Patrick Stump Imagines

Vows

There I stood, behind the doors that my future is behind. Where all my family and friends are gathered to be a witness to the happiest day of my life. Our lives.

I took in a deep breath, fiddling with the bouquet of flowers in my hand. People ran around me, making sure everything was absolutely perfect before the ceremony started. They had to make sure every single flower was in place (including petals), and that all the important people were ready to walk down the isle. I stared at all the people running around. All of this was making me so anxious, I just wanted to go home. But my home is just behind those doors. My home is where my heart is, and I'm not fucked.

"Y/N! Are you ready, babe?" I turned around to see my best friend, and maid of honor running towards me in her heels. A grin spread across my face as she embraced me in a hug.

"I think I'm more than ready.." I whispered into her ear. That just made her arms tighten even more around me.

"I'm so glad you found your future." She pulled away from the hug and looked into my eyes. "Now you gotta help me find mine! God, I don't know how to talk to guys..." I laughed at her comment. She never really changed over these years. She's been almost the exact same since 6th grade.

The organ on the balcony started its tune, making everyone run faster. It's time. My best friend gave me one more quick hug and ran over to the person that was walking with her down the isle. The person was the best man, Pete Wentz. Pete smiled at me, then walked with her to their spot in line. I took in another deep breath, and walked to where I was to wait.

One by one, each group of two left the lobby of the church, walking forward rhythmically. I could feel my heart beat quicken in my chest. My life will never be the same after I walk through these doors. Joe walked up beside me, taking in a breath and exhaling.

"Time flies, doesn't it?" He asked me, shoving his hands in his pocket. I looked up into his crystal blue eyes and nodded. "Feels like just yesterday we were 16, slacking off in the back of Mrs. Zimmerman's art room every Monday. Our only worry back than was giving speeches," he chuckled, looking back towards the now closed doors.

"Life seemed easier back then, yeah?" He nodded.

The moments after that was filled with comfortable silence, just like it normally is. Luckily, it wasn't silent for to long. Soon enough, the Wedding March started from the organ in the other room. Joe extended his arm for me to take, and I did take it. The doors opened, and Joe tugged me forward.

Joe guided me down the isle, passing our friends and family. My aunts and most uncles were trying to hold back the tears when they saw me. Some of my girl friends from over the years were all just about jumping up and down, and my guy friends (the close ones that aren't in the band) had smiles from ear to ear. We got to the end of the isle, just stopping in front of Patrick and our marriage officiant, Andy. Joe turned to me, and picked me up in a gigantic hug, whispering in my ear: "I'm so proud of the both of you. I'm sorry your parents aren't here." Joe let me down, and I stared into his glistening eyes, smiling wide. He patted my back, and ushered me towards the love of my life.

I walked up to Patrick, who just about tackled me in a hug. He whispered in my ear "you look so damn beautiful," and set me down to take my hand and led me up to Andy. Andy smiled wide at the both of us, happy that he was with us.

"Friends, Family, we have been gathered here today to celebrate the union of Patrick and Y/N. I know some of you were hoping for a real priest, but these two wanted someone close to do this. And I'm more than honored to do this for them. Anyway! Patrick, your vows please."

Pete tapped Patrick's shoulder, trying to give him a slip of paper, but he refused to take it. Patrick turned back to me, smiling wider than ever.

"Y/N... No words can describe how happy I am that I found you; that you found me. I'm so very happy you want to be my partner in life from now on. I will cherish every moment we make together, good or bad. I promise to always be by your side when you need me. I love you, to Pluto and back. Always and forever." Tears streamed down both of our faces. Andy took in a deep breath to keep himself from crying, then asked me for my vows.

"Patrick Stump, all those years ago when I met you through our friend, Joe, I wasn't expecting to fall. But I fell, and I fell hard. But, luckily, you were there to pick me up, and help me stand when I fell for you. For years, I've never felt at home anywhere, even in my own house; but I found my home in your arms, Patrick. You're always on my mind. I love you to the farthest star and back. Through anything, I'll stay with you."

Sobs sounded throughout the chapel. Was my vow really that heartfelt? i looked over to big, strong, manly Andy whom hand tears rolling down his face. Guess it was.

"God dammit, Y/n. I didn't want to cry today," Andy chuckled softly, then cleared his throat. "Rings please?" My friend handed me my ring, and Pete handed Patrick his.

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The rest of the night was a blur to me. I can't remember anything that happened after my best friend handed me the ring. But, it's the same concept of every other wedding night, right? First the wedding in the chapel, then the hour of taking pictures with everyone, then meeting everyone at the reception party, that goes on for who knows how long.

I can ask Patrick about everything that happened once he wakes up next to me.