Sweetheart. (Patrick Stump Imagines)

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Hello and I'm sorry for the lack of updates. College has been busy and life has been challenging to live through sometimes.

Anyway, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE THOUSAND READS!! Thank you so much for reading my works. I really appreciate you. Words couldn't express how happy and grateful I am. As a reward, here's a weird-ass imagine that I wrote on a sad and lonely Saturday night.

(im sorry for any grammatical errors. i'll be revising this, i promise)

The 35 year-old man placed a hand on his chest as the limousine pulled by the entrance of the grand five-star restaurant where his lady, a 25 year-old youthful lady was waiting for him in a simple red dress that hugs and accentuates her curves in the right places.

Patrick was looking handsomely formal, wearing a plain maroon v-neck shirt that's tucked in his pair of black skinny jeans; a tailored-fit black suit with two buttons and a pair of black shoes. A pair of clear-framed glasses aided his troubled vision.

She stood at the center, a smile spreading across her lips once she recognized the man stepping out of the luxurious car. The gold band ring around his ring finger shone on the warm lights. She wondered if he's also going to slip a ring on her finger one day.

Once Patrick saw his lady standing in the middle of the entrance, a smile glowed on his face. He huffed out a breath as he felt the familiar and the delicious sensation of giddiness and nervousness play around his nerves. He's went out with her a lot of times. The paparazzi have snapped a lot of their pictures together. He's proud of having her, but at times he's also afraid that she's ashamed of being with him; that she's just putting that smile on because he's just her sugar daddy.

He doesnt even know if she still sees him as that kind of man. It's been three years since she's graduated. He expected for her to just disappear just like how most of the ladies that used him did. She's done with school. She's earned several digits in her bank account to stand on her own. She could leave him, but three years later, she's still with him.

Patrick affectionately put both of his hands on the dip of both sides of her waist as Y/N sweetly grinned at him, her eyes on him like he's the most precious thing she's ever laid her eyes on. Y/N cradled the side of his face, adoring the tingly, rough sensation of his beard against her palm.

The couple shared a simple but passionate kiss that made both of their hearts stop and go off like fireworks at the same time.

Patrick's security men in black suits awkwardly stood, their straight faces masking them wishing that they're the old man at the moment.

•••••

They were escorted in the rooftop which is one of the V.I.P sections of the restaurant. He wanted this night to be romantic. They rarely get to go out like this. He wants to make the most out of this.

They were sat by the railing, upon Y/N's request. It was a good thing that both of them love the heights.

"Good evening, Mr. Stump!" The manager of the restaurant greeted as he came with the menu.

Patrick and Y/N both politely smiled and nodded at him.

"How are you?" Patrick asked as he scanned the menu.

"Been better. So, is this your daughter now?" The manager innocently asked, which made the couple blush and bite back their laughter.

Patrick couldn't help but grin in amazement. "No, I don't have kids. She's Y/N, my lady." Patrick somehow found it awkward on what to call her. He wanted to call her his wife, but he'd probably get stood up and walked out.