#patrickstumpimagines

You start drumming your fingers against the top of your leg as you glance around the room anxiously, checking to make sure everyone is here. Patrick should be home from the studio any minute now. Nothing could go wrong tonight, everything had to be perfect. Patrick was always perfect on birthdays - always getting you the perfect gift, even when you didn't know what you wanted, surprising you with amazing dates, and making you feel like the luckiest girl in the world, which you pretty much were, at least you have been since you started dating Patrick almost four years ago. This surprise party was your way of thanking him, and attempting to make his birthday as amazing as yours always have been. Pete had provided the perfect way of getting Patrick out of the apartment- calling him to the studio, claiming something about an emergency at the label. Patrick had left the house, albeit very grumpy, willingly, allowing you two ish hours to prepare the house and give your guests time to arrive. Pretty much everyone you two know are here - the guys from the band, along with their respectable significant others and family, Patricks family, your family, and all of your friends. Around forty people now stood in your house, waiting for Patrick to get home. You hurriedly unlocked your phone as it buzzed, signalling a text from Pete. “just parked,” it states. “ Guys they’re here! everyone hide please!” Everyone around the room crouched low to the floor, as you flicked off the only light left on in the room. You crouch near the door, and you can hear Patrick and Pete talking outside. The doorknob wiggles, and you hear Patrick sliding his key in, and soon the door is cracking open. As soon as the door is fully open the room explodes around you “SUPRISE!” Everyone around you shouts Patrick stops, clearly surprised as his jaw drops open. Once he realizes what is happening, his expression of shock changes to joy. Then he sees you, and his expression changes from joy to pure ecstasy. He takes a few strides towards you. You grin as he approached, and slide your arms up his shoulders, linking them behind his neck. “ Happy Birthday Trick” you whisper with a smile. “ And here I was thinking you forgot” he responds with a smirk. “ What? Never, I love you too much for that “ I say smiling. “ I love you too (Y/N). And thank you for the party” He pulls you into a kiss, pushing his lips onto yours, and you respond eagerly, but pull away all too soon, and turn towards the crows of your family and friends still watching you. They all give you knowing stares, and you blush deeply. Luckily, the embarrassment quickly fades as everyone approaches Patrick. They all wish him Happy Birthday, and you stand back, happy to see that Patrick is having fun. Three hours pass, and finally the last person, Pete of course, is out the door. “This has been an amazing birthday . Thank you (Y/N)” Patrick tells you with a smile, placing a small kiss on your lips. “ Sure the party was good, but I havent even given you your actual present yet Babe!” You reply with a smirk. “ Wait here, ill be right back.” You push him down onto your couch and hurry into your bedroom. You pull open your top drawer, pulling out your new outfit and slipping it on. You match it with your black stilettos, and make your way into the living room, back to Patrick. You watch Patrick’s reaction as he turns to face you,and finds you in a blood red and black corset, with matching lace panties and high heels. Your breath catches as he stands, and you see his eyes darken. “You look incredible. And This has definitely been my best birthday ever.” He tells me, his voice low, before closing the distance between you two, and smashing his lips against yours. As you respond with equal intensity, you think that maybe Patrick’s birthdays are even better than yours.

