Imagines

What A Catch (Patrick Stump imagine)

(A.N.: hello friends! I'm sorry I haven't posted any imagines in quite a while. How are you? I'm peachy. I hope you all are happy and feeling good! So, this next imagine is a Patrick Stump imagine (again, yeah, sorry, but it's been requested very often so heh) and it takes place at a baseball game. Also, this is SOUL PUNK ERA Patrick. I love that era aweawe. But I can almost hear everyone in this fandom screaming they don't like sports, don't worry, I don't like sports either. But I thought it might be cute. Also, I'm currently working on TONS of new projects, including a few more imagines, so don't despare! anywho, enjoy this!)

imagine...

You were sitting with your friends at your state's baseball team game. Your bestfriend forced you to get here because 'you won't get anywhere by staying in your room all day'. Bullshit.

You watched the game carefully, your heart beating a little faster everytime your favorite player hit. Okay, you hated your friends for dragging you here, but the game was still a kind of good game. But you hated them, oh, you can't just forgive someone of pulling you out of your sweet, sweet room that easily. Oh hell no.

You took the beer your friend handed you, smiling. A baseball game isn't one without beer, everyone knows that. Number 71 was hitting next. You sat at the edge of your seat, excited. You were just across the field, so you had the ultimate view on the game. The player walked to the home plate, confident. His bat swung in the air as the ball flew towards him. Everyone held their breath, but you you stared at the ball. Was it coming your way..?

Before you even realised, someone jumped in front of you and catched the ball with their glove. You looked up to see a young, bleached blond guy, about your age. "Hi!" he beamed.

"Uh, hello. Thanks for, you know, catching that before it hit my face."

"Oh, no problem! Wouldn't want to get that beautiful face ruined, anyway," he says, making you blush slightly. You can almost feel your friends' gaze on the both of you. You decided to just ignore them. "What's your name?"

You give him your name, and he compliments you saying it suits you very well. "what's yours?"

"I'm Patrick. Patrick Stump. Nice meeting you! Is this seat taken?"

"Well, there was my f-" you feel you bestfriend hit you on the shouder. "Yes, it's free," you smiled as he sat, before you punched your friend's shoulder back. She smiled at you and motioned you to take care of the young man beside you.

"So, what is a pretty girl like you doing at this boring baseball game?"

You frowned, "don't you like baseball?"

He laughed, "not really, I came here with my friends. Are you going to answer my question now, Baseball Girl?"

You giggled, "well, Patrick Stump, I happen to really enjoy a baseball game with my friends. And by the way, this team's the best in the league, so you should enjoy the game. It's the best baseball you'll get to see in your life, Patrick Stump!" you told him before you both bursted out laughing. "But I get it. Many people prefer football or hockey to baseball."

"To be honest, Baseball Girl, I don't really like sports in general. They're all either boring or way too violent for no good reason."

"And in which category stands baseball?"

"Well," he rubbed his chin with his left hand. "Probably on the boring side. But, like, bordeline boring. It's almost interesting," he said, making you laugh.

"Well, Patrick Stump, I'd love to see what you think is interesting. Because, by your lack of interest for such a great sport, you must clearly be one fascinating human being."

He shrugged, "I play music. It's neither really good or interesting, but I just like it, I guess."

"Well, I'm sure you're a very talented musician, Patrick Stump. I'd love to hear you play sometime."

"Well, I happen to play the venue down the street tonight. If you feel like it, I could get you and your friends backstage passes."

"Oh, so we could meet the great Patrick Stump! I dreamt of this moment my entire life!" you laughed. You were not too sure if you knew who the guy was, but you didn't really care. A man who has such little interest for sports had to be a great musician, if not a brilliant musician. Or just a very boring person. You had the feeling Patrick stood in the first category. "I'd love to. I'm not sure if those fucktards would come though," you said, motioning to your friends. "They'd probably think it's some kind of romantic date or whatever and would hate to intrude."

He just laughed. "Okay then, you, with or without your friends, are welcome. But don't tell them it's a romantic date though. Unless you want it to be?"

"Oh, hell no! A romantic date with a musician? Never in a million years," you teased him, playfully hitting his shoulder.

"Okay, a non-romantic date it is, then, Baseball Girl."

"Good. See you tonight, Patrick Stump. Don't forget to play your best, you've got to impress me here. But you're doing a pretty good job so far. Except for the basebal hating thing. You lost a few points there, boy."

"I will. See you tonight, Baseball Girl. I hope I'll see you there," he smiled.

"You already forgot? You'll get me backstage passes to meet Patrick Stump!"

He smiled, "that's right. Tell the guard you're Baseball Girl, he'll let you in."

"Good. See you tonight, Patrick Stump."

"See you tonight, Baseball Girl."

Suddenly, forgiving your friends for dragging you here became alot easier. Yeah, you could totally forgive them now.