Patrick Stump Imagines

Play Pretend

You applied your second layer of lipstick before stuffing it in your make-up kit and throwing the purse in your bag. You looked down and adjusted your dress a little, noticing that there were creases here and there.

A knock came on your door that coincided with you opening it, seeing your 'boyfriend' there with a bouquet, smiling at you. You shot him a smile before taking the flowers and putting them on a vase, not a single word said. After all, you weren't allowed to speak without permission (or if he was talking to you).

"Ready, love?" he asked, taking your hand. You nodded as he took you by the hand and led you to his car. He opened the door for you as he got in his own seat, starting the engine. "Tonight, we have a meeting. Try to act as confident and disciplined as you can. Those people are of high honor, messing up in front of them is something I wouldn't want to do. Got that?"

"Yes, I get it, Patrick. I have no choice but to follow you, anyway." You rolled your eyes before looking at your window, not exactly focusing on something. You just needed something to look at that wasn't him.

He looked at you, obviously weirded-out. "What's up with you tonight? You don't act like this normally."

"Just drive." You sighed. He shook his head as he stepped on the gas and driving to wherever you needed to be his fake girlfriend at.

For the past two months, Patrick (who was your best friend back then) asked you if you could pretend to be his girlfriend for as long as he was in Fall Out Boy, thinking that it would increase publicity and improve the band's performance. You, of course, being the thoughtful friend you were, agreed even though you didn't want to. But there was this problem you couldn't direct to him about this secret.

"(Y/N), we're here!" Patrick snapped, sending you out of your daze. You looked around and saw that you were parked in front of a mansion filled with cars and lit up with blinding lights. You groaned as you opened the car door, slamming it once you got outside. Patrick followed suit. "What's your deal?"

"Don't ask me," you retorted as the both of you made your way to the door, which was surprisingly open. A huge crowd was there, the half sitting on exquisite dining tables and chairs covered in silk while the other part was getting food on the huge buffet tables. You were overwhelmed—Patrick never took you to anything like this before. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you saw him smirk from the corner of your eye.

"Nervous, dear?" he asked in a confident voice. You shot a glare at him befofe realizing that everyone could see the both of you.

"You never told me that this is where we were going," you whispered through gritted teeth. He just chuckled in response as he took your hand and kissed it before walking inside the mansion.

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"So, Patrick, how's life treating you these days?" an old-yet-undeniably-fashionable woman asked, taking a sip of her blood-red wine.

"Good. Never better. Although there are some complications," he took a slight pause, "I'm still alright and running