Patrick Stump Imagines

Love Never Felt So Good

A/N: A little fluff because I think I went over the edge on the last chapter. Also, if you don't go by she/her pronouns whenever I write in third person, please replace it with yours. Enjoy!

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He woke up next to the lady he loved, bringing a smile to his face as her hair fell on her face while the sun shone on the same surface, giving it a beautiful aura, making her seem more lovely than she already was. He couldn't stop thinking how lucky he was to have her, and he was never letting go. If he had to fight for her, he would do it fearlessly. Anything for the love of his life.

He caressed her hair as if it was something fragile, and leaned in to nuzzle his nose on the neck of her neck. The lady moved a bit, then opened her eyes to the wonderful sight of her husband.

"Good morning, baby," she greeted with a groggy voice. Her husband looked up and rested his head on the pillow, staring at her beautiful eyes. Oh, how lucky he was.

"Good morning, too, my love." His face casted an unexpected smile, infecting the woman's face too. "I love you."

She managed not to blush as he leaned in for a faint kiss, but she grabbed him back and savored the moment for as long as their breaths could. Another smile was brought to the man's face, extending the older one.

She laughed and sat up, throwing a pillow at him playfully. "Get up, I'm making breakfast."

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She was making pancakes as her husband was watching her in amusement, wondering how she was doing all of that. She noticed his gaze and put a bit of the mixture on his nose, making him pout.

"You're lucky you're adorable," she mumbled as she continued mixing the mixture. He rose to his feet and hugged her from behind, watching her activity from a closer view.

"I'm not. I'm fedorable," he corrected. A smile formed on his features as he kissed his wife's cheek. Love never felt so good, he thought.

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They were still in their pajamas, watching TV. He was hugging her on the couch, and the both of them couldn't be happier than they were in that very moment.

As loving the gesture was, it was boring the both of them. He stood and took her favorite record from the records lazily stacked on top of the record player, and played it. She, half-asleep, rose and listened to the first song ringing in her ears. It felt nice to finally get to listen to her favorite record after missing it for years, and the smile on her face was bright.

He smirked at her, requesting for her to dance with him. Of course, she couldn't decline his offer, so she started dancing with the beat and held her lover close.

He decided to switch things a bit, so he put the Michael Jackson CD inside, playing his favorite hits.

"Ready to dance, (Y/N)?" he asked. (Y/N) smiled and danced to the beat, but fell on her feet. Her husband hurriedly ran to her, checking if she was alright.

"I'm okay, Stump. I promise," she reassured, making the lad's face calm. She pulled him in for a kiss, more passionate than the others they've shared after their wedding.

"I love you," he whispered as he pulled away. The looks on their face were happier than the other expressions they've had today, but they both knew that their relationship was happier, and that nothing could ruin it. They've fought for it, and survived all of the challenges faced with them, and the reward of their task was this; a happy moment with two happy people.

Love never felt so good.