Sweetheart. (Patrick Stump Imagines)

Mr. Stump

I still can't believe that I'm playing the guitar for one of Patrick Stump's live shows.

I truly admire his solo career and the solo album that he recorded, wrote, and produced by himself. His major change in his fashion and aesthetic blew my brains out. I didn't know that he could be bold and out there like that. He's peaking and doing the most out of what he can and I'm proud of him no matter what.

For tonight, I wore a high waisted lavender cropped office pants, a rose silk camisole that I tucked in my pants, and a well-ironed, classic, wide-shouldered lavender blazer with three gold plated buttons.

For shoes I wore a pair of brown lacquer men's shoes with a pair of plain high white socks. My bold outfit distracts me from the bubbling anxiety that I feel in the pit of my stomach and tickling in the hollow of my chest.

I'm warming up my guitar together with the other band members whom I will be playing with for tonight's concert. We've been chatting with each other for a while which made me comfortable being with them. They're really nice and fun to talk to. We've discussed different topics such as politics, food, alcoholic drinks, music, spooky stories, and sex. It's a pretty interesting mix of topics.

Soon Patrick finally walked to us, wearing a wide joyous grin. He looked divine in his purple suit and slacks. He's wearing a black button up blouse on the inside, tucked in his pants, and a lusty gold bowtie tied around under the collar of his blouse.

I felt a delicious knot in my gut once I caught myself already mile past from admiring his aesthetic. I couldn't take my eyes off of his bowtie and how pretty it look around his neck. I watched Patrick's hand tug his bowtie undone and my eyes lazily followed his hands trail down to his belt and tug his pants up, which made flush and bite back a gasp.

"Hey, Y/N. You look stunning." Patrick's voice pulled me out of my wayward thinking.

I blinked and quickly looked up at him and flash an awkward smile. "Thanks. You too, Mr. Stump."

I swear I heard him growl. Or was it just my stomach?

"Everyone ready to rock this night out?" Patrick asked out loud, hyping us up.

"Hell yeah!" I shouted along with my bandmates as I strapped my guitar across my body.

The lights on the main stage dimmed, cuing for us to take our places on the stage. We all jogged off to take our places on the stage and also to plug in our instruments. The dim circles of green lights on the floor and on both sides of the stairs were enough to light our way to the stage and to keep us from stumbling.

Once the audience has seen our sillhouette, their cheers transitioned into the loudest of screams which still sounded melodious to me.

The crowd began to chant Patrick's name as they clapped their hands.

The drummer tapped his drumsticks against each other to count off the beginning to Allie.

I felt the adrenaline blended smoothly with my excitement and passion to play. I strummed my guitar and loved how perfect we all sounded together!

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Three songs later, we were all hot and sweaty in our outfits. My silk camisole was clinging on my sweat glazed skin.

Watching and performing with Patrick has been really fun. His dance moves and voice are spectacular.

Our choreographed moves and gigs for each song really went well and the audience loved it. It's evident with their reactions and the occasional interesting commentaries like "I want your babies" directed to Patrick during a part in Allie where we had to be still like mannequins for a moment before resuming to the last part of the songs where Patrick had to belt out and do a falsetto, which he did ever so smoothly.