Sweetheart. (Patrick Stump Imagines)

after show

~ soul punk patrick ~

Being the supportive and loving partner that you are, you patiently wait for Patrick right on the side of the stage to welcome him every after shows.

Regardless of how sweaty he gets, you don't mind hugging the man that you love although he would protest because he gets too conscious most of the time about his sweat and his smell, but your loving ass just can't be stopped and somehow he's gotten used to you attacking him with hugs and kisses every after show, but the playful protests are still there.

Tonight is one of those nights and you couldn't be more excited and proud to welcome your lover after his show. After Patrick's band have bowed to the audience, they all lined up and walked to the side stage where you're found. You congratulated each of them like always, with brief polite hugs and smiles. Then, it's Patrick's turn and you couldn't help but squeal in excitement. He looked up at you and smirked.

"Hi, babe." Patrick greeted you.

You giggled and opened your arms to let him engulf himself in your arms, but he playfully pushed you back with his gloved hand, which you didn't understand and immediately got worried about. "D-did I do something wrong?" You asked, suddenly feeling the awkward and achy weight of rejection.

"I didn't want you to hug me," he was interrupted by a staff handing him a towel.

"T-that's okay." You responded, suddenly feeling awkward about standing right in front of him while he's patting his sweat dry.

Patrick immediately chucked his towel to the side. "No, it's not. I want to be the one hugging you instead." He quickly said, apologetically chuckling as he gently pulled you towards him to hug you.

You sighed in relief. "Fuck, Patrick." You playfully slapped his hip then wrapped your arms around his waist.

Both of you chuckled as you stood on your holy ground. "Yes, you will fuck Patrick later, baby." You could feel his smile as he buried his face into your neck.

You laughed and playfully slapped his ass, which made him giggle. "I just wanted to let you know how proud I am of you and how happy I am that you're thriving in doing what you love, but yeah that works too."

Patrick pulled his face back, his body still intact with yours, his hands resting on both sides of your hips. He looks at you like how he takes his time admiring the sky. "I know that, babe. Thank you." He gently placed a kiss on your forehead as he gently put one hand on your backside, just below your breast.

His playful smirk came back again, which almost made you laugh in giddiness because you really enjoy him being confident with himself. "Now, this body will further elaborate to you how grateful I am for having you in my life."

You couldn't help but laugh in adoration at Patrick. "Let's have dinner then."

"But I don't want food."

"Did I say we're eating food for dinner?"

Patrick's smile slowly increased in watts like Christmas lights. "Cool. I prefer meals like that." He giggled as both of you skipped out of the venue hand in hand, about to make the most out of the night ahead.