Patrick Stump Imagines

Guitars And Fedoras

You walked in your best friend's house, your guitar case hung loosely on your shoulder as you breathed heavily from trying to get pass the hundreds of fans in front of his house's gate. It was one of his moments wherein he wanted to play guitar with you, and you simply couldn't say 'no' to him. He was irresistible.

"Haven't you ever heard of knocking on the goddamn door?" he asked playfully, looking at you with a smug grin. You rolled your eyes and closed the door, taking a seat next to him.

"What's the song today, Stump?" You took your guitar from its case and strummed on the strings, tuning it and making sure it sounded melodic.

"I don't know. I just wanted to borrow your guitar, that's all."

You furrowed your eyebrows. "That's weird. Why?"

"I just wanted to know what it's like to be you."

"Quoting your own song won't make me say 'yes', Small Tree."

He pouted. "I'm not small!"

"Says the guy who's apparently an inch shorter than me."

"You wear heels!"

"Sometimes," you corrected him. "Besides, my heels are only like, half an inch tall."

"So you're only half an inch taller than me, idiot."

"That's still called 'being tall'. Anyway, I'm not letting you borrow my guitar."

"Come on! I always let you borrow mine!"

You pulled your guitar closer to you. "You did it voluntarily."

"Awe, come on."

"No."

He pouted again, but his mood changed as a smirk formed on his face. "Well then, I'll have to take it from you."

"Try. I bet your tiny arms won't even get the opportunity to even touch it."

"Call me 'small' one more time, I dare you," he taunted. You stuck your tongue out at him and tightened your grip on the instrument.

"You're so small, you make out with LEGOs."

"That's it," he swiftly moved closer to you and pulled the guitar from your arm, successfully getting the intrument. What he didn't notice was that he was now on top of you, and your faces were inches apart, his warm breath against your lips.

Your eyes met, and his blue-green eyes were staring into yours. You raised your eyebrow and pulled him closer, making the gap between the both of you barely a centimeter apart. His lips were about to meet yours as his eyes closed, but you pushed him off and took his fedora along with you, running across his living room.

"PSYCHE!" you screamed, running off. A face of disbelief formed on his features as he patted his head, not believing that his beloved fedora wasn't where it usually was. He stood and ran after you, tripping every once in a while. You were hiding behind the bathroom door as you heard him run more, searching for you. Once you decided that he was far from where you were, you quickly moved from your hiding spot and ran off, his fedora still in hand.

You were quietly walking back to his living room, but a pair of calloused hands grabbed your hand and pulled you to face him, and it was none other than the teddy-bear like, fedora-wearing man.

He was smirking as he took the fedora from your hand that was weak from both the shock of his grab and his handsome smirk. You were speechless; his hair was messy, sweat was dripping on his forehead, and his sleeves were rolled up. His fedora was now back on his head, which just added to how hot we currently was.

"Naughty (Y/N). Running away from your best friend like that with his second most valued treasure," he said in a low tone. You swore to yourself that if another thing that came out of his mouth in a low tone, you were going to explode from all the hotness he was nonchalantly mastering.

"Second? What's the first?" you asked. He took both of your wrists and held them close to his body, his face once again inches from yours.

"You." His lips landed on yours as your lips returned the kiss, tasting a hint of mint in his mouth. His grip on your hand loosened and got off as he snaked them behind your back, your wrists doing the same but on his hair, grabbing tightly, earning a moan from the man. The both of you pulled away for air, and his smirk grew deeper.

"And I'm going to finish what I started," he said with a seductive smirk, sweeping you from your legs and walking inside his room, locking the door.