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bunni-writing-desk · 1 year

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Can I request a Patrick Stump x gn reader? The reader helps out on tour (whether temporarily joining the band or part os stage crew is up to you) and it's them getting together (featuring the other band members if possible but they don't have to be prominent characters)

OMG yes ofc! thank you so much for the request and I'm sorry it took so long to get out! I had a lot of fun writing this one and I hope you enjoy reading it :]

"Stage Hand"

Patrick Stump x gn!stagehand!reader

warnings: cursing, Pete making sex jokes but no smut just him being pete

You stood off in the wings of the stage, hidden by the dark curtain legs. Watching was primarily what you did for this job, mostly there to make sure none of the guys hurt each other. Of course, you did other things such as check on the instruments, but you weren't the stage manager so you had little to do with all that. A clipboard was held to your chest, the only paper occupying it was the setlist to make sure they were staying on track.

Currently, Patrick was belting out the lyrics to Grand Theft Autumn. You were always astonished by his range and ability to sing like an angel. To say you had a little crush on the lead singer would be an understatement, you were nearly head-to-toe flustered goop watching him on stage. But you knew that it was wrong to get into a relationship with him, he was practically your boss and work relationships never end well from what you've seen on TV. But still, you continued to stare at him, you would brush it off if anyone asked, making it out to be that you were just worried Pete was going to run into him.

Speaking of Pete he was busy dancing around, his motions caught your eye for a second as your gaze shifted over to him. You raised an eyebrow, hoping he wouldn't try to stage dive like he did last time or pull you onto the stage. Pete caught your eye contact for a second, sending a joking wink your way which you laughed at. You and Pete were always good friends, way before the band ever started. The two of you jokingly flirt a lot, with no real feelings behind it, and often either of you makes funny disgusted faces at the other for some of the shitty pickup lines said.

You came back to the present when you heard the music stop, the end of the song. The gaze that drifted away during your thoughts traveled back to Patrick, checking up on him. He was sweaty and tired looking, the summer heat was getting to him as it hit midday. You were fairly warm as well, your all-black crew clothes making you practically soak up the heat. Of course, some of the heat was coming from staring at a disheveled Patrick Stump but you would dispute any claims of that.

Patrick took one of the plastic water bottles from on top of one of the amps and chugged half of it. Suddenly as he screwed the cap back onto the bottle he turned to you and caught your stare. He blinked once then broke out in a grin that made your face heat up more. Your surprised look made Patrick laugh as he grabbed the mic again.

Hours had gone by since Patrick caught you staring at him. The show had ended a little while ago and another band was busy playing their set on the mainstage. A different stagehand had taken your place since you had been on standby for hours with other bands before Fall Out Boy played their gig. You were sitting inside FOB’s tour bus next to Pete, trying to cool down from the summer heat. As much as you loved touring, during the summer months, it was hell for everyone involved. Patrick was lying in his bunk, taking a nap. That as much was evident by his slight snoring behind the curtain divider for his bed.

“I saw you staring at ‘Trick out there.” Pete had snickered right next to your ear. You whipped your head around to give him a death glare.

“I was not, I was just making sure you weren’t going to run into him like last time, Pete.” The annoyance was evident in your voice as you drew out your best friend's name. He shook his head, his smirk somehow getting bigger than before.

“Nah, you were just staring at him. Haven’t shaken that crush like you thought, huh?” You sighed at Pete’s teasing then looked over at Patrick’s covered bed where he was lying just on the other side so you couldn’t see him.

“Fine, okay, yes I still have that stupid crush on him,” You rushed out in a whisper, not wanting to take any chances in case Trick was just pretending to be asleep. “But if you’re thinking I’m going to act on it or tell him, the answer is no. You guys are my bosses, not to mention if something happened it would be fucking awkward for the rest of the tour.” You leaned back into the sofa more at the thought. Dealing with that much awkwardness for the rest of the summer would make this tour even worse than it already was.

Pete shrugged at your response. “Alright, but I’m here if you need to know how to get with him." He looked smug as if he had some power over you with knowledge.

You scoffed at Pete’s suggestion, waving him off. “Even if I was going to "get with him" I’m not going to take your advice.” You smiled, still a little annoyed, at your friend who just grinned back and took a drink from his water bottle.

Pete set his water bottle back down on the table taking a moment to add suspense before saying, “Sure you won’t.” He was challenging you and doing this on purpose but something in your mind just set off anyways.

