Patrick Stump and Pete Wentz Imagines

Patrick - Snow

(Enjoy the picture. I took it.)
|Wow. You made it to Christmas, 2015. You didn't die. Congratulations. I'm very proud of you. (Note: I'm not being sarcastic, I'm actually quite proud of you for being alive this long.)|

The snow fell and the air was chilly. Patrick was in the kitchen making hot chocolate, as I sat in the downstairs bay window. All I wanted to do, was play around in the white fluff.
"Hey, (Y/N)," Patrick said, sitting in the bay window and handing me the hot chocolate. "How are you enjoying Tahoe?"
"It's so pretty," I admit. "I love it here."
"Tomorrow we have to head to Reno."
"No! I want to stay here. It gives me an excuse to stay inside. Plus, I was watching the news, and they said in Reno there's slush. Ew."
"Well, it's not like we have a choice. That's the closest airport. Vacation's over, babe."
I took a sip of the hot chocolate. "I don't want to leave."
"How about, to make the moment last, we can just... be outside?"
I immediately grabbed Patrick's hand and pulled him outside. We were standing in the snow, and it was super pretty. After an hour or so, Patrick and I ended up laying in the snow. He had laid out his jacket for us to lay on.
Patrick tried to find the pocket of his jacket. He pulled something out.
"Kiss me," Patrick demanded, holding mistletoe above us.
"Fuck this," I said in response, then smashed our lips together.
Patrick and I pulled away. It was quite awkward between us after that, so I grabbed a clump of snow at threw it in Patrick's face. Soon after, he chased me into the house.
"Can we open presents yet?" Patrick asked.
"Why not?" I admitted. "There's only two. Won't take very long."
Patrick walked upstairs and grabbed my present and his. We plopped onto the couch. Patrick opened his first.
"A bow?" Patrick asked, pulling a bow out of the small box.
"I'll take that," I said, taking the biw from Patrick's hands and placing it on my forehead. "I'm your Christmas present!"
"Well, that sure goes well with my present," Patrick admitted.
I was confused by this, until I opened the present Patrick had gotten me. It was a small box. I opened it and immediately saw a ring.
"Mr. Stump-" I stuttered.
"And Mrs. Stump... if you say yes."
"Yeah, actually I was planning on being in a steady relationship with a realllya amazing guy for the rest of my life, but I guess I could become Mrs. Stump."
Patrick laughing at my sarcasm. "So, that's a yes?"
"Fuck yeah."

|No seriously, I'm really proud of you for surviving this long. I really love you, and I have no doubt that you can make it until Christmas of next year. Hopefully you spend today with people you love and who love you back. If not, I love you, and you can spend Christmas with me. Just message me on Kik; [WellFuck.ImHere] or on Instagram; [TheRarestPhanboy], and we can talk. (In case I haven't said it yet, I love you and I'm proud you're alive.) Please, Kik me or DM me on Instsgram if you feel or are alone on this glorious day. I don't want any of you feeling down.|