Title From: Perfect- P!nk
Trigger Warning- There is gross stuff and throwing up. If you are sensitive to that and hearing themes to suicidal thoughts, skip this chapter.
Patrick Stump
I want to die. It's four in the morning and I'm leaning over a toilet, throwing up the food that Pete got his chefs to make us. I couldn't seem to stop. Even when I thought I was done, I still threw up the vile stomach acid at the bottom of my gut.
"Patty, what're you- Patrick!" Pete says rushing to my side in the large bathroom. He rubbed comforting circles into my back as the next round started. He sat down behind me and pulled my into his lap, but still to the point to where I could easily reach the toilet.
"Pete, I'm so sorry for waking you up." I cried over the porcelain floor. I felt the vomit subside, at least a little bit. "I won't blame you if you hate me now. I am just a broken human."
"I'd be a pretty shit boyfriend if I just quit on someone who needs me." Pete mutters sweetly into my ear. His hands reach up to wipe away my tears, but he drops his hands away. Instead, he started to kiss them away. "There, now if you cry, all you get is kisses."
"Kinky Pete." I chuckle before realising that I should brush my teeth. "I probably look a mess, I'm taking a bath and brushing my teeth."
"I was gonna say anything, but-" He stops when I start shooing him out of my bathroom. Pete was generous enough to let me stat in his home for a while, and he gave my one of the biggest rooms. I guess his home is going to get another here too.
"I miss Kells." I whisper to myself. I shake the thoughts away and start up the water. I slowly strip off my clothes and I'm careful nit to look at any reflective surface, I was always self conscious about how I looked. I have no reason to though. I'm healthy skinny, I have a cute face and a nice bum. I'm pretty adorable, but I'm no Pete Wentz.
"I'll be waiting out here for you Pattycakes." I heard the his voice fill the silent space. I jump into the hot shower and run my hands through my strawberry-blonde hair. I sigh deeply and apply the shampoo into my hair that probably cost more than everything I owned combined.
After finishing up I look over myself. I can trace my grindstone my stomach to my chest. I'm really pale, like to point it's unhealthy. I shake the self-loathing away and dry myself off. I find my clothes from before and pull on my shirt and boxers.
"I heard the water turn off." Pete says slowly opening the door. "God."
"What?" I prepare myself for the criticism and hate from him.
"You're so beautiful." Pete breathes out and seems to be lost in though. Then a small flash of pain ran onto his face quickly before he pulled me close. "Patrick, I know it might be soon, but I think I love you. Every little thing you do is amazing."
"I'm not amazing. I'm just average Patrick." I give a small laugh and then a yawn. I guess it's still pretty early for me.
"Come on, let's go to bed." Pete carries me bridal style to my bed. He tucks me in and not soon after he crawls in with me. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls my back to his chest. "I hope this is okay."
"It is." I whisper. I give him a quick glance and smile to myself. "And I love you too."
"Hm?" Pete hummed as my eyes closed. "Good, this would be awkward if you didn't."
"Good night Pete." I brings one of his rough hands to my lips and quickly kiss them.
"Good night, sweetheart." Pete mused against my skin.
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We Don't Have The Time To Be Sorry(Peterick)
FanficPatrick Stump is special. Everyone thinks they are, but Patrick truly is special. He has lung cancer and inoperable tumours stuck to his chest. Somehow, he found the love of his life in a hospital of all places.
