• Names: I’m the type of queer with 5million names ..you can call me Wolfie or any variant of Camilo :)
• Pronouns: Any !
• I'm a proud Canadian 🗣🔥🔥 /hj
!!Minorities safe space!!
• I'm a teenager / minor. I don't mind people older than 18 following my account or interacting with my posts, I just won't accept any friend requests with that knowledge for safety purposes.
• Certified Patrick Stump and Jerjor Fan™
• I have ADHD so plz be patient with me :]
• And plz don't be alarmed if I don't respond to your asks or messages right away, I somehow managed to be so socially awkward to the point where I struggle to converse online??? Idek just roll with it-
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Music stuff I love!
My Chemical Romance, Fall Out Boy, Eminem, Alesana, Måneskin, Pre-split Panic!, Twenty One Pilots, Caesars, Green Day, everything Vocaloid, Linkin Park, Weezer, Pencey Prep, Coldplay, Nirvana, Los Campesinos!, Atsuover, The Smashing Pumpkins, Chappell Roan, David Bowie, etc.
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What do I like:
• Playing guitar
• Writing bandom stuff occasionally-
• Making memes on Picsart
• ARCANE ARGHHHHHHHH
• Metal Family!!!
• DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN, I AM LITERALLY PACIFIST ROUTE RK800 GUYS TRUST
• Scott Pilgrim
• KID COSMIC MY TWIN
• PORTAL AGH GLaDOS MY LUVIE
• Chronicle 2012>>>
• SHAWSHANK REDEMPTION
• Reposting MCR clips that I find funny which has completely took over my account for some reason
• Making somewhat funny clips with Capcut
• Sugar cookies
• Becoming friends with other fellow emos! :D Don't hesitate to message me if you're interested! (Although again, I most likely won't reply to someone over eighteen for safety reasons)
hii, hope you're doing good, can I ask you something with current bearded patrick?
like he comes home from the studio super tired so you touch his hair and scratch his beard until he falls asleep? idk, you can change it also if you want but i wanna treat him so kindly i'm not even kidding, love your work !!
Aaaah hey!! Hope you’re doing really good too. I LOVED this request, it was so damn tender :') Thank you so much for sending it in — I was dying to write some bearded Trick stuff, so I kinda wrote this pretty fast. It’s a little short, but I feel like it turned out really cute.
Thanks for reading me, and I really hope you like it!! 🖤xoxo
Patrick came in dragging his feet, dropping his keys into the same little bowl as always. He didn’t say much. He didn’t need to.
You were on the couch, reading a book. The sound of the keys made you lift your head.
You set the book aside and got up, looking for him.
“Hey, that face tells me you had a bad day,” you said, standing and walking over to him.
You placed your hands on his shoulders and kissed him. Even through the exhaustion, he kissed you back, sliding one hand to your waist, drawing slow, lazy circles there.
“Not bad,” he said with a small shrug. “Just… a long one. Kinda heavy.”
He leaned in, rubbing his nose against your hair.“How was yours?” he added, softer now. “I missed you today.”
“A lot better now that you’re here,” you replied.
You smiled back, brushing your thumb over the faint purplish shadows beneath his eyes—the quiet proof of how badly he’d been sleeping lately.
Though you didn’t really need proof. You’d seen it with your own eyes. Him clinging to his guitar long after the house had gone quiet, jotting ideas down on his laptop nonstop, like he was afraid they’d slip away if he stopped.
You’d seen him come home worn out after rehearsals that dragged on for hours, especially when the creative discussions with the guys went nowhere.
Over the past few weeks, the exhaustion had piled up like this: going to bed long after you, getting up early anyway, caught in a loop that didn’t seem to give him any mercy.
Patrick let out all the air through his nose, tilting his head into your touch, as if that alone were the cure for his tiredness.
“I made dinner… we could eat and then—” you started to say, but he cut you off mid-sentence, eyes wide open.
“Wait—did you wait for me to eat?” he asked, clearly worried, gently taking your wrist. “I grabbed something on the way home, I— I’m sorry, _____. I didn’t think—”
“Honey,” you laughed softly, “it’s okay. You didn’t cheat on me. You just ate out, that’s all.”
“Nooo,” he groaned, dragging out the last vowel as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. “This is unforgivable.”
You laughed quietly when he tried to squeeze you into a tighter hug, like he could make up for everything with pure intention. His arms wrapped around you, but there wasn’t much strength there—just effort.
“I’m the worst husband in the world… I don’t come home for dinner… I always forget to do the dishes and…” he sighed against you. “…and I’m incredibly short.”
You couldn’t help laughing harder as you threaded your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck, which had gotten pretty long by now.
Patrick let out a low, content murmur and settled a little closer against you.
“I’m tired,” he whined softly against your neck.
You pulled back just enough to see how heavy his eyelids were. He had a slight pout, completely unintentional.
“Okay, that’s enough. Bed. Now,” you said, taking his cap off and setting it down on the entryway console.
Then you leaned in to unclasp the chest strap of his backpack—the extra one he always used even though no one else ever did.
The second you released it, his shoulders dropped a little, like even that had been weighing him down.
Between the two of you, you managed to slide it off his arms and leave it on the floor nearby.
“I’ll pick it up tomorrow, I promise,” he said quietly, knowing how much it bothered you when he left things lying around.
Without saying a word, you took his hand and guided him upstairs, switching off the lights one by one as you went.
“But I don’t wanna sleep yet…” he said vaguely as he climbed the stairs. “We can just lie down and talk for a bit. Maybe have some coffee later.”
You nodded, amused. You didn’t believe him for a second—it was just a clumsy attempt to convince himself. Patrick hated the idea of not spending time with you, especially on days when work kept him out of the house from morning till night.
