Patrick Stump Imagines

Drunk In Love

WARNING: (very) GRAPHIC SMUT

This is my second home. The Angels and Kings bar in New York City.

"Ahem." The manager cleared his throat into the microphone, trying to get people's attention. "Tonight we have special guests, the band Fall Out Boy. They're gonna play a few songs for us tonight." He continued.

A shorter man with a fedora, stepped up to the mic stand and lowered it to his level. Well, I shouldn't be criticizing his height, because I'm shorter than him.

"Hi." He said waving innocently. "I'm Patrick and our first song we're going to play is called 'Sugar We're Going Down'."

• Am I more that you bargained for yet? I've been dying to tell you anything, you wanna hear, 'cause that's just who I am this week.

Lay in the grass next to the mausoleum. I'm just a notch in your bedpost, and you're just a line in a song (cause you're just line in a...).

Drop a heart, break a name. We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team (let's go)!

We're goin' down, down in an earlier round! And sugar we're goin' down swingin'. I'll be your number one with a bullet. A loaded god complex cock it and pull it! •

When they finished that song another guy with platinum blonde hair went up to the stand. "Everybody on this side of the bar say YEAH!" Everyone screamed yeah. "Say YEAH!" He repeated. "Ok now this side, say YEAH!" They all screamed. "Say YEAH!" He repeated again. "Punk rock will never leave you alone, this ones called, 'Alone Together.'

• I don't know where you're going, but do you got room for one more troubled soul?

I don't know where I'm going, but I don't think I'm coming home, and I said, 'I'll check in tomorrow if I don't wake up dead.' This is the road to ruin and we're staring at the end.

Say YEAH (yeah)!

Lets be alone together (yeah), we could stay young forever (yeah), scream it from the top of your lungs, lungs, lungs.

Say YEAH (yeah)!

Lets be alone together (yeah), we could stay young forever. We'll stay young, young, young, young, young. •

They finished their mini concert as people clapped and sang along to their last song.

The lead singer made his way over to the bartender and got himself a glass of water.

I'd have to admit, even though I was kinda drunk, and my vision was somewhat blurry, this guy was hot, like sexy hot.

He looked over and winked at me. Shit.

"Hey." He said smiling. "Patrick, Patrick Stump." "(Y/N)." I smiled, shaking his hand. "You know a girl with your looks shouldn't be alone at night." He smirked, looking into my (Y/C/E) eyes. I smiled and replied. "I'm a big girl, I don't think I need an elf to guard me." I smirked.

He stared at me with intense eyes, which happened to make him look even sexier.

"No? I think you'll need a different kind of protection tonight." Patrick stated.

"Oh yeah? Whatcha gonna do?" I said, my voice starting to slur.

"Fuck you until you come at least three times." He smirked, obviously seeing that I was getting drunk.

"C'mon lets go to my place and fuck princess. M'kay?" He asked. "Mhm." I replied.

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I laid down on the couch and took some Tylenol, because I wasn't feeling so hot at the moment from drinking.