You started your rant, sitting on the edge of the sofa seat now and already louder than before; “No, now I’m not going to use your advice to get with Patrick! I bet you have no idea what he likes anyways!” You threw your hands up in the air in exasperation but Pete only laughed at you. That wasn’t the reaction you were expecting, he rarely laughed at you unless something ironic had happened and… You turned around in your seat to find a groggy and flustered Patrick staring at you. Your jaw dropped to the floor in shock, how the fuck were you supposed to explain the shit you just said.

Pete got up from his seat and walked out of the door, yelling back something about not having sex in the bus. You cringed at the shouted words, setting your hands into your lap and turning back to Patrick. “So uhm… How much of that whole thing did you hear?” An awkward smile was set while you spoke, trying not to look like you wanted to crawl out of your skin at that moment.

“Well enough to process you saying "Now I’m not going to use your advice to get with Patrick." He quoted what you said just a few minutes before. Your face must’ve been extremely flushed at this point, you felt like you were going to overheat. Trick sighed and sat next to you on the sofa. He didn’t look mad which made you hope that he would feel the same way. “Do you… Do you like me or are you just trying to get with me? I need to know before I say something stupid.”

You opened and closed your mouth a couple of times, not knowing exactly what to say. “I-I do like you, I mean like-like you. Wow, I sound like a middle schooler.” Your voice trailed off at the end, realizing how childish you sounded, what adult says like-like in a real sentence? "What I'm saying is I'm not just trying to get in your pants, I do want a relationship with you.." You didn't have the heart to look at Patrick, worried that you had said the wrong thing.

Laughter is not what you were expecting to hear from him, you turned to face Trick with a questioning look. "I thought you and Pete were together?" He grinned at you, raising an eyebrow. Even you started to laugh after that question.

"No! Nonono, me, and Pete are like siblings! We just jokingly flirt a lot, but uhm.. if it makes you uncomfortable we can stop" You smiled and tried not to sound too lovestruck over Patrick's laugh.

All he did was shake his head at your words though and waited a few moments before speaking, "No it's fine, I just thought that you were with Pete and I didn't have a chance with you because of that." You stared at him for a little bit, deciphering his every word.

"What do you mean by that, do you like-like me too, 'Trick?" You chuckled at your semi-joke and waited for an answer uncomfortably. Hoping you hadn't made a joke at the wrong time, you nearly breathed a sigh when you saw Patrick open his mouth to say something.

"Well yeah, I like-like you." He laughed as well then stopped after a little bit. Patrick awkwardly cleared his throat and then spoke up again. "Uhm... Can I kiss you? I'm sure I'm not the best at it but I wanna try.."

You cracked a smile and gently held Trick's face, giving him a small Peck on the lips. His stunned and flustered face made you giggle which he smiled at. "You're so amazing, Trick…" You leaned your forehead against his and closed your eyes, taking in the moment.

Someone stomping up the steps into the tour bus made you both jump away from each other, not quite sure if either of you were ready for people to know yet. Pete walked into the main room, an arm covering his eyes. "Sorry, forgot my wallet!" He nearly shouted which made both you and Patrick start laughing at him. He removed his arm from his face, realizing you two were fully dressed and not doing anything.

Pete smiled and grabbed his wallet and as he was walking out you could hear him yell back at you, "You two are adorable together!", which made both of your faces heat up with blush.

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prettynpete · 19 days

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firsts - patrick stump

summary: after several nights of cuddles and make out sessions. you are ready to take things to the next level and lose your virginity to your boyfriend.

word count: 1475

warnings/tags: smut, fem!reader, futct!patrick x virgin!reader, established relationship, loss of virginity, praise, fingering, oral (m!receiving), l-bomb

authors note: this is the first fic i’ve written in a hot minute and my first ever fob fic so bear with me :) the idea for this actually stemmed from a genderswapped peterick fic i read on livejournal the other night. i liked how patrick was so protective and careful and i wanted to do my own little x reader spin on the concept of losing your v-card to patrick. please feel free to leave your opinion in the replies. thank you reader!! :)

link to inspiration:

(girl!pete x patrick from 2007)

taggging: @domripley @heelbucks

cuddling up was yours and patrick’s usual end to the day, except tonight felt a smidge different. you and patrick snuggled up in the living room of your apartment as usual and you turned on a cheesy horror movie. you leaned into him, as close as you could and as he watched the screen you couldn’t help but shimmy closer into him and place your lips to his neck. patrick let out a shaky breath and shifted slightly.

“sweetheart. you don’t want to watch the movie? do you?” he cooed, moving his hand that was around your shoulder to caress your scalp.

“nooooo. just wanna play.” you avowed meekly.