Today was a good day, I could feel it. I was in downtown Chicago for the day, planning to just explore and shop, seeing as I had never been here before. Walking through a city always makes me feel big, like somehow being here just makes me important. Plus, it was one of those days where I just felt great. I was wearing a black Fall Out boy t-shirt over a pair of blood red ripped skinny jeans, and my black combat boots. My hair actually looked good for once, the brown hair curling just right and ending in my red tips, which looked great with the pants. My makeup was on point- my eyeliner was perfect on the first try, something that never happens. I slipped on my black ray bans and made my way down the street. The sun was shining and I just felt… Happy. For the first time in a while. Walking through the street was exhilarating, people high fiving me when they saw my shirt, even a few guys doing double takes as I passed them. A Starbucks tea in hand and my confidence at 110% I thought it couldn't get any better. Then something extraordinary happened. I was walking past a record store, window shopping. I was completely distracted by the awesome window display- and so I slammed straight into someone, who was holding a stack of records as he walked out of the store. As I ran into him, the records went flying everywhere. “Oh my god I'm sorry!” I gasp and say at the same time as the man exclaims “ oh holy smokes!” We bend down to grab the records, and he looks up at me and smiles and says “Don't worry about it sweetheart” My heart stops in my chest as I look into his eyes. My eyes widen and I whisper, “ oh god you're Patrick Stump” He flashes a grin and stands up, offering me his hand, which I take and stand. “ Haha yea I am, nice shirt by the way” he says spotting his bands symbol on my chest, adjusting his hat and glasses, almost as if he was nervous. I blush, embarrassed. “ thanks, I'm a huge fan. I'm (Y/N) by the way” I say, extending my hand. “Nice to meet you” he responds flashing me another adorable smile. His smile slips into a frown as he noticed my drink on the ground, spilled and abandoned from when we collided. “ hmm, it appears I made you lose your drink” he says worriedly, awkwardly shuffling his many records into his bag. “Don't worry about it, it was my fault anyway” I said. “How about I make it up to you? Wanna grab a drink with me? There's a great little coffee house a few blocks down.” He says smiling. Damn, he just never stops being cute does he? “ uh.. S-sure” I stutter out nervously. “Come on, it's this way” he says nodding with his head towards the left. I smile, and follow him. Attempting to get over my nerves, I strike up the conversation, talking about how much I loved their music, especially Folie a Deux. He seemed happy to hear that, and I can see how excited he gets as we talk about music. We finally reach the coffee shop, and we each order a tea before grabbing a booth in the corner. We continue to talk about music, his, Fall Out Boy’s, Twenty one pilots, rock, pop, punk, you name it. After what seemed like only a few minutes, Patrick glanced at his watch. “ holy smokes it's already seven! I'm gonna be late.” He blushes and grabs his bag of records, shooting me an apologetic smile. I smile sadly, realizing my time with him is over. “Actually, um, tomorrow night I'm grabbing dinner with the guys and a few other friends, you think you would wanna join?” He asked me, shyly. “ Oh my gosh yes that would be awesome!” I exclaim, beaming. He smiled, and pulled out his phone, letting me put my contact in his phone. I hand it back to him smiling, “ so, I'll see you tomorrow then?” I ask hopefully. “I can't wait sweetheart” He responds with a wink, before walking out of the shop, glancing at me one more time before disappearing through the door. Yeah, today was definitely a good day.

My pathetic night alone turned into the best gift I could possibly ask for, and the night has only just begun.

Another Patrick Stump imagine I wrote! I'm currently working on two requests, this is just to get you by until those are finished! I accept requests, so if you want an imagine just hit me up! Thnks, xoxo Adriana One look in the mirror was all it took. Your vision blurred and your eyes became heavy. You curse yourself for doing it again. Patrick told you not to cry, so stop it. But you can't you see, once you start you never stop. With your head in your hands you collapse onto the cool tile floor of the bathroom. You are as quite as you can be, you don't want him to hear. But your never ending sobs seep into the living room and he calls out your name. "(Y/N)?" You smack two hands over your mouth in hopes of silencing the sniveling. You hear his heavy footsteps from the hall getting closer to the door. You squeeze your eyes shut and clamp down harder over your mouth. Patrick knocks on the door lightly, "(Y/N) doll, are you ok in there?" You know you can't answer because it would only come out as whimpers so you keep as quiet as you can in hopes he will go away. He starts to turn the doorknob. You mentally slap yourself for not locking the door. He opens the door slowly at first, just nearly peeking his head around the corner, then opens it all at once when he sees your shuddering figure on the floor, tears staining your cheeks, face flushed and red, your hands clamped over your mouth so tight that it's causing your fingers to go white. He rushes over and falls to his knees next to you non-hesitantly pulling you into his embrace. "Please don't cry my love, you'll ruin your pretty face." You wish you could hug him back but your arms are weak from all the crying. He understands and doesn't expect what you can't deliver. Plenty of reassuring words flow from his lips, softening your mind, making you feel only a minuscule amount better. He lifts you up effortlessly and carries you to your bed where he continues to hold you in his arms, silently promising to never let go. At this point, the tears have subsided and you were drifting to sleep. Something about his embrace made you instantly comfortable and drowsy; but maybe it was just sleepiness from all the crying. Patrick didn't seem to mind as you drifted to sleep in his arms; he just repositioned himself and fell asleep along with you. The rest of the evening is spent like that. You never ever wanted to move again. Patrick was far too comfortable, far too good at making you feel better and far too available. He never complained, never questioned, never let you down, because they day he did that, would be they day you'd cry forever.