I’m loving this era. I am. I love how Patrick has just fully resorted to his “dad self.” No more blonde hair. No more leather jackets. NO MORE FEDORA. Just a cardigan and a baseball cap – his “dad hat,” as he calls it. He just identifies himself as…just that. A dad. :)
And then he’s a big-time rockstar. He’s playing this intense, heavy, emotional music. But he’s not going to dress or act like it. On a regular day he’s just buckling and unbuckling carseats and maneuvering a stroller, in his dad hats and cardigans he’s been wearing way before he did any band outings with them. Now the everyday is seeping into the spotlight, and now it’s like, we’re getting the REAL PATRICK. And the real Patrick is HAPPY. So comfortable in his own skin. Comfortable being a rockstar and an unabashed DAD.
I just have this feeling this is gonna be the Patrick we see from here on out. Pre-hiatus, Soul Punk, SRAR era…we’ve seen Patrick in all these “phases” but honestly, now, I think this is where we settle in. He’s Dad Patrick (or Dadtrick, for some of y'all). And Dad Patrick is here to stay.
remember how Gene Simmons helped make a cartoon? a cartoon where a normal kid has a rockstar for a dad? and that was the title? My Dad Is A Rock Star?
and like, the normal kid, he looks like a nerdy motherfucker. And then you remember that Simmons’ real son got busted for tracing from bleach? this nerdy motherfucker looks exactly like a kid who would trace bleach
You needed this, you jumped to the decision to move to a new country spontaneously finding yourself in LA. The city of dreams they called it, which would be a miracle if it actually made your dreams come true, but you needed to get away from all the pain and anxiety of your past. Anything would make your life better at this point, so you packed up your things finding a cute little one bedroom apartment to begin a new life.
You were using a dolly that one of the employees of the complex gave you to use. After about the third trip up you were waiting at the elevator by a small party room that the complex had when you felt something tug on the sweatpants you were wearing. You looked down to see a boy with golden brown hair and bright green eyes, “I know you,” he says and your eyebrows knit together in confusion, “Hmm I don’t think so sweetheart. I just moved here from a totally different continent. How do you think you know me though?” you ask bending down to be eye level with the adorable little boy giving him a smile. He looks around and rocks back and forth from his heels to his toes, “You and daddy are in a picture together in his bedroom.”
You look at the boy with confusion all over your face, “I’m sorry sweetheart I think you must be mistaken,” you say, “I swear i’m not lying,” he says with a slight pout on his lips. You both jump when you hear someone shout, “Jayce!”
The little boy whips his head towards the voice, and your eyes follow seeing a man you haven’t seen in forever. It was like you stepped into your past recognizing that face that brought you so much joy, but so much pain, “Ashton?”
His eyes widen, but before he said anything the boy you assumed to be Jayce ran over to Ashton who leaned down with his arm open as he jumped into Ashton’ arms, “Daddy! Look! Its the lady from your picture in your room!”
Ashton looks back over to you, “Y/N,” he says frozen in place, “What are you doing here?” he asked and you look over to your stuff, “I’m moving in. What are you doing here?”
Ashton looked at Jayce, “We’ve lived here for a couple years now…umm do you need some help?” he asked and the little boy flexed his muscles by putting his arms our to the side, “I’m really strong!”
You smiled and bit your lip, “I don’t know guys..I don’t want to bother you,” you said and Ashton sighed, “Just as stubborn as ever. How about we help you then we cook dinner at my place. We both know you can’t resist a good meal from me,” he says with a cheeky grin and you roll your eyes, “Fine you win.”
Ashton and Jayce follow you up to your apartment which happened to be on the same floor as theirs. Once you finished putting away everything you saw Jayce watching TV in your living room, “Thank you for all your help little guy,” he smiles, “No problem! That was really fun, but i’m really hungry,” you turn your back to him, “Come on. Lets go get your Dad to make us some dinner. Hop on my back,” you say and Jayce does so wrapping his arms around your neck. You walk into the kitchen where Ashton was putting away the last dishes from a box, “Daddy we’re hungry!”
He turned around and smiled, “Alright lets head over to ours. I’ll lead the way,” he says walking out of your apart down the hall to his. After eating dinner which included small talk among the three of you it was time for Jayce to head to bed, “But I wanna play with Y/N more!” he whined to Ashton, “I’m sure Y/N would love to come over and play with you another time,” he says glancing up at you with hope in his eyes and you giggle, “Of course I will little man. I loved playing with you tonight.”
He smiled, “Yay! I can’t wait till you come over again we can play with my cars and my video games and my legos and,” Ashton interrupted him, “Jayce ok,” he laughed, “Thats enough. Go to bed I will be there in a min to tuck you in,” Jayce nodded and walked down the hallway to his room, and Ashton turned toward you, “I’m just gonna make sure he gets to bed. Make yourself comfortable, and I’ll be back in a minute,” you nodded and he left the room.
You couldn’t believe that you were here right now and their were so many questions you wanted to ask him. When did he have a kid? What does he do right now in his life? Last you remember he was headed to London for a tour with his band. That was the worst when he left you that day. You had been dating for a couple of years, but you let him go live his dreams. He was always the one to save you, your knight in shinning armor. He always made you laugh in your darkest times, he was your light. When he left it killed you inside, but you had to do what was right.