“baby. you know all you have to do is say the words. i’m all yours.”

and just like that, patrick had moved you from your cuddled position and you were now facing eachother on the couch. he brushed your hair behind your ear and pressed a soft peck to your lips, hands holding onto your waist. as he pulled away from the kiss you wrapped your arms around him and straddled him. his breath caught in his throat and he attached his mouth to your neck, sucking and peppering kisses as you grinded on his pajama pants clad lap.

you flipped between making out and marking eachothers necks for what felt like just a few moments. times like this always seemed to fly by. you and patrick never let things get much more heated than making out and and sloppy handjobs, but tonight was different. tonight, that wasn’t enough. tonight you wanted to play and this sexual yet tame show of affection wasn’t cutting it. you broke away from his lips and played with the hem of shirt, looking into his eyes, begging for permission. he nodded, his facial expression showing a mix of excitement and fear. you pulled his shirt over his head and leaned down to suckle on his chest. leaving soft purple bruises in your wake as you moved down his chest to his soft stomach. you nibbled less hardly and murmured praising words as you moved to the waistband of his pants.

“how’d i get so lucky to be with such a beautiful man?” you looked up at his face. his eyes were doe like as he stared down at you. willing you to keep going.

“is it okay if i…?”

“yes sweet girl.” he breathed out softly. “yes please.”

and that was all you needed to keep going. you wriggled the waistband off his hips to the middle of his thighs. your jaw dropped and you simply stared at the wonderful sight in front of you. you smiled up at him and wrapped your hand around his semi-hard dick. he let out a quiet whimper as you gently stroked him. he bucked his hips into your hand and you leaned down to lick the tip.you soon wrapped your lips around him and slowly sucked. his hands tangled in your hair, urging you to pick up the pace.

“please darling. you can go faster.” he whimpered and you listened, hollowing your cheeks and moving to slightly faster pace. he didn’t want his first blowjob by you to be too much so he in between focusing on his own pleasure, he also scanned your face and actions for any signs of discomfort. once he made sure you were good, hos hips continued to buck and his hands gripped at your hair, manuevering your head to bob at his desired speed.

“fuck sweetheart, i think i’m close.” patrick moaned. you paused, sliding your lips from his dick with a pop sound. a sound between a whine and a yelp came from his throat as you worked your way up to straddle his waist. his eyes were big and glassy as he looked at you.

“is everything okay love? why’d you stop?”

“patrick. i want you.”

“you got me baby. tell me what you want.”

“i’m ready. i want you to fuck me.”

he instantly sobered up from his pre-orgasm drunken state and looked into your eyes with love and concern.

“are you sure? baby, sex is a huge deal and i don’t want to push anything. are you positive that you’re ready? because we don’t have to if you don’t want…” you cut him off with a kiss.

“i’m ready. no ifs. no buts. i’m one hundred percent sure i’m ready to be fully yours.”

“you’re already fully mine. don’t do this just because you think it’s what i want.”

“i want this.”

and with that he carefully flipped you over on the small cushions. there was just enough room for him to position his legs on either side of you. he couldn’t help but giggle softly at his view, you underneath him, fully available for his taking. he played with the lace at the bottom of your tank top before pulling it up over your head and quickie sliding down to slip off your shorts.

“now baby. i have to warm you up a bit first.” patrick said peeling your underwear down and opting to kneel by the couch due to the lack of room.

“tell me if anything feels off or hurts.” he said in a slightly commanding tone before sliding a finger inside and using his free hand to stroke your shoulder.

now he had fingered you on occasions before but it was always very gentle and soft, focusing more on clit stimulation rather than actually fucking you with his fingers. he watched your face as you gasped in pleasure and inserted another soft digit inside you, scissoring them. the stretch burned sweetly and you hissed, prompting him to pause. you whined and glanced into his eyes begging him to continue. he listened and moved his fingers at a gentle pace. “fuck baby. your so wet for me. such a good girl for me.” he gleamed, voice full of praise.

“think you’re ready for more?”

“yes. patrick please.”

he inserted a third finger and moved them all in a come hither motion for what felt like an eternity, before leaning down to press his kiss-plumped lips to yours. he moved again to his spot on top of you, placing his hips in between your legs and removing his fingers, just to reposition his thumb to your clit. you whined and wrapped your arms around him.

