Patrick Stump Imagines

Flowers

What exactly is the definition of kidnapping? Is it just a little kid napping in his/her room, or forcibly being taken against your will? Pretty sure it's the second one. And guess what Patrick is doing. Kidnapping you.

"Y/N, I'm not kidnapping you. You could have left at anytime when we left the apartment." Patrick sighed as he concentrated on the road ahead of you.

I guess technically he really didn't kidnap you. Before you were dragged out of the apartment, he told you he was taking you on a date, but didn't say where. You were undecided on how you felt about him dragging you out of the apartment. To you, it was a lazy day with no human interaction except for each other, and he felt the opposite way.

Fields surrounded you as Patrick drove on the straight road ahead. What the hell is he doing this far out from civilization. Maybe he was dumping you out here for the raccoons...

"Can you please tell me what you're going to do to me before you kill me?" You raised an eyebrow at Patrick, waiting for his response. He smirked and shook his ahead, pulling over next to.... well, nothing. He turned off the ignition and got out of the car, walking around the front to open your door. You thanked him and stepped out, looking at the vast land in front of you.

Wild flowers were scattered everywhere, all of them different colors. The sight I front of you was amazing. The wind was just light enough to make it look like the wild flowers were waves in an ocean. You wanted to cry because of how beautiful it looked. It was like a picture painted years ago, that was never touched.

"So, what do you think?" Patrick nudged you, putting you off balance for a slight moment. He smiled at you, with your mouth agape and not forming words. "I took you out here so I could make you a crown, my princess."

Your cheeks turned a slight shade of pink as Patrick grabbed your hand before you could respond. He led you into the sea of flowers, finding a spot for you two to plop down and play with the flowers. Honestly, you didn't wanna make crowns because you didn't wanna disturb the beauty that was growing in the field.

Patrick let go of your hand and sat down, searching through the flowers around him that he deemed worthy to sit atop your head. You beamed at how childish Patrick was acting. His hands slowly reaching for those certain flowers and softly plucking them so they would be the right length. His hair was softly brushing his face as he concentrated on what he was doing. There was a gleam in his eye that you've seen many times before. The gleam that showed up whenever he was doing something for you and/or with you. Anything that he thought would make you happy.

The both of you sat there in the field picking flowers for around 15 minutes. Patrick was making your crown, but you didn't understand or learn how to make one, so you were just picking the pretty flowers. With each one you picked, you put it into piles that were color coded, even if there wasn't a lot of different colors.

A few more minutes passed as you 'sorted' the flowers around you. As you were doing this, Patrick was standing behind you, gazing at all of your beautiful features and the way they moved. He lightly tapped your shoulder and stepped back so you could turn to face him. When you did, Patrick got down on one knee and stared straight into the eyes that made him fall for you long ago. He cleared his throat and opened his mouth to speak.

"Lady Y/N. It has been the greatest honor to have been spending these 4 long years together. Four long, joy filled years. But M'lady, I must say that it'd be an even greater honor if I could call you my queen. My wife. Y/N, will you marry me?" Patrick knelt I front of you, waiting to crown you with his flower crown.

Tears spilled from your eyes as you stared wide eyed at him. Only stutters were coming out of your mouth until you nodded at him and pounced on him for a hug.

Patrick chuckled as he held you securely in his arms. This is where you wanted to be forever. The warmth of his body against yours, barely any room to breath correctly.

After a few minutes, Patrick pulled away from you, putting the crown he made on top of your head. You giggled, figuring that this is actually what you had to wear until your wedding. But no. As soon as the crown was placed on you, Patrick dug his hand into his coat pocket and pulled out a little velvet box. You didn't have time to react to the ring because as soon as it was revealed, it was placed directly onto your finger. Your grin grew as big as a child's at Disney world.

"I love you, Patrick. Forever and always."

"I love you too, Y/N. To the farthest universe and back."

I barely remember writing this imagine over the summer, and now that I've re-read it, I think it's absolutely adorable >///<