Band Imagines/One-Shots

You're Welcome, Sweetheart // Patrick Stump

You yawned, as you stumbled onto the bus. It was way too early to start waking up, at least, for your taste. You were coming on tour with the guys of Fall Out Boy, and you were almost regretting it because of what time you were up at this moment.

Almost.

No one had thought about bunks, or who's sleeping where. When you got on the bus, you immediately laid face down on the couch in the front lounge, groaning.

"Uh, (y/n)?" Andy asked, kneeling next to you. "You okay?" You nodded.

"Tired." You mumbled. He chuckled, and pulled a blanket over you.

"Get some sleep." He kissed your temple. You passed out right after that.

About an hour later, you woke up and sat up, stretching your aching muscles.

You went to see if there was an open bunk, but you groaned. There wasn't.

A curtain to your left slid open, and a cute Patrick Stump stuck his head out.

"It's alive." He smiled innocently.

"Its tired." You added. "There's no more bunks." Your eyebrows turned up in sadness.

"You can have mine." Patrick started to move, but you made him stay.

"I'm not kicking you out of your bunk." You said sternly.

"Well..." he started to have a slight pink cover his cheeks. "We can always share." He smiled innocently. You couldn't help but smile at the man. He was too fedorable.

Yeah, you just said it, regardless of how stupid that pun was.

"Okay." You smiled softly. Patrick pulled the curtain completely open, and slid over for you. You crawled in, half laying on Patrick, both of you turning red.

"S-Sorry." You stuttered.

"T-That's okay." He replied, putting an arm around your waist and making sure you don't fall off the bunk.

You pulled the curtain closed, and rested your head on his chest.

"Thank you, Patrick." It was silent, your eyes closing. You were almost asleep, but you swore that just before you fell asleep, you heard Patrick say "You're welcome, sweetheart." And a small pressure on your forehead.