Patrick Stump Imagines

I Choose Defeat

A/N: There is literally nothing romantic here lmfao and it has 0% sense but it's inspired by My Chemical Romance therefore it should be posted. *cries*

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"And that's it! Last cut for the album and it'll be out in no time! How 'bout we give ourselves a little celebration?" Pete announced loudly through the microphone as Andy, who was inside the recording booth, smiled as he put his drumsticks down.

"Finally! I can have the chance to rest!" Joe screamed. You smiled at his act as your bandmate, Patrick, facepalmed at his band member's actions.

You sighed in contentment. "I can finally come with you guys in your next recording session for the next album, right? You'll be able to announce me as your new member?"

The huge grin on Pete's face faded quickly as he looked down at the ground as if he was ashamed of something. "Yes, but there's going to be a problem with that."

"What?" you asked as you gasped.

From the corner of your eye, you could see Patrick glaring at Pete and Joe looking shocked. "It's because—"

"Pete, don't," Patrick warned with gritted teeth. "You promised not to tell."

Joe adjusted his position as he coughed awkwardly, Andy walking out of the recording booth and watching the situation. The looks in their eyes were similar and you knew that this was it.

"You're going to kick me out, aren't you?" you accused. Pete shook his head vigorously but you didn't give him the chance to respond to your accusations as you walked out of the building and into your car. You were raging with anger for no reason—you never even contributed anything for the band, but why did they seem so attached to you? Probably because they were going to announce you as their new band member for their upcoming album following American Beauty/American Psycho.

You banged on the horn loudly as a whole bunch of tears started to fall from your eyes, making your emotions blow up and continue your pity party in your vehicle.

You must've been stuck there for long because soon enough, Patrick was knocking on your car door, requesting for you to open it. You stared him down and started the car, making him look shocked.

"(Y/N)! Open the door!" he commanded. You shook your head as you started driving. The snow ahead of you was thick which was causing friction to rub against your tires and eventually slow the car down. It gave Patrick an opportunity to chase after you as he forcefully opened the car door and got inside, catching his breath. "I need to tell you something."

"The shame you brought me for kicking me out was enough. You can leave," you replied, your tone and sharp words as cold as the winter weather. "I have no time for your bullshit."

"(Y/N), it's not just bullshit. It's another one of Pete's ideas," you were about to cut him off, but he shushed you. "He wants—"

"Wants what? The whole band to himself?"

"HE WANTS THE BAND TO DISFORM, OKAY? IT'S ALREADY PLANNED. AS SOON AS WE RELEASE THIS NEW ALBUM, WE'RE ALL GOING DOWN THE DRAIN. HE WAS TOO DROWNED OUT BY THE CRITICISM AND HE JUST—NO MORE FALL OUT BOY."