“i’m gonna go slow, okay sweetheart.” he murmured, gripping himself and giving a few tugs before pressing just tip inside and resting for a moment allowing you to adjust to the sweet burning sensation. your eyes screwed shut as you focused on the pain and pleasure of the stretch. his eyes focused on your face and he brought his free hand up to caress your face, whispering soft words of praise as he pushed in slightly.

the pain dissipated into a nice full feeling and you tightened your arms around his back. he enveloped you in a passionate kiss and buried himself in you. the kisses soon moved about your face and down your neck.

“sweet girl… i love you so much… i… love… all of you… you feel incredible.” he whimpered out inbetween pecks. he thrusted in and out of you now, moving slowly as not to get to rough just yet. you opened your eyes and nearly cried out at the sight. his head was buried in your neck, his hair was disheveled, the porcelain skin of his back shimmered with sweat. you tangled your hands in his hair and pulled him to be face-to-face. his face was even more stunning with flushed cheeks and glazed over eyes.

“patrick, i think i’m close.” you breathed and his movements quickened. his eyes bore into yours and you stared back before squeezing your eyes shut and coming done around him, wrapping your legs tightly around his hips in the process. ecstasy ran through your veins as you cried out and your eyes fluttered open to watch his face contort beautifully. a warm feeling filled your belly, followed by the emptiness of him pulling out.

you both layed there for a few minutes, wrapped up in eachother and recuperating from the high of climaxxing. when you moved in an effort to sit up he whined in protest but reluctantly moved off of you to allow you to return to your previous cuddling on the couch. the movie was in it’s credit by this point, so you grabbed the remote and turned the tv off. you both soaked in the feelings of naked snuggles on the couch. a thought soon grabbed your attention and you kissed patrick on the cheek.

“pat.” you said, leaning your head down onto his shoulder.

“yeah baby.”

“i love you too.”

he smiled brightly and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

it was a night of a two very important firsts.

#fall out boy #patrick stump #from under the cork tree #smut #FOB #fall out boy fanfiction #patrick stump smut #this was so fun to write #excited to write more #mixxie writes

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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.

Taglist:

@alexstyx @jayloverthe3rd @robinruns @lookalivefrosty @butterflycore @omgsuperstarg @fivelegance @casmustdiee @cmtryghoul

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notastumph · 8 months

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hey, hi, i am starting the sequel to Brutal Love because...well, i can't stop myself. nobody can stop me. whoops.

even more heartache, wooo! Theatric of Two

#ao3 stuff #fall out boy fanfiction #peterick #depressing shit #archive of our own #patrick stump #petewentz #peterick fic #fanfic #bandom #fob fanfiction #patrick stump/pete wentz #read on a03 #brutal love #theatric of two #mine

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emo-musicvideo-imagines · 2 years

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I will protect you for Centuries

Pairing: gladiator Patrick stump x reader,

Music video: Centuries,

Warnings: mention of fighting,

Summary: After he helped take down the giant and was returned to his cell, a goddess shows up to vail him out.

When she arrived he believed he had been dreaming. She appeared in front of him in his dark cell, the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen, out of a glowing white light. No words were spoken at first, the girl just sat there looking at him as if he was the world to her.

"Who are you," he eventually croaked.

"Y/n," the woman answered plainly, "nice to finally meet you, Patrick."

He sat up straighter at the use of Y/n's name. He was sure he was dreaming now, a literal goddess just appeared in front of him and knew his name.

"Don't be alarmed," her face changed when she sensed his mood shift, "I am here to help you escape."

"Why?"

"I have watched you for a long time," she reached her hands out and took his in her own, "I know every part of you, and I fell in love with all of it, and I wish to take you away with me."

"And you'll protect me?"

"For centuries," she whispered, before they both disappeared in a blinding light.

#patrick stump x reader #fall out boy #fob #patrick stump #Fob x reader #fall out boy fanfiction #Fall out boy x reader

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annoyingfobbie · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/4 Fandom: Fall Out Boy, Bandom Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Patrick Stump/Pete Wentz, Patrick Stump/Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: Possessive Behavior, Angst, Jealousy, Cheating, Original Character(s), Van Days, Chaptered, i'll update tags as needed Summary:

Inspired by the song Scotty Doesn't Know by Lustra

NEW FIC UP PLS READ AND LEAVE KUDOS AND COMMENTS IT MEANS A LOT TO ME!! i’m really trying to get back into posting and writing and stuff because i’ve had a hard time recently, and it’s really really helpful to get interactions on fics, so pls rb and share and stuff!

#fall out boy #fall out boy fanfiction #fan fiction #patrick stump/pete wentz #pls rb if you think your followers would like this!!!

