

PETE: I remember the first time we went to the UK, I wasn’t prepared for how culturally different it was. When we played Reading & Leeds and the summer festivals, it was so different, and so much deeper within the culture. It was a little bit of a shock. The first couple of times we played, I was like, ‘Oh, my God, are we gonna die?’ because the crowd was so crazy, and there was bottles. Then when we came back, we thought maybe this is a beast to be tamed. Finally, you realise it’s a trading of energy. That made the last couple of festivals we played so fucking awesome. When you really realise that the fans over there are real fans of music. It’s really awesome and pretty beautiful. PATRICK: We’ve played the UK now more than a lot of regions of the states. Pretty early on, I just clicked with it. There were differences, cultural things and things that you didn’t expect. But it never felt that different or foreign to me, just a different flavour… PETE: This is why me and Patrick work so well together (laughs).  PATRICK: Well, listen; I’m a rainy weather guy. There is just things that I get there. I don’t really drink anymore all that much. But I totally will have a beer in the UK, there’s something different about every aspect of it, about the ordering of it, about the flavour of it, everything, it’s like a different vibe. The UK audience seemed to click with us too. There have been plenty of times where we felt almost more like a UK band than an American one. There have been years where you go there and almost get a more familial reaction than you would at home. Rock Sound has always been a part of that for us. It was one of the first magazines to care about us and the first magazine to do real interviews. That’s the thing, you would do all these interviews and a lot of them would be like ‘so where did the band’s name come from?’ But Rock Sound took us seriously as artists, maybe before some of us did. That actually made us think about who we are and that was a really cool experience. I think in a lot of ways, we wouldn’t be the band we are without the UK, because I think it taught us a lot about what it is to be yourself.

Fall Out Boy’s ‘So Much (For) Stardust’ is out now via Fueled By Ramen.

[americas1suiteheart]

omg i actually love your work, could you make a patrick x fem! reader with the one bed trope? like maybe the bus broke down during a tour and the other guys got rooms before they did, and there’s only one room left, with only one bed. doesn’t have to be anything suggestive, i just love seeing a flustered patrick 🤭🤭🤭

OMG!! One bed tropes are my absolute favourite!! There'll be a BUNCH of fluffy stuff and flustered Patrick, just like you asked. Thank you so much for this ask!

(*Might* make a suggestive NSFW kinda version of this but keep the story kind of the same because I just want to.. take this with a grain of salt..)

Just One Bed?

Patrick Stump x Gn! Reader

Summary; It was halfway through the tour, and halfway to the next city, but just to everyone's luck, the bus had some unfortunate issues. Needing everyone out of the bus to be fixed, you found the cheapest motel, and just to yours and Patrick's luck, you two had to share a room, and a bed.

Notes; I love pre-hiatus Patrick so much you have no idea, so let's just say around Infinity? Anyway, it's currently December as I'm starting this so it's been put off for a while😭

Warnings; Just foul language.

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Everyone was sitting on the small tour bus couch, or a pulled up dining chair, with a game of Monopoly set up on the small "dinner" table you had in there.

"You owe me 100! You landed on my property, Patrick!" Pete bickered.

"No I don't! It's only set at 50, look at the card, dude!"

You sipped on your soda as you watched the two fight. You'd assume that they'd be more mature, but honestly, Monopoly tended to bring out the absolute worst in everyone. Your family was another good example of this.

"Patrick, just give Pete the 100 so we can get going with the game." Joe groans.

"That's not fair though! It's 50 and I know it's 50, he's just laundering money! I'm not giving him a fucking 100!" Patrick exclaims, making it sound like Pete was commiting actual crimes in the game.

Well.. he was, to be fair.

"Pete, you're getting 50 less, just take the 50 or you're not getting anything, we need to continue the game." You sigh.

"You're only saying that because Patrick's your favourite.." Pete pouts.

You shoot a glare at him and continue sipping your soda.

Patrick picks a 50 out of his stack and hands it to Pete. Pete takes it and puts it into his very messy and unorganised stack of the fake paper bills.

"Finally.. It's your turn now, Joe." You sigh.