He’d always been more of a homebody. Not someone who went out just to go out—only when it really felt worth it. Even when you encouraged him to accept his friends’ invitations, he usually said no, or picked just a few times to go.
So you completely understood why, the moment he lay down, he searched for your body with the same instinctive ease someone looks for a pillow.
“Let me get this off you first, babe” you murmured, tugging lightly at his flannel shirt.
He let you, a little reluctantly. But the second his shirt and sneakers were off, he flopped right back onto the bed.
You had him almost on top of you, like you were his living, breathing comfort object.
He let out a heavy sigh once he finally settled, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you a little closer with whatever strength he had left. He used your stomach as a pillow and stayed there, mumbling things that didn’t really make sense.
You looked at him with a tenderness that melted your heart, and without even thinking about it, you brought a hand up to his hair.
It was longer than usual. Messier. Like he hadn’t had the time—or the energy—to cut it. Same with his beard: thick, grown out, soft in a way you found dangerously charming. You liked him like this. A lot.
You brushed a blond strand off his forehead and tucked it behind his ear, twirling it around your finger and letting it go, watching it fall back into place.
With the pads of your fingers, you traced an invisible path from his temples down to his jaw, where you sank your fingers in and slowly scratched through his beard.
Almost immediately, he let out a low sound, an instinctive “mmm” he couldn’t hold back.
“Today was a lot… with the guys,” he mumbled, words coming out uneven, half-lost. “We just… keep goin’ in circles with that... can’t land on anything. And—” He paused. “—I missed you. Like… a lot.”
You listened to his broken sentences carefully, never stopping your gentle touches. “I missed you too, Trick.”
He nodded faintly. “Yeah… that’s good. That’s real good,” he murmured. “Means you still… got me. Still care ‘bout me.”
“What are you even saying…?” you laughed softly, pushing his hair back before your hand returned to his beard.
Patrick shifted a little, turning his head to the side— a quiet, wordless invitation to keep going. “don’t let go. Okay? Just— don’t.” he said, and you knew he was already drifting. “I wanna stay like this… forever.”
You bit your lower lip, smiling at the sight of him, brow furrowed, completely convinced that what he was saying made perfect sense. It felt like the sweetest thing in the world—and maybe it was.
You held back the urge to squeeze him tight and kiss him all over.
So vulnerable, giving himself over to your touch like a little bear.
Every now and then, you felt his grip tighten, just slightly, as if he needed to make sure you weren’t going anywhere.
You kept up the cuddle session, sometimes drifting down to the arm wrapped around you, slowly stroking along its length, feeling the fine little hairs beneath your fingertips.
Other times, you moved to his back, giving him soft massages without any real technique—just gentle circles over his shoulders, tense and tight from all those long hours with the guitar.
At one point, you stopped touching him.
Opened your hands in front of him, palms out, moving them through the air with intense concentration, like you were petting him without actually making contact.
Patrick cracked one eye open. Just one.
“What’re you doin’?” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.
“Shhh,” you whispered, very seriously. “I’m taking the negative energy out of you.”
There was a second of silence… and then a laugh—the kind that rumbles deep in the chest.
Patrick lifted his head just a little, that sleepy, crooked smile still stuck on his face. He pushed himself up enough to crawl over to you and pressed a slow, clumsy kiss to your lips, like judging distance was suddenly a challenge.
“You’re completely insane,” he smiled against your mouth, “my beautiful crazy girl.”
When he pulled back, he looked at you with heavy eyelids, his drowsy smile still intact—almost like he was drunk on exhaustion. He shifted down a little and curled up again, this time against your chest.
“What would I even do without you…” he added with a sigh, slipping one of his big arms around your waist and holding on. “C’mon… come here. I love you so much… so much.”
He mumbled a few more things you couldn’t quite make out, but when he tucked his head a little deeper into your chest and his hand fisted softly in your shirt, you knew he was still reaching for you, even half-asleep.
“I love you too, sleepyhead... so much” you whispered back, running your fingers through his hair and leaving gentle strokes along his cheek. You kept scratching his beard long after his breathing grew slower, deeper, heavier.
Long after you heard his soft snore—the one that told you he was finally, completely asleep—you stayed there, holding him.
Eventually, you drifted off too, certain that even if you hadn’t shared much time together these past few days, having him right there, in your arms, was more than enough.
Woaw okkkayy not what i was expecting but i kinda dont mind cos its cool
This result might also be influenced by the fact that i just had an argument with my parents and kind of am listening to a sh playlist debating whether or not i should
anyone else remember back in 2024 when i repeatedly stated that my blog was in no way political and that i wouldnt make and politically charged posts or reblogs? yeahhhh, good times
@rosewater-arts @marsthedumbass @digitalstarz @gizmos-n-gadgets @coquette-corpsie + open tags bc i can not remember ppl rn
You think you love Patrick Stumph ? My stumpobsession literally caused so much of my relationship issues which ultimately lead to my bf asking if we wanted to break up- I’m sorry but really I can’t love anyone more than Tricky, you just have to understanddd 😔💔💔
@astracaedes @a-dam-tris-prior-fan @k4rmaajr @auxsillyary @lyns-doodles @anonymoosen @arthur-side @the-stonekeepers @blue-lemonade-offical + ALL MY OTHER MOOTS!!
Ooooooooh What's This is amazing. I love Oh Ms Believer by twenty one pilots although it isn't technically about a holiday. I also like Christmas Saves the Year by them.
Thank you for the tag, Raineee !!! :D U da besttt<3
Hmmmmm my favourite winter song ? Probably it will be This December by Ricky Montgomery or that whole self titled album of his, it just gives mad winter vibes !
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