Patrick Stump Imagines

Just One Yesterday

Patrick has been off on tour with his band for the last few months, and was finally coming home sometimes this week. Or atleast you hope. He wouldn't tell you exactly when he'd be home, because he said he wanted to surprise you when he did. You didn't like the idea of that because you wanted to be ready when he did. Not asleep, laying halfway off the couch.

That's actually what you were doing right now. Half way off your couch, but not yet asleep. You were slowly drifting in and out of sleep when you were jolted awake. You knew he could be coming home soon, you just had a feeling, like you always did when he wanted to surprise you. You fumbled off the couch, landing with a thud on your chest, which didn't feel very nice.

You patted around the area you fell for your phone, which fell with you. Finding it, you turned it on, displaying the time. 3:42 p.m. Might as well get in the shower since there's nothing else to do. You slowly got up, and walked over to your stereo and plugged your phone in, blasting what ever play list you listed to last. Ironically, it was Patrick's band, Fall Out Boy. Good thing the person who built your house, also sound proofed the outer walls.

You let the music blast through out the house, mumbling some of the lyrics. Walking to your bathroom, you slowly stripped off your clothes, throwing them in a basket near your washer and dryer. You stepped inside your bathroom and turned on the water, waiting for it to warm up. While you waited, you got everything you needed for when you're done. You smiled, and stepped into you're warm shower.

You didn't hear you're front door open, mainly because you were in the shower, but also because of the blaring music, going through out the house.

"Y/N? You here, babe?" Patrick yelled over the music, not getting a reply.

He smiled as he heard his voice throughout the whole house. Patrick put his stuff down and went to look for you. He turned the corner to see steam coming out from the bathroom. Walking over to the door, he heard you singing to the song that was being played throughout the house, Just One Yesterday. You didn't notice him lean against the door post, looking at you up and down, smiling as you did little dances throughout the bathroom.

"Anything you say can and will be held against you..." you sang, as he started to inch towards you, being careful to have you not notice him. "So only say my name..." you wrapped your bath towel around your chest for your body to dry as you did your hair. "And it will be held against yo-" you were cut off by Patrick spinning you around, holding your wrists above your head against the wall. "P-Patrick... your h-home" you stuttered as you looked your husband in the eye.

Even if he has heard you sing before(without you knowing about it), you never liked singing in front of him, or anyone for that matter. You always thought you had a terrible singing voice, so you always felt uncomfortable. It took you by a surprise to have him spin and then pin you against the wall.

"Your wish... is my command, love." Patrick whispered into your year, before going in for a passionate kiss.

You blushed a deep red at his sudden movements. His body started move move closer to yours, loosening the towel around your torso. You whimpered under his lips as the towel fell from your skin. Even with being married to Patrick for 3 years, being intimate more then you can count, you were still always nervous, awkward, and self conscious when and if he even saw you naked.

You started to squirm under Patrick's grasp. He began to chuckle into the kiss, thinking you were getting turned on by this. He parted from your lips and placed his forehead against yours looking into your e/c eyes. You slowly looked upward into his hazel green eyes, seeing lust start to coat them.

"P-Patrick... my towel... I-it fell...." you stuttered, blushing an even deeper red then you were before, as you looked away from him.

Your hands started moving up towards your bare chest to cover your self up. Patrick noticed you doing this, and his cheeks turned to a rose color. He realized how uncomfortable you were, and he only made you feel worse. He shut his eyes tight, even putting a hand to his eyes, releasing you from his grasp. Bending down, and feeling around the floor for your towel and finding it, Patrick handed it back to you, and turned around.

"Holy- My gosh Y/N. I'm so sorry! I-I-I just don't know what came over me! I'm sorry for making you feel uncomfortable, babe!" Patrick apologized as he walked out of the bathroom closing the door behind him, leaving you alone to get dressed.

"It's fine, 'Trick.. You didn't know." You reassured him as you started dressing yourself.

He asked you if you were absolutely sure, and if you forgave him. You chuckled at the way he was acting. You reassured him as you put your shirt over your head.

"You have an amazing singing voice, by the way! I love you so much!" You heard Patrick yell from outside the door, running away after he finished his sentence.

You glared over at the door, and smiled. Oh, you're gonna get it, Stump.

I scared my friend for life with this one. She can't even hear Patrick's voice or listen to this song without thinking about my story. Want a friend to ruin things for you? Well here I am :D

Thank you for reading!

-Dawn