These past 30 minutes into the game have been nothing but unhappy groans and sighs. Didn't help everyone was tired, but Pete suggested some "bonding time", that didn't seem to be going too well so far.

Joe picks up the set of dice and throws it onto the board. Only for them to be completely knocked off the table along with other pieces on the board. A large bump going along with it.

"Dammit! We can't do shit!" Joe curses.

A hiss and sputter come from the left side of the bus, making your face scrunch up in confusion.

"What the hell was that? Do you guys hear that?" You ask as you look around at the scattered pieces and spilt can of soda on the floor. That's gonna be annoying to clean with a paper towel.

"Guess that means we can sleep, goodnight." Andy says, throwing his fake paper bills carelessly on the table and walking off.

You sigh and get up from your seat, going up to ask the drivers what had happened, only to find them outside.

"Uh, hey, do you guys know what happened?" You ask.

"Well, we hit a pothole on the way and it ended up popping our front left tire, and it's pretty bad. I don't know how long it's going to take for us to get this fixed." The driver explains.

"Will we still be able to sleep here?"

"Probably not. Everyone will probably have to end up getting a place to stay for the night. We'll be lucky if we're even able to get back on the road on time tomorrow morning."

You nod and go back into the bus, poking your head in to see Pete and Patrick arguing about something.

"Hey, guys. So, the bus's tire popped so we kinda have to find somewhere to stay." You explain.

"What? Can't we just stay in here?" Joe asks.

You pull your lips into a thin line and shake your head, earning a groan from him.

"I talked to Rickey and he said we'll have to get rooms. I didn't argue with him, he's the one driving. If I had a choice to stay here, I would."

You sit back down in your seat and sigh. You were already so tired, and to hear that you would have to wait even longer to sleep frustrated you. You already knew you were going to be grumpy tomorrow morning.

"I don't think anyone has any connections to anyone here, huh?" Joe asks.

Everyone looks at each other, shaking their heads with a sigh.

"So we're gonna have to find a motel or something? Where even is the nearest one?" You look around.

Patrick pulls out his computer and looks for a while, eventually turning it around and showing everyone else the screen.

"I don't know, guys. The nearest one is kinda far away, like, I'm talking 100 some miles far." He explains

"How would we even get there? I think right now the bus will only get us so far, and we obviously can't walk.."

"You guys know taxis exist, right? Just call one over here, y'know." Pete shrugs.

"Wow, Pete. That's actually the smartest thing you've said all day, good job." Joe snickers.

Pete kicks him from under the table, earning a hiss and glare from Joe.

You felt bad that no one ever took Pete seriously sometimes, but with some of the shit that he's pulled over the period of time you've known them, it was for a decent reason.

"I'll call one now. Y/n, do you think you can go get Andy?" Patrick asks, dialing a number into his phone.

You walk into the sleeping quarters and go to Andy's bunk, pulling open the curtain to wake him up.

"Dude.. I'm trying to sleep." Andy groans, covering his face with his arm.

"We have to leave. The bus broke down and needs to be taken to a shop or something, so we have to find a place to stay. Patrick's calling to see if he can get a cab to come out here right now." You explain before going back into the living area, leaving Andy to be.

"..yes, yeah, it's just on the left shoulder of the road. Alright, thank you." Patrick says, before hanging up his phone.

"I take it you guys got a cab?"

"Yup. Joe found a motel close by, too. The cab should be here in about 20 minutes." Patrick says, turning his attention towards you.

You hum and go back into the sleeping quarters, packing a small tote bag with "pajamas" (which in reality was just an old pair of sweatpants from high school and a T-shirt from when the band was just starting out.) and an outfit for tomorrow.

The boys did the same, all but Pete's put in a similar manner. Joe picked his clothes and folded them, Patrick and Andy did the same.

"Hey, can I put my clothes in your bag? I don't wanna carry them," Pete asks with a yawn.

You look at him and roll your eyes with a sigh, "Sure. Toss it in there," You say, pushing the bag closer to him with your foot.

"Awesome! You're the man, Y/n," Pete exclaims.

You liked his enthusiasm, though with your state of tiredness you frankly found it a bit irritating.

