you had just married patrick, the lead singer and rythm guitarist for pop punk band fall out boy. it all felt like a huge fever dream for you. you were a big fan of fall out boy for nearly all of your life, and to marry the patrick stump?! it was crazy.

right now, you lay in your shared king size bed, watching some old videos of patrick while he was in the shower. you came across one you had never seen before; your husband covering ‘this is how we do it’ while playing the drums in 2011. it was the hottest thing you had ever seen. you heard the door click open, patrick stepping out with a towel around his waist and a towel over his hair, grinning softly at you.

“i know that one…” patrick said, ruffling his hair with the towel, going to his walk in closet to change into a pair of pyjama pants and a t shirt. he went back over to lay beside you.

“memorabilia, huh?” he said. he wasnt aware of how flustered you were, since he had interrupted your position of pleasure when he had gotten out of the shower cluelessly.