“Y/N?” Ashton’s voice echoed in the quiet room breaking you from your thoughts, “Are you ok? You got your thinking face on,” he smiles taking a seat next to you on his couch. You sighed, “I’m just trying to wrap my head around that I found you today in America out of all places. I can’t believe your right here in front of me. Its like a dream,” you said and Ashton smiled, “I know. I thought I’d never see you again, and here you are in my living room like we went back in time.”
Its quiet for a few more seconds, “So what are you doing over here in America?” Ashton asked and you laughed, “I don’t know really. I needed a fresh start. Things weren’t particularly going that great in Aus,” you studied his reaction, “What about you? Jayce? What happened to London?”
Ashton looked down at his hands, “London was great. We toured we got a record deal, we wrote music, we had a world tour, and a second album. Along the way I met this girl, and I thought she was the one. We ended up having a child, and she wanted nothing to do with him so I kept him. He’s the best thing that has ever happened to me. He’s my family. It might be difficult sometimes when i’m on the road and stuff, but the guys and our team help me with him. He loves to tour,” Ashton finished with a laugh and you join in, “A little rockstar just like his dad?” you asked, and he shook his head up and down, “Yeah except he likes to play guitar and sing the little traitor.”
You laugh at the thought of Ashton trying to teach you drums and how you hated it, “Sounds like me,” Ashton’s head shot up, “Oh yeah! I remember when I tried to teach you…you got so pissed at me, but I was too hard on you.”
Ashton stands up, “Here I wanna show you something,” he says holding out his hand and you take it. You both walk down the hall, “ I heard you and Jayce talking about the picture and I wanted to show it to you.”
You stepped into his room which was very Ashton. There were many shades of blue, a couple band posters, and a small drum set in the corner. Though he lead you over to his bed where he sat and patted the spot next to him. You sat and he reached over to the bed side table where he grabbed a picture frame handing it to you. You looked down to see both of you on his drumming stool. You had the biggest smile on your face with your eyes crinkled shut from laughing so hard holding drum sticks, and Ashton has his arms wrapped around you with his face buried into your neck. You smiled at the memory. It was when the boys were recording in Sydney, and Ashton invited you along and tried to get you to play drums, “I love this,” you say smiling down at the picture as you brushed your fingers across it gently, “Yeah…I miss those days,” he says and you looked up at him, “And I miss you. You don’t know how hard it was to leave you at the airport that day. I almost didn’t go,” you rolled your eyes, “And that would have been stupid. You’re living your dreams. Thats better then having me as a girlfriend any day,” you say and he immediately shakes his head, “You’d be surprised,” he paused and bit his lip looking at you, “I’m so glad your back Y/N. I don’t want to lose you again,” he says gripping onto your hand, “You were constantly on my mind when I left. I didn’t know how to contact you. I tried every possibility. Then when I found Jayce’s mom I thought I could forget about you, but after everything that happened it was always you.”
You are speechless except for one phrase. The phrase that as been on your mind since he left, “Just…don’t leave me again…please.”
♥ - Something they like about your muse. ♪ - A secret they’re keeping from your muse. and.. ♤ - What they thought about your muse when first meeting.
♥ - Something they like about your muse.
“Ummm…” Dylan hummed with pursed lips and wide eyes set only on the floor. He never liked being put on the spot. “I don’t know.” Grinning bashfully because it’s a little hard for him to come up with just one thing when there’s so many things that he admires the redhead for. “He’s super smart, he’s like a genius, y’know? He knowseverything. Oh, and he’s super cool. I don’t know too many other kids who can say they have a rockstar for a dad. But he always makes me laugh, and always knows how to cheer me up when I’m feeling sad, lets me get away with things Mom would never let me do… He’s great.”
♪ - A secret they’re keeping from your muse.
“Sometimes I feel like he plays favourites.” Sighed the downhearted boy with a sad smile on his face. “It’s just like ever since Chloe was born… things have been different. He spends all of his time worrying about her and Mom and… I guess I just feel a little left out sometimes.” A little like he’s invisible. “I get that she’s only a baby and needs the extra care and that Mom still isn’t too well after having her but… I feel like he forgets about me… —Butyouwon’ttell him I said that. Please don’t.”
♤ - What they thought about your muse when first meeting.
“I can’t really remember that far back, I was only a baby back then. Mom always says I was a shy baby and didn’t like meeting new people too much, but apparently I really liked him as soon as I saw him. She said I was a little shy at first but as soon as I saw the toy dinosaur he was holding, I wassold.” He laughs at the amusing image it puts in his mind. “Apparently I just walked straight over to him and started climbing all over him, so I must’ve reeeally liked him if I did that. Which is funny to think about because now I’d be too scared to even talk to a stranger… let alone climb all over one.”
- “Can we dress up as a hotdog for halloween? Y/N you and I’ll be the buns and–”
- “No Michael”
- Him swaying your child to sleep
- “MICHAEL WHY DOES MY 5 MONTH OLD CHILD HAVE GREEN HAIR?!”
- “Little bug, I love you.”
- “My little rockstar.”
- “Mom (or 2 dads) can we have pizza?” “YEAH YEAH Y/N CAN WE HAVE PIZZA”
- Daddy Mikey being a little kid with his kid
- “And that’s how I saw uncle Calum’s—”
- “Don’t scar my child Clifford”
- Spoiling his little one but always teaching to be grateful
- His parents being really involved
- Slow dancing with you and your little one in your arms
- Him crying when it’s their first day of school
- “ThEY GROW UP SO FAST”
- “Babe I want another baby… I want like… 56 of them.”
- Him looking at you and your child like you are the only things in the world