You bounced your leg up and down impatiently and yawned. You were really tired. The one night that Pete decided to "make" everyone stay up later to bond, is the one night where you have to stay up even later just to wait for a cab to come out to seemingly the middle of nowhere.

The 20 minutes you waited soon felt like hours, each second feeling more like a minute.

Once the cab finally arrived, all of you tiredly grabbed your bags and exited the bus. Putting your bags into the trunk before cramming into the backseat of the car with Andy sitting in the front.

"Where to?" The cab driver asked, turning to Andy.

"The nearest motel if you can."

The driver nodded and began onto the road.

Pete grumbled and complained the whole time about not being able to get the front. And while you would typically get annoyed at this, you totally got where he was coming from. Four adults crammed into the backseat of a small car wasn't something that would typically be comfortable.

Halfway through the ride you felt yourself nodding off, and after trying your best to keep your eyes open, you finally gave in, leaning onto the shoulder of the person on your left.

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"...Y/n, wake up. Hey,"

You were awoken by your shoulder being gently shaken and a voice.

Your eyes flutter open and you yawn looking up to see Patrick with a sleepy look on his face.

"We're at the motel. We gotta get out so the cab driver can go, you can sleep when you get your room, okay? I'll help you with your stuff." He says, helping you out.

"No, I'm.. I should be fine," you say, stopping halfway to yawn.

Once you come out of your sleepy state, you get your wallet out of your back pocket and grab a 20 dollar bill, handing it to the cab driver as an apology for not only the long drive, but also staying extra because of you.

You quietly walk with Patrick to the check in office, your feet dragging along.

You put an arm over your face and squint, the fluorescent lights that laminated the room hurt your eyes and you were able to hear the buzzing of it. It smelt of cheap car air fresheners, on top of something else you couldn't quite place your finger on that those air fresheners were failing to cover.

Patrick cleared his throat, trying to get the attention of the person behind the counter.

"Yes?" The clerk says, looking up from his magazine.

"Um, can we just get two single bed rooms for one night?" Patrick asks awkwardly.

The clerk rolls his eyes and gets up, looking at the keys for the rooms.

"There's only one single bed room left,"

Your eyes widen and you look at Patrick, then back at the man.

"Are you sure there aren't any available rooms left? Not even one?" You ask.

"What do you think. They're all booked, okay? Do you want the room or not?" The man said, an annoyed, tired expression on his face.

"Yeah, we'll take it." Patrick abruptly says.

"Patrick–"

"Here's the key. Room 014. Enjoy your stay, the bed is real firm," The man says, handing Patrick the motel keys. "Check out time tomorrow is 12:10pm or earlier,"

"Okay, have a great night." Patrick bids the man a goodnight and walks out with you.

The two of you walk up the room and open it. It smelt of musk and had cobwebs in the corner of the room, indicating it hasn't been occupied or cleaned in a while.

You and Patrick place your bags on the floor. "I'm, uh.. I'm going to go and change in the bathroom, okay? Let me know when you're finished,"

You turn to him, "Alright. I shouldn't take too long. Thank you, Pat," You reply.

That nickname started about a month into the first tour you went along with the band. Apparently according to Joe, he never let anyone call him that. But with you, it was an entirely different story. He could never help but blush when you called him that, because it was only you that did. That he allowed you to.

He nods and looks away to try and hide the ferocious blush that was startinv to go up to his ears and goes through his bag to find his pajamas. Which, just like you, was just a random shirt and pajama pants. Batman pajama pants.

You smile at the choice of his and do the same and change into your own pajamas, but as you do so halfway, you notice that a plastic bag was in your bag.

Pete left his stuff.

You sigh and finish getting ready and take the bag out before knocking on the restroom door.

"Hey, Patrick. I'm finished so you can come out if you are, too. Pete left his bag in mine so I'm gonna go take it to him,"

Patrick opens the door, his hair messy presumably from changing into a new shirt.

"You know which room they're in?" Patrick asks.

"Nope, I'll just knock on every door until I find him," You joke.

"I don't think that's a very good idea, Y/n," Patrick responded seriously.

