Patrick Stump Imagines

32 - Fancy

Then, out of a sudden, Pete stood up.

"One hundred thousand dollars!" He shouted.

"One hundred thousand for the lovely Y/N!"

"What the fuck?" I whispered and stood up.

"Hey," Pete said.

"I'm so sorry, Pete. Found her first before you did." I said. "One hundred fifty thousand dollars!"

"One hundred fifty thousand!"

"What?" Pete said. "Two hundred thousand dollars!"

I glance at the stage and found Y/N smiling sweetly at me. God.

"Three hundred thousand dollars!"

I watch as Pete shook his head and cover his face as he laughs in defeat.

"Okay. Okay. Y/N, Patrick steals lungs. He might steal yours!" Pete shouted before sitting down, laughing real time.

I shook my head as there was a small laughter from the audience.

"Sold for three hundred thousand dollars to the guy with a hat." The emcee said.

"It's a fedora!" I shout, making the audience laugh as I approach Y/N, who is currently walking to the staircases of the stage.

"Hi," Y/N said to me. "So it's Patrick,"

"Yeah." I took her hand and assisted her as she started to go down (in an earlier round).

"Thanks," she said as I curl my arm next on my side and hooked hers in it.

"I saw your paintings. One of my friends loved them,"

"Oh," she said as I looked at Pete, who's currently shaking his head in irritation. "I assume that guy is your friend."

"Yeah, he is." I said. "My best friend,"

"Can I go to the comfort room first? I had a lot of iced teas a while ago." She muttered.

"Yeah, sure."

"Um...can you hold my purse for a while?"

"No problem," I murmured as she handed me her purse.

"Thank you so much, Patrick." She said and began to walk to the comfort room.

Ooh. Peachy. I smirked at myself as I that random thought crossed my mind.

I don't know what's with me, but I took a small piece of paper and a pen, wrote my number on it and dropped it in the spot where it would be in secret inside her purse.

She smiled at me as my plan got busted.

"I...I just wanted to give my number to you...y-you know--" I trailed off as she fished her phone from her purse.

"You should have just told me then." She smiled.

"I...uh...want to ask you out on a date, after this week, perhaps?" I said nervously. I've never asked any girl on this.

"No problem," she said as I return her phone back.

As we go back to the ballroom, I found Andy and Joe talking to their dates while Pete, stood in the corner. I watched as he mouthed "I'd rather have pizza for a date!" or expressing his love of pizzas.

The music started playing as I place my hands on her waist.

"Is it alright?" I asked.

"Yeah, it is." She said.

"I was wondering...why were you drinking iced teas a while ago?"

"I'm not a fan of wine, even red wines." She murmured. "My nose rejects its smell."

"Have you tried one?"

"I did and it never happened again, but I do cook with wine. It's kinda weird, right?"

"No, it's not. Wine in food gets somehow burned and it somehows remove the odd smell and texture."

"It does." I did notice that she's staring on the ground, basically watching our feet move.

"My face is up here," I said and I have to admit, I sassed again.

"I'm sorry...I'm just anxious about dancing. I might step on your foot."

"No, you wouldn't." I said. Then, she obliged to my request. I stare at her E/Cs and soon, I got lost onto them.

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"You're zoning out again, sweetie." I fidget with her wedding bands as we lie on our bed, naked after a really sexy time.

"I just remembered how we met." I whispered and kisses her head.

"I wouldn't forget that night. You keep on correcting me whenever I address your fedoras as hats."

"Hats are generic, my dearest wife."

"I assume we've satisfied our needs." She said, blinking at me. "You're not going to wake me up when you're really needy."

"I like it more when you're really asleep and I'll make love."
"Patrick!" Y/N shrieked, hittinf my arm. "Do you think they heard us?"

"We're all grown ups. They do it too, baby."

"I look forward to your morning wood tomorrow." Y/N kisses my chest.

"And wake me with a blow? Oh no. Not again." Y/N giggles and started to spoon me.

"Good night, Pattycakes."

"Good night, honey lemon."

"Hey, that's my favorite blend!"

"Shh, sleep now, my favorite iced tea." I said as I kiss her forehead and closed my eyes.