Patrick Stump Imagines

6 - Love Quarrel

Rolling your eyes, you ignored the words of your so-called boyfriend about his compliment on the amount of food you eat.

"I do a lot of things, so I think it's okay to eat like this." You said sarcastically.

"You'll get fat." Patrick says, teasing you.

"At least I know I'm fluffy," you snapped and rolled your eyes for the nth time.

Patrick shakes his head and tries not to lose his appetite on the food.

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Pete and the others are also affected with your exchanges of bitter compliments with Patrick. You've been doing this for minutes that seemed like eternity for the three.

Whilst writing on the paper, Patrick said another word about you and you wouldn't stop yourself from doing so.

"What the fuck?" Pete snaps, banging his fists on the working table. "You two are like young volcanoes! It's annoying!"

"Y/N started it," Patrick whined, teasing his best friend.

"Shut up!" You say.

"Both of you! Shut. Up." The bassist hisses in irritation. "Joe and Andy, execute plan A!"

"Aye-aye, sir!" Joe says, fumbling on the drawers whilst Andy held your and Patrick's wrist. "Got it!" Joe says, holding a pair of handcuffs.

"I'm going to put these here," Pete says, attaching the first cuff on your wrist. "...aand here." He says, doing the other one on Patrick's.

"What the hell?" You shrieked as you realized that he would be everywhere you'll be. "Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz III, remove this at once!" You added.

"No, Y/N. I'm not going to remove those until you two got well."

Patrick sighed. "It's like The Youngblood Chronicles but I'm with someone as confusing with that briefcase!" He threw his hands in the air, yours flying at the process.

"Well, we should have revised the story and placed Y/N instead of that dumb briefcase." Joe says. "Then, it'll be a love story then, Patrick and us, saving Y/N."

"Eew," you said. "It's okay for you guys to do it, but not Patrick." You roll your eyes.

"As if I'm gonna, duh." Patrick snapped sassily. He leapt from his seat and stopped when he saw you pained as he pulled your wrist by the means of the cuff.

"Where are you going?" You ask.

"Comfort room," he heads to the direction. You heard the guys snickering at Pete's brilliant idea.
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So the day ended up like this: wherever you are, he's always by your side. The both of you try not to move too much from the silver restraint because you'll hurt each other's wrists.

You were napping on the couch next to him. Since he was indisposable of writing with a pencil or typing on a keyboard, he'll tap the lyrics in the notepad of his cellphone.

Meanwhile, your eyes shook open. No, not now, stomach! You said with your head and held your aching tummy with your free hand.

You thought that the situation will get better, but it didn't. You shivered as you felt sweating and the cold breeze that blows through you gives you goosebumps.

You immediately took a deep breath, planning on how to tell it to him. On the other hand, he looked on the corner of his eyes, wondering what were you doing.
When it seemed nothing for him, you continued to writhe in the moving sensation in your stomach.

You lied down on the couch, making Patrick drop his cellphone and laid down on your butt.

"Y/N, I thought you'll never move too much?" He asks, trying to sit again.

"I'm sorry." You said. "I just have...have to...bae!"

You meant the Danish meaning of bae, not the one everyone says.
"What?"

"I really have to poo, Patrick." You said. After you've said what you wanted, he froze on his spot.

"Pete!" Patrick started shouting, but his best friend didn't come. "Can you still hold it?"

"I really can't." You cringed as you tried to stop whatever is moving inside you.

"Let me sit up." He says and you sat up, giving him the opportunity to pick up his phone.

He dials Pete's number and unfortunately, he wasn't picking it up. Little did Patrick knew that the mastermind of this game was outside, eavesdropping together with his two minions.

"We have no other choice, Y/N." Patrick said in disbelief. He stood up and went to the direction of the bathroom.

"Is it okay with you?" You asked in shock.

"We don't have any choice. Pete may be somewhere, doing this in purpose. I do it too, Y/N. In fact, lot of people does."

As you rested down on the toilet bowl, he handed you the disinfectant spray. He instructed you to press it everytime you give out.

You started to push, pressing roughly on the sprayer.

"I'm really sorry for making you smell everything." You said.

"Mine smells bad too, don't worry."

"I will never eat too much again." You said. Patrick smirked at your words. You hit him with the end of the sprayer.

When you felt that there wasn't anything in queue, you felt relieved, but was taken away when you had another problem: wash it.

"Shit," you groaned. You grinned when you saw Patrick. "Trick?"

"Hmm?" He said.

"Do you have any idea how I'm gonna wash myself?" You teased. He flinched.

"I don't...don't know." He said, but he still knows.

"I know you do...pretty please with sugar?" You teased.

"No."

"I'll stink all day." You said playfully.

After a few teasing, you finally convinced him to wash you. You blushed when he has his hands on your behind.

As an aftermath, he washed multiple times with the handsoap. When you both went out of the comfort room, you wrapped your arms around him and said sorry.

"I'm sorry too."

A few seconds later, the door creaks open and Pete bursts in.

"Congratulations, guys! You both survived the test." He says.

You look at Patrick, who's currently looking at you.

"I'll do this to him and Maegan." He whispers to your ear and you chuckle.