"I was just joking. I'll text Andy since he's most likely to respond. He was in the check-in room with Joe and Pete so he should know,"

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You walk over to the room Pete and Joe were staying in, seems like Andy and me and Patrick were the ones that got stuck with the single bed rooms. Andy on the other hand was luckier.

You knocked on the door, the plastic bag in your hand crinkling, waiting for the door to open.

"Y/n! You're a life saver, I thought I was going to have to sleep in my jeans," Pete exclaimed.

You look at him, your brows furrowed and a slight smirk on your face, "Haven't you done that before, though? I mean, I could list a bunch of weird crazy shit you've done more than once,"

Pete rolls his eyes and takes the bag from your hands, "Have fun sleeping with Patrick, he snores!" he says, sticking out his tounge before shutting the door.

You stood there flustered. How the hell did he know?

You flinch at the noise and huff, turning around and walking back to the room you and Patrick would be staying in.

'Shit, the key,' You think to yourself as I feel my pockets and noticed the key was no longer with me. 'I hope I didn't drop it.'

You knock on the door and wait, hoping that Patrick wasn't asleep yet. A more neatly, put together Patrick opens the door and lets you in after realizing it was you.

"I think I forgot the key in here," You laugh as you look on both nightstands, then the desk, and finally the restroom, you were unable to find it.

"God I'm too tired for this right now.." You groan.

'I'll find it later in the morning.'

"It's 3:22 am, I'm pretty sure that's normal," Patrick laughs before laying a pillow down the middle of the small bed and getting under the covers.

You turned off the lights and got under the covers which were unfortunately itchy and left you a little cold, though struggling to not fall off due to the lack of open space. You would just have to deal with it unfortunately.

But you couldn't.

You closed your eyes over and over again trying to make yourself fall asleep. You turned and tossed, you counted sheep, listened to the sound of your breathing and heartbeat for about 10 minutes already, now you've been staring at the ceiling as if that would help.

"Patrick, are you awake?" You asked looking to the right of you to see him doing the same as you.

"Yeah. Can't sleep for some reason," Patrick sighs and turns to his side facing you.

"I don't have any space, I think I'm going to fall off," You giggle.

Patrick hesitates for a second before saying, "I can take the pillow off from the middle,"

You think about it for a second but before you could even think rationally and just deal with it, you automatically blurt out, "That'd be awesome."

Once he removes the pillow and tosses it on the floor, you scoot in a little closer, now facing him.

You could feel the warmth radiating off of him and you were suddenly no longer as cold as before.

"Alright, um, goodnight Pat. See you in the morning," You clear your throat and turn back around.

"Goodnight, Y/n."

You still couldn't sleep. You stared at the red glow coming off of the alarm clock and watched the minutes passing by.

3:57 am.

You couldn't take it. You were so tired yet you found trouble sleeping.

"Y/n, you okay?"

You turn around once more, just as you'd been doing multiple times. "Yeah, still can't sleep is all,"

For the second time you turn towards him.

"What's on your mind?"

You thought you had no clue what was on your mind. But as soon as he asked that question you knew why.

You were sleeping in the same bed as Patrick. The same Patrick you'd had this "little" crush on since 2002. 5 years.

"Just.. stuff I guess." You said, voice slightly above a whisper.

Now that you knew exactly why you couldn't sleep, everything about him started to flood your mind and senses. The way he smelt of the remanants of a cheap cologne, the way his breath tickled your nose, the way his eyes looked in the moonlight that ever so slightly lit up the room, the way you could hear his heartbeat, the same bpm as most of the band's songs.

"Want to talk about it?"

You shook your head and thanked him for the offer, "what's on yours?"

Patrick was glad that the room was near completely dark, as once again his face began to flush, though his heartbeat quickened.

"Uh- I don't know. Nothing really," He lied.

A long, awkward silence occurred as the both of you looked into each other's eyes, averting them at times.

You hesitated for a long while, "Can I just like, I dunno, get a little closer to you or something," Now this one was more bold. "Maybe hold me?"

You immediately flushed and so had Patrick. The heat could be counted as a high fever if you were to check it.

Patrick scooted closer you you and brought you closer to his chest, his arms wrapped around you.

