Patrick Stump Imagines

Be My Valentine?

He stared at the door impatiently as he clutched the object in his hands. Pete was beside him, adjusting some lyrics to go with the tune his best friend thought of. There were some rusty parts but some just enough to be nearly a worldwide hit.

"What are you waiting for, Patrick?" Joe asked out of the blue. The singer snapped out of his daze and looked down. Sighing, he spoke up.

"Nothing. Just them."

Joe nodded as if he was apologizing for asking befote the door flew open, your band's drummer immediately greeting Pete. You smiled at everyone as you took a seat right across their singer who seemed to be concentrating on something. You shrugged it off before Pete greeted your band and started discussing your plans for the song that you were collaborating on.

His words seemed to pass by in a blur—you were captivated in their singer. He was cute. It was until someone put their arm around you.

"So it's Valentine's Day, are you two dating?" Andy asked as he saw your bassist's arm on your shoulder. Patrick glanced at the both of you as he looked down at the velvet box in his hands.

"Maybe. I was just planning on asking her out," your bassist retorted with a smile. The both of you were the OTP of your fandom so it wasn't a doubt that they'll ask about your dates. Sure, he was also cute, but not as cute as Patrick.

Speaking of Patrick, he then secretly looked at his gift for you comparing it to your bassist's undeniable charm. He took the little note from the box and read it silently to himself.

Hey (Y/N)!

I was wondering if you'd be my Valentine this year because I have had this ridiculous crush on you for forever. I finally gathered up the guts to give this to you and speak to you. Will you be my Valentine? I'll even write you a poem if you want to. Oh wait, hold on.

He took another note from the folded paper, smoothening it out quietly before situating his glasses at the right place.

Here's the poem I told you about. Tried my best, sorry if it sucks.

Roses are red,
I'll say things I've never said.
You're always crossing my mind,
will you be my valentine?

"(Y/N), will you be my Valentine?" your bassist finally asked before his eyes pleaded for your answer. Of course you were agreeing. You nodded vigorously as the rest of the people clapped and cheered, except for Patrick, who was still dormant in the corner.

Truth is, he bought the necklace (which cost him a thousand) for you a month ago and spent his days practicing on how to ask you out. He's had a crush on you for so long, but for him, he was now hopeless. He couldn't ask you on any other day because that would be awkward. And here he is, alone.

A tear streamed down his cheek as he looked down at the necklace and closed its container, accepting that his little heart has been rejected.