Sweetheart. (Patrick Stump Imagines)

deep blue love

stream deep blue love by patrick stump for peace of mind 😌✨

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Waking up to the gentle morning after-shower scent of of wine and old rose made me curl my toes and let out a purr as I felt that delicious warm gliding sensation of home and familiarity in my body I shifted around the bed then slowly sat up, my eyes still closed as I listened to the very familiar footsteps of Y/N moving around our room as I assumed her getting dressed up for work.

"Good morning, amour." I heard my wife greeted me in a sweet rushed tone of voice. She's late for work.

I slowly opened my eyes and slightly frowned due to the glaring sunshine bright room which was too much for my morning eyes to take, but once I set my eyes on my wife, nothing was ever too painful to get a proper sight of her.

She's in a beige pencil skirt, which perfectly accentuates her curves. She's still in her bra, which is a simple black bra with a spaghetti strap. I got off our bed and walked to her.

"You look beautiful, love." I said to her, my voice still rough. I stopped at a respectable distance that isn't too close nor too far from her, shoving my hands in the pockets of my pajamas.

"Thank you." She said, leaving us with a slight unspoken tension in the air between us. I would walk closer to her and wrap my arms around her and give her as many kisses as I could or just nuzzle my face into her hair and inhale her scent and slowly sway our bodies side to side as if we're dancing... but I know she likes her space.

"Are coming home late tonight?" I asked.

"Maybe. I'll make sure to call you and let you know." She said.

I nodded. "I'll go make us breakfast."

"Oh no, don't bother. I'm running late. I'll just eat at the office."

Mornings have never felt so cold everytime we'd have an upright exchange of conversation like this, like she doesn't want anything to do with me, which makes me sad, because I don't feel any spark nor fire radiating from her, but I just love her so much to even care about how cold she's been to me.

Maybe it's the long years that we've been married that bored her to stay in love with me. Maybe she's got her eyes set on someone else. Maybe—

"Patrick," Y/N called out, snapping me from my spiral of thoughts. "You've been staring at my reflection for too long." She finally turned to face me. She's already wearing a silky white camisole over a classic beige blazer.

Y/N is such an absolute goddess. Her beauty is hypnotizing. I could never grow tired and bored of looking at her. Has she ever grown tired and bored of looking at my face? Maybe I should shave my beard off, but she told me that she likes how it feels against her skin, so I'm keeping it for as long as I can.

"Sorry. You're just too beautiful to not stare at."

She closed-mouthedly smiled as she reached her hand up and cradled the side of my face and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss just on the side of my lips, making me want more.

Our faces were very close; my eyes were set on her bare lips, which made me think that maybe she left it bare on purpose for me. I looked up at her eyes and saw it glimmering with want and that was enough for me to give in, snake my hand on the back of her head as I closed the space between us and molded my lips perfectly with hers, cradling her close to me.

I miss being close to her and expressing genuine intimacy with her. I could express genuine intimacy to her, but I also want her to be genuinely in love with me again not just genuinely lusting for me. I want her to love me just like she used to.

She's the only kind of love I want regardless if she hurts me and break me in two every time. I've made up my mind on her long time ago. She's the only one I want.

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im sorry this is shitty but deep blue love sounds so damn haunting. it's so good uuugghh