You closed your eyes and let out a breath of relief, one that you didn't know you were even holding.

"Thanks, Pat." You smile.

"No problem, N/n, goodnight." He responds with a yawn.

You felt a sudden calm and began to drift off to sleep. To be met with dreams and a sudden dread that you'll soon wake up.

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You wake with a sudden pounding on the door, still being trapped in Patrick's embrace.

"Y/n! Patrick! Wake up before I open the goddamn door!"

You tried to pull out and pry Patrick's arms around you, but he could sleep through a nuclear war unfortunately.

You hear the jingling of the lock and Pete barges in along with the rest of the boys.

"Oh, dude no way! You guys actually went for it!" Pete exclaims, pointing a finger at you and Patrick.

"This isn't what it looks like, Pete," You groan, still attempting to pry yourself out. "Someone wake him up please,"

All three of them snicker.

Pete walks over and puts his finger in his mouth and sticking it in Patrick's ear, giving him a wet willy.

Patrick flinches and lets you go, slapping away Pete's hand, "Dude! What the hell!"

You quickly get up and get out of the bed, standing at the end of it awkwardly as Joe and Andy gave you a knowing look.

"Um, I'm just gonna go- change. In the bathroom." You clear your throat and grab your tote, speedwalking to the door and shutting it.

You quickly get ready and we're able to hear bickering from the other side of the door. You sigh before opening the door, only to be met with Pete running towards you and placing his hands on your shoulder, shaking them.

"Did you guys do it?"

You squinched up your face and pushed him away from you, "What? No, dude. I slept in the same bed as him, but not with him, are you gross??"

"You know me, but I think Andy might secretly be worse," Pete says, whispering the last part.

You were grouchy and tired. It was 8am and you had only gotten four hours of sleep at the most, compared to the 7 or 8 you guys usually get.

"Out, now." You said, pointing to Pete, Andy, and Joe.

"Oh, so Patrick gets to stay but we don't? Favouritism!" Joe says before leaving the room.

You pinch the bridge of your nose and exhale.

Patrick was awkwardly standing at the end of the bed, his glasses and hat still not on. You softly smile and grab them from his side of the nightstand and hand them to him.

"Thanks," He smiles as he gingerly takes them from your hands.

"No problem. You should really go and get ready, though."

Patrick does the same as you had before and takes his clothes to the bathroom to change. You clean up the very little mess that the both of you had left as he did so. Making the bed, tossing the plastic disposable cups that had been used for water, etc.

You didn't even bother to shower, not with how late all of you were already.

"Hey, so uh.. last night," You turn around and see Patrick fixing his cap.

"Oh.. I didn't make you like.. uncomfortable or anything right?" You say anxiously.

"No! No, not at all just- I dunno-" Patrick looks down at his feet and shrugs.

"Come on! Dudes, we gotta go, the bus has been here for like, 20 minutes already and we've been waiting on you two!" A voice met with some loud knocking interrupts the conversation.

You sigh and get your bag. You then realized that you still didn't have the key to the room.

"Hey, Patrick? Do you have the key?"

He shakes his head.

"Fuck.."

"Open the damn door or I will! We gotta go!" Joe shouts.

'Oh, they have it..'

You swing open the door, "Give the goddamn key back, Joe," You demand.

Joe mutters something and hands you the key.

"Found it.."

Patrick laughs and exits out the door and you follow, taking the key and locking it before leaving.

All five of you check out and go onto the bus, Rickey clearly annoyed that everyone was late.

"It was their fault." Joe says, pointing to you and Patrick as he enters the bus.

"Oh shut it Joe. Sorry, Rickey. Had some trouble waking up." You apologise.

"Yeah right!" Pete shouts.

You roll your eyes and enter the bus, going to the small couch and placing your bag onto the floor carelessly.

You were exhausted. If everyone was lucky they'd get to the venue early enough to practice a little bit before soundcheck.

Patrick sits next to you, discarding his bag the same as you had just done before.

"God, I'm so tired.." He yawns.

"Take a nap then, Pat."

He puts an arm on the back of the couch and closes his eyes as he puts his cap over them.

