A Series Of Patrick Stump Imagines

Smol Muffin

A/N: Okay, this one is basically like all about Patrick fedorakbleness. 'Nuff said. Also he is a smol child I shall ground him if he gives me Pattitude.

"Are too!"
"Are not!"
"Are too!"
"Are not!"
"Are too!"
Patrick crossed his arms, slumped down in his chair, and pouted. It was so fucking adorable.
"You are proving my point right now, Patrick. You can be such a fedorkable little toddler." I snapped a picture of him and showed it to him.
"That proves nothing."
"Fine. I'll ask someone." I went on to Twitter and messaged ten of Patrick's fans. "Look at your Tweets, babe."
"What the hell? I am not a child!"
"Sometimes you are. And if you keep swearing, I will ground you."
"You can't ground me. You're my wife!" Patrick cried.
"Which is exactly why I can ground you. When you leave your mom and get a wife, if your wife that gets to ground you, not your mum."
"Where did you hear that?" Patrick demanded.
"It's an unwritten rule among us wives."
"Us wives? Are you guys, like, a secret organization or something?"
I scoffed."That is ridiculous. Only a child would ask such a question. Or Pete. Or Joe. Or Andy. You know, for the record, Pete and Joe are still hormonal teenagers. You and Andy are little children."
"What? Is this some sort of fangirl code?!"
"No, these are facts. There's nothing wrong with it. We all love you." I kissed Patrick's cheeck."Especially me. I love you the most. Now do you want to go get ice cream?"
"Yes!" Patrick cheered.
I walked out of our bedroom."Child," I called out over my shoulder teasingly.
"Hey!"

A/N: Okay, so maybe that didn't turn out the way I wanted it to. Like, at all. It's not that I have writers' block. You see, my writer just hates the clock. It will not let me sleep. I guess I'll sleep when I'm dead. Sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head. Okay, I just got seriously sidetracked. Lolzers, Twenty Øne Piløts is bae, so don't judge. I mean, ya'llz are the same. Okay, I'm just rambling bullshit rn. I literally got four- no, wait, three hours of sleep, so ya. Anyway, that was a shitastically short imagine. Thanks for reading anyways! And sorry about all my A/Ns. There is so much drama IRL and in my head that this is the only place I can rant with comfort and without judgement. You guys are always super kind to me. Ya'llz are my Internet fam! Love you guys! I'm going to stop talking now.
Mille foix je t'aime, mes ami (Sorry if I got that wrong. Je parle un peu de Français.)
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