Patrick Stump Imagines

Filled It Up With Novocaine

A/N: Yep, new cover! I hope you like it and this imagine! Enjoy!

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You were hired as the new interviewer for your local band magazine, and today, you were tasked to interview the world-famous band Fall Out Boy.

"Can't you believe this, (Y/N)? We're going to interview Fall Out Boy. Fall. Out. Boy! Aren't you excited?!" (Y/F/N) beamed, jumping up and down on her seat. You rolled your eyes and checked on the mirror in your make-up bag for the millionth time, making sure your dark red lipstick looked intimidating.

"I'm not. I'm only doing this for the money I'll get and the sake of knowing someone famous." You put the mirror back in its case and into your bag in a fast movement. The car came to a stop to where the interview was, and you flipped your curled hair as the door was opened for you by your assistant, Sarah. You thanked her and went off with your friend trailing behind.

"You don't understand. This is Fall Out Boy we're talking about. I mean, have you seen their lead vocalist? He's hot as hell." Your friend caught up with your swift walking.

"I didn't just see him."

"See?" she sighed. "Wait... 'didn't just see him'?"

"Yes."

You went to the cameraman who was filming the band's walk on the carpet and smiled at Pete Wentz, the bassist.

"Hey! My name is (Y/N), and I'll be asking you a couple of questions regarding your new album, American Beauty/American Psycho," you announced. Pete nodded and Andy Hurley, the drummer, turned and acknowledged you. Your best friend chimed in and asked the starting questions ecstatically, not even minding to introduce herself.

Patrick Stump, the lead vocalist, and Joe Trohman, the guitarist, turned around to meet who was asking them questions, and Patrick's eyes dilated when he met yours.

"Oh, hey there, Patrick! Just in time that you and Joe turned around. I have a question for you. In our knowledge about your band, Pete writes the lyrics. But we decided to twist our interview a bit," she looked at Patrick, "is there anyone specific that Novocaine is about? A lot of your so-called 'Young Bloods' and supporters are curious behind its meaning."

His face became pale as he tried to correctly deliver the words he wanted to speak. "It's about this girl... who I've been in a relationship with. She was mostly emotionless, intimidating and dull, more on the emo side." He chuckled at his own joke. "We broke up due to how strict and ruthless she was, and I asked Pete to help me write a song for her. And Novocaine was born."

"Interesting," your friend remarked as she was jotting down important details even if Patrick's response was recorded. "I'm pretty sure that my friend here, (Y/N), can relate to how intimidating and dull she is. Am I right, (Y/N)?"

You plastered a fake smile and lied to her that you agreed. She continued asking the other band members questions while Patrick, on the other hand, was constantly glancing at you.

The interview ended and the band was about to walk away when Patrick pulled you from your partner into a hidden place where the flashes of the camera don't meet.

"Why was she asking who Novocaine was about? Does she know?" he hissed. You pulled away and looked him in the eye.

"About what? That we used to be an 'us' and that you called me an emo and intimidating?" You laughed coldly. "She doesn't. I wasn't the one who asked those questions. Why are you even bothering me?"

"Because I don't want anyone to find out. Look, you were just a quick fuck and I never wanted us to be toge-"

You slapped him hard, leaving a red mark. "So that's what you think of me? A one night stand? That's it?"

He sighed. "I didn't mean it like that. I meant-"

"You meant what? Who's ruthless now, huh? Who's not the angel everyone thinks he is now?"

"I AM, OKAY?! I TAKE FULL RESPONSIBILITY OF MY WORDS!" he shouted. You were on the verge of tears by now, but was wondering why when you knew very well to yourself that he meant nothing to you.

"You're a fucking cunt, and I don't ever want to see your face again."

You ran from him and to your car where your friend was talking with someone on the phone. She seemed stressed out, so you took a seat on the back instead of beside her to give her some space, figuratively and literally.

"Was I bad? Were the questions too unrelated?" she asked while she was face-palming herself.

"They weren't. Although there was this one question-"

"What? The Novocaine one? Yes. I know what happened between you and Patrick. I sneaked that question in to find out more. Is that it?"

You were both mad and shocked, but you went with the latter. "Yes. It is. How did you know?"

"Pete."

You raised one of your eyebrows. "Pete?"

"Pete Wentz. I'm in contact with him since the meet and greet, the day when Patrick and you fucked. He told me he saw the both of you, and didn't tell anyone else except for me. I was so engrossed that I sneaked in the question, which I'm now being scolded for because of invasion of privacy. There."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I wanted to keep it a secret. I'm sorry, (Y/N)."

You gasped under your breath as you crossed your arms and looked out the window. "Unbelievable."

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You were back in the headquarters of the magazine where you were editing the interview you had earlier. (Y/F/N) left to get food, surprisingly not getting fired even if she got a hell of swearing and scolding from your manager.

Her phone was beside you, and it surprisingly started ringing. You looked at the caller ID, but it was an anonymous number. You curiously answered the call.

"Hey (Y/F/N). It's Pete. I have no time to talk to you, so I'll cut to the chase. Because of your question on the interview, I'm planning on bringing (Y/N) and Patrick back together. But I need your help."

To be continued...