"Hey, Y/n?"

"Yeah?" You look at him, his eyes droopy from still being tired.

"Last night didn't make anything weird between us, right?" Patrick says, tipping his cap up.

You let out a breathy laugh, "I asked this literally 10 minutes ago. Didn't you say it was fine? I mean- is it.. fine..?" You second guess yourself.

"I mean, I think it's fine.. more than.. fine?"

You give a sly smirk and nudge him with your arm, "What do you mean by "more than fine"?" You ask.

Though some false confidence showed, you tried your best to not let your voice falter.

The same practically was happening for Patrick. He was so easy to fluster and flush, it was impossible to even attempt hiding it due to the lit up "living room."

The same "I don't know's" repeated, and you still awaited an answer.

You lay your head down on his shoulder and feel his body tense up and quickly relax again.

His arm wraps around your shoulder and pulls you in closer, closer like he had done last night.

Last night.

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I finished this to the best I could, and totally put it off for ages, so I apologise, man😭😭😭

[frozen-fruit-project]

Me rolling my eyes at the girls in my dorm who cry about the toxic boyfriends they refuse to leave like my Fall Out Boy rpf longfic isn’t giving me an equal amount of unnecessary stress and trauma.

[roughbuddy]

“The evil laugh continues. The source of the voice starts singing some amazing runs, and steps out from the shadows. Is that…

The entire audience gasps. In unison, they say, “PATRICK STUMP?””

[idontknowwhyimhere102]

If you see this, HAND OVER YOUR BANDOM FANFIC RECOMMENDATIONS NOW!!!!

PUT THEM IN THE TAGS 😠

[spilt-dreams]

DESPERATELY in search of: specific long OLD Peterick fic

I realize it may be weird to call into the abyss on this defunct blog but I am desperately in search of a fanfic that ruined my life many years ago and I wanted to revisit because I loved it so much. I’m pretty confident it was posted on live journal (but for some reason I think it was cross posted to A03 somewhere along the lines? MAYBE?)

Details I remember from the fic:

-Pete gifted Patrick a blue guitar (for Christmas? I think?) that matched his eyes perfectly (this was a recurring mention but happened early on)

-Patrick initially refused to perform Saturday because Pete wrote it about him losing his virginity LOL

-followed fall out boy from the beginning and worked through the timeline of then being a band up until the time that would be when Pete and Ashlee got married irl

-Pete and Patrick were together at the beginning of the fic and end but mostly separated in the middle and the fic mentioned other relationships they had (real, speculative, and fake)

-after the Honda civic tour Pete was with Mikey Way at one point and Patrick had a thing with Bob Bryar

anYWAY! I would be so so so appreciative if anyone knows what I’m talking about and could help me track it down! Please let me know if this sounds familiar to you and you know where I could find it!

I’ve spent half a week trying to find this but I haven’t even caught a whisper on the wind of it 😭

[shark-myths]

The Kintsugi Kid - Chapter 6

buckle up, my friends, this is a big one!

and to everyone in the comments who keeps hoping they'll kiss in my next update. i just want to personally say. um. i'm so sorry.

curated jams

[dawn-0n-arrival]

(i’m new to tumblr so if this is not the kind of thing i can post about someone lmk)

planning a new fall out boy fic that includes ghost patrick, psychic/clairvoyant pete, familar joe, and witch andy. they’re trying to get patrick a body. also, it’s gonna be peterick-centric with a healthy side of trohley. dunno when it’ll be up tho :/

[mightystumpmachine]

Just a reminder that I sometimes sneak (or rather explicitly use) Fall Out Boy lyrics in my fanfics... Just in case you didn't notice lol

[asmileforyourscrapbooks]

IVE BEEN LITERALLY SOBBING FOR 10 MINUTES OVER THIS FIC IM. OMG.

[stumped-on-bennington]

I Ripped Myself Apart

Summary: You find Patrick comparing himself to Pete and he needs a little reminder that he's just as important as well.

Pairing: Patrick x Reader

Word Count: 769

You were just getting packed for the tour when you found him. The band had just finished up an interview where they were answering some fan questions. You entered the spare closet to grab a jacket that you remember you had put in there. When you opened the door you found Patrick Sitting on the floor, tears running down his face.