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sarcasmandships · 1 year

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i rlly need pete/patrick fanfic recommendations, preferably on ao3! so if you’ve read any good ones recently or have written your own pls drop them below bcos i’m running out of fics to read!

#pete wentz #patrick stump #fall out boy fanfiction #fan fic rec

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a-smile-like-that · 2 years

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Silver Clouds: Ch 23!

Hey friends! Chapter 23 of my post-wartime Pete and Patrick saga is up! This installation brings morning hikes, Patrick nearing the end of his educational road, and some baby name ideas!

Take a peek and leave me a comment, pretty please! Thank you!! 💕

#peterick #fanfic #fanfiction #peterick fanfiction #peterick fanfic #fall out boy fanfiction #otp #patrick stump fanfic #pete wentz/patrick stump #pete wentz fanfic

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petericksrs · 1 year

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"pete wentz is probably one of the worst bass players i know, but for some god forsaken reason he’s in our band, and i can’t really kick him out. really i should be saying my band though, it was my idea, not theirs. i told joe about it, then joe told pete, pete told andy, and now here we are. i really had no say in who was going to be in the band, but if i did, i probably wouldn’t still have a band to play with, but i digress. pete wentz is currently our shitty bassist and i can’t really find a replacement who’s any better.

i should've probably posted this on my other blog, but to keep up with the themes i think i'll start posting all of my writing that involves peterick on here. it also helps separate my main blogging from my peterick blogging, and the perks of having my space space to post these things here. anyways LOL. i posted this first chapter about a week ago now (?) but i guess i'll post it to here to help with boosting it. :] give it a read if you'd like. i'll be posting a new chapter to it soon, possibly this week if i'm lucky. ciao!

#peterick #peterick fic #fall out boy #fall out boy fanfiction #fob #fob fic #pete wentz #patrick stump #joe trohman #andy hurley #taylor swift

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bunni-writing-desk · 7 months

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pete n mikey (yes im the person from other pete n mikey one- i luv them to much jdufkekd) with a trans male s/o but he has a pretty feminine figure n stuff- like small lips n hands, hourglass body, butt sticks out n it gives them rlly rlly bad gender dysphoria- they also got around shoulder length hair which they like but still makes them dysphoric sometimes—— as head cannons plz, like how pete n mikey help with the dysphoria or try to help

uhhhh i dunno if i explained that well i can redo it when im not in skool

I can give you headcannons for how they deal with a gender dysphoric reader but I'm sorry I won't write that specific of a reader since I try to keep my stuff as all inclusive as possible.

Gender Dysphoria

Pete Wentz × Mikey Way × transmasc!reader

no era but implied to be around 2005

I'm not really sure how they would help since gender dysphoria can be complex

I think if you were have a really bad gender dysphoria day they would do some things they read on the internet that could help.

have chest dysphoria? a large towel around the neck can help to cover it. or you could also use one of those pillows that wraps around your torso

if you feel like your entire body isn't right they would cover you in blankets so you can't see yourself.

your torso under scrutiny? one of their oversized hoodies will be placed on you immediately.

they'll probably give you a lot of their clothing if it makes you feel more comfortable

Pete is getting you all the oversized Clandestine Industries clothing

but just a fair warning if you steal clothing from Mikey you end up with Gerard or Frank's shirts but if you steal from Pete you might end up with Mikey's shirts.

"Where did you find that shirt? I've been looking for it for forever! ... wait have you had it this entire time?!"

"No I swear I found it in Pete’s closet!"

"... PETER WENTZ."

I think if you had dysphoria about your hair they would help you put it up into different hair styles or help you cut it off if you wanted (don't trust Pete with the hair clippers though)

just overall they would have to do some research or ask you a lot of questions on what you need during bad dysphoria days.

sorry this is short I didn't really know what to write for this since I don't really have as bad dysphoria anymore.

#fanfic #fanfiction #mcr fanfiction #mcr x reader #mikey way x reader #pete wentz x reader #fob x reader #fob fanfic #fall out boy fanfiction #fall out boy x reader #trans masc reader #trans reader

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lyekisses · 2 years

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new lye_kisses fic just dropped!!! it’s wentzporta and it is very dear to me so i would much appreciate it if u read it <3

#sorry to all my peterick girlies i’ll update the lawyer au in 4-6 business months #pete wentz #gabe saporta #wentzporta #fall out boy fanfiction #idk how do u tag fics on here

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xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx · 1 year

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Naughty or Nice - Pete Wentz x Reader

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

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

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

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

Oh.

Shit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“An earthquake, really?”

“Well…” embarrassedly he rubbed his neck.

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

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

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

“Hey!”

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