Patrick Stump Imagines

She's In A Long Black Coat Tonight

A/N: I got another idea for a music video and YAY HOORAY YOOT YOOT (Jet Pack Blues)

***PLEASE DO NOT COPY THIS IN ANY FORM. I WORKED HARD FOR THIS.***

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• Patrick's POV •

It's been three days since I haven't come home to see (Y/N). Although I admit it hurts, but I need to make this sacrifice because our new album, American Beauty/American Psycho is scheduled for release in about six months, and we've only completed 5 songs. Six months seems to be a long time, but if you have a career like mine, it's not. One of the songs, Centuries, will be released in September, and the only reason why it's released far more earlier than the rest of the songs is that Pete and the guys think it's catchy, but it's definitely hard to sing, which is the burden of the lead vocalist also known as me, which also meant that it took time. The vocals were really aggressive. And it goes back to why I'm here for three days. To make it worse, Pete already set an exact day in September, pressuring us. Even if it's just June. This record makes me feel like June's already September.

Plus, it's 3AM. An inhuman time.

My phone rang again, it was (Y/N). I picked up the phone and her worried tone calmed. "Baby, please come home. I miss you." I could hear her sobbing in the background.

"Just wait a while, baby. I'll be home. Soon. I promise, okay?" I said, trying to sound like I was okay and calm. But I wasn't.

"Okay. I love you." She hung up and I looked at Pete.

"Pete, I need to go home. (Y/N) needs me." I said, becoming teary-eyed. Pete just looked at me sorrily. I felt horrible for making (Y/N) sad, which made me question myself if I really did love her.

"Okay, let's do this one last time, Patrick. Then you'll get to go home. Is that alright?" He sighed as he heavily scanned through the thick pile of lyrics he had. "So we're on the part where you say 'I am the opposite of amnesia.' It's low, but I know you can do it," he said, giving me a thumbs-up while me, stepping into the recorder. He sang the tune to me and I got on to singing it numerous times to find the exact pitch that Pete wants.

"Pat, please. Just, please. Just sing the goddamn line correctly for once," he pleaded. I got onto work, but I was interrupted by a familiar female voice singing outside. A large and heavy rain started falling, causing rhythm to go along with her voice. I exited the recorder quickly and looked out the window, where I saw (Y/N) standing in a long black coat singing the words she said to me through the phone; 'baby, come home;' in a melody of tears.

"Pete, she's out there. I need to go down," I asked Pete who this time, approved of my request. I ran down only to meet (Y/N) running away from where she previously was. To make it worse, in the heavy pouring rain. I ran after her and called her name, but it seemed like she heard nothing. She continued to run.

I ran back to the studio soaking wet, where I saw Pete was standing with a worried look on his face with Andy and Joe asleep on the couch. I took out my phone and tried calling her, but every call went to voicemail. All my texts were ignored.

"Dude, where's (Y/N)?" Pete asked me, putting a hand on my shoulder. I pulled away from his touch and ran to the printer at the side of the room and printed MISSING posters of (Y/N).

"Patrick, what the actual fuck are you doing?" He said as he took a copy of the poster. His words were loud enough to wake Andy and Joe, who were now checking what was happening.

I handed them tons of copies, took the four staplers from the desk and made them follow me outside in the pouring rain. "Listen up. (Y/N)'s missing. We need to find her. Just spread these posters around the city to call someone's attention or if we're in luck, her's. Understood?" I made my voice loud enough for them to hear over the downpour, and they nodded sympathetically. We then ran to different places around the city.

I ended up near the highway, pouring wet. I glanced to my left and saw a black figure with a body built like (Y/N)'s, so I ran after her. She turned to me and shot me a weird look, only to find out that she was a different girl. I gave her a poster nontheless. She just nodded at me and walked away.

It was freezing cold, so I looked for somewhere I could stay in for at least five minutes; and there, I saw a Starbucks, and sheltered myself there, not even considering buying anything.

When I finally got warm, I stood up and crossed the street, nearly getting hit by a car. I saw a brick wall that was full of graffiti with paint cans at the bottom of it as soon as I crossed. I got one of the cans and wrote a message to her, in case she sees that.

'Fight off the light tonight and just stay with me.
Honey, don't you leave.
Don't you remember when we used to split a drink?
It never mattered what it was, I think our heads were just that close.
The sweetness never last, you know. -Patrick'

I then posted a poster at the bottom of the message, not minding that I just vandalized someone else's artwork. Which I know soulfully regret, because a gang of tough-looking teenagers chased after me.

Unfortunately, one of them caught up with me, punching me in the face and giving me a nose bleed. He also took my wallet from my pocket, which only had 20 dollars, but I was too focused on finding (Y/N) to worry about that.

I stood up like nothing happened and crossed the street once again, this time, blood virtually spilling from my nose and staining my cardigan. I didn't care. I was loosing my mind. All I could manage to scream through that situation was "baby, come home."

I glanced to my left and saw a wall. I ran to the wall, not minding that it could give me an asthma attack because of tiring my body too much. I posted a poster there and looked for somewhere else I could put posters on. A bunch of slutty girls walked up to me and wanted to take a selfie, since they figured that I was Patrick Stump from Fall Out Boy and wanted me to ride with them and even take me home. I ran away from them and stopped when I felt that I lost them.

I walked, not knowing where I was going. But every time I saw someone, I gave them a copy and thanked them.

I took out my phone and called Pete to check on how he's doing. He sighed.

"I don't even know, buddy. I can't see her anywhere," he said in a frustrated voice. "Ah, listen, I'll put my phone down because it might get stolen. I'll call you later."

I started losing hope. What if I never see (Y/N) again?

My thoughts were startled when I saw a girl sitting on the staircase of a restaurant, crying. I walked up to her and asked her why she was in her state. I just needed someone to talk to.

I sat beside her, not saying anything. The silence rang through my ears, becoming violent, so I gathered up the guts to talk to her. I greeted her and she replied with a 'hello.'

But the familiar voice she had shocked me. "(Y-(Y/N)? Is that you?"

She looked up at me. She had bloodshot eyes and messy hair but nevertheless she looked beautiful. "Patrick?"

I hugged her tightly like my life depended on it. Actually, it did. My life depended on her.

"I love you so much, Mi Amor." I whispered to her. I could feel her smiling. Just then, my phone rang. It was Pete. I pulled away from (Y/N)'s grasp and answered the call.

"Pat, I think I see (Y/N), but with another boy, cuddling!" His worried tone made me laugh.

"It's me, Pete. I found her," I stated. I put the phone down to see Pete heading over to us.

"Hey Pete!" (Y/N) said enthusiastically, not minding what she previously went through.

Pete smiled at us. "I'll call the guys."

I turned to face her. "Don't leave me again." I whispered while I became teary-eyed. She hugged me as an answer.

I looked at (Y/N) and kissed her. Nothing could ruin that moment; as cliché as it sounds. A kiss in the rain. My jet pack blues have faded away.