“Trick? What's wrong, baby?” You asked, quickly kneeling down next to him. Patrick tried to quickly dry his face and clear his throat. 

“Oh, nothing. Don't worry about it, I was just reminiscing and got carried away, I'm fine.” He said, trying to stand up. You grabbed his hand as he began to leave, Patrick looking you in the eyes, seeing the worry that you held in them, and let out a sigh. Patrick sat back down on the floor and held your hand. 

“It's just… What if I wasn't actually made for this? All the fans look up to Pete and always ask him about everything. Where he get the inspiration for songs, what it's like to be famous, like they all know that I have no idea what I’m doing and that I don't belong in the same room as him.” He says these words with such a sad look in his eyes, like these were facts he had read all his life. 

You give his hand a squeeze, pulling him from falling back into his deep thoughts. Patrick give you a slight smile as a thanks for being with him, but it quickly fades as he looks back at the ground. “I know I'm not meant to be this big singer or anything. All I wanted was to play music with my friends and it all spiraled out of control. Now I'm stuck pretending like I know what I'm doing. Hell, even the fans know that I'm not good, that's why they always look up to Pete and see him as the head of the band. It’s why everyone wants Pete, with how fit he is and how he has the better fashion sense.” 

Your heart breaks hearing what Patrick says about himself. 

“Trick, that's not true. The fans all look up to you too. The way you sing and play is inspiring and such an integral part of the band. You inspire so many people all across the world, baby.” You say, leaning in closer to Patrick. He looks up at you and gives you a slight smile, this time with genuine warmth radiating from his eyes. 

“Plus,” you tell him, “if Pete was the attractive one, I wouldn't find you so yummy.” You say with a wink. 

Patrick laughs, “Ew!” He says jokingly. You giggle a little too, leaning more into Patrick. 

“But seriously, You are truly talented. AND you’ve worked so hard to get yourself and the band to where you are now. If you really were just faking it and didn’t know what you were doing, then the fans would be able to see right through it. But you put your entire heart on your sleeve, and that’s what matters, not looks or clothes or anything like that. And if other people truly didn’t find you attractive then they wouldn’t share your pictures with “My dinner” commented on them.” You tell Patrick.

Patrick laughs, visibly better than he was when you found him. He stands up and offers you a hand, you take it and stand with him. Patrick wraps his arms around you, resting his head on top of yours.

“Thank you, Y/N.” He says, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

Bonus!

“Oh wow, you weren't joking about the “my dinner” thing… what does that even mean?” Patrick says, scrolling through a sea of random pictures if him, all with the caption “my dinner 😋”.

“Honestly, I have no idea where or why that started, but to be fair, you are quite the dish.” you say, playfully nudging him with your elbow.

Patrick then decided to look up “Patrick x Y/N”. Almost instantly turning red.

“Whatcha lookin at?” You say leaning over and looking at Patrick's phone. Your vision was then overwhelmed by the sight of dozens of drawings of the two of you, most of them in not so PG scenarios. 

As you and Patrick sat there, red as beets, Pete glanced over at the phone screen. 

“WOAH-OH OH!” Pete exclaimed. Patrick tried to quickly turn off the screen, but it was too late.

“Oh man! I know what I'm printing out and hiding on the tour bus!” Pete said, laughing as he walked away.

[dancecoaster]

I'm not sure how to go about this, but I'm looking for someone who reads and enjoys my story to bounce ideas off of and brainstorm some things. I'd also be open to figuring out more ways to get more people reading my story. I'm very happy with the amount of readers, but I'd love to share it with more people. PM me if you are interested.

[limerinseme]

people need to stop writing fanfic about bands they know nothing about. like not gate-keeping we were all baby fans at one point but i will not stand for one(1) more fic where awsten getting drunk ect. without explanation like as in the person didn’t know he doesn’t drink not that it was an intentional subversion.

also when new fans refer to patrick stump as ‘pat’ in fic - especially because the reason he doesn’t like being called that is that it’s HIS MOMS NAME leave pat stumph out of this porn pleaseee