Patrick Stump and Pete Wentz Imagines

Patrick Imagine #2

Every member of Fall Out Boy, including you, were huddled around the fire they had made for My Song Know What You Did In The Dark (Light Em' Up).

Patrick had his arms around your waist while you had rested your head on his shoulder.

"So," you say, awkwardly. "Now what?"

"We could get some food," Pete suggests immediately, and everyone shouts in agreement.

You and Patrick walk towards his car and Joe, Andy, and Pete walk towards Andy's car.

"Where should we meet you?" Patrick asks.

Pete, Andy, and Joe murmured.

"Domino's," Andy finally said.

"Ok," Patrick said.

Everyone left, except you and Patrick. You two just stayed standing by the fire.

"It's beautiful," you said, just watching the fire.

"Not as beautiful as you," Patrick says, pulling you closer to him.

"Tacky," you mumble loud enough for Patrick to hear.

"I know," Patrick admits.

20 minutes of silence passed, except for Patrick's phone ringing.

"Uh, (Y/N)?" Patrick says shyly.

"Yeah?" You say.

"I've built up all the courage I could," Patrick says. "and I have something to tell and ask you."

"Uh, go ahead," you say nervously.

"Ok," Patrick says, taking a deep breath. He uses two of his fingers to turn your face towards him. "I love you," he begins. "I love everything about you. From head to toe. Flaws and all. And, by the way, you have no flaws. I just have a feeling we would be perfect together, forever. So, I ask you, will you marry me?"

Patrick pulls out a little box, and reveals a ring. With your favorite colored stone in the middle.

"So?" He asks.

You stand there, dancing in your mind. Finally you shout, "Yes!"

Patrick's phone rings one more time, but he shuts it off. You suddenly hear cheers.

"Mr. and Mrs. Patrick Stump!" Pete yelled.

Pete walks over to you two. He pulls you apart and then Pete put his arms over both of your shoulders.

"By the way," Pete says. "I'm planning your wedding."

"I'm good with that," you say. "as long as I'm not wearing a black dress."

"Crap," Pete mumbles.

(the picture up top is what i think of when you fucking say "oh I'd love to wear a black dress!!1!" like oh my god i dont fucking care. stop fucking commenting that you'd wear a black dress. this is satire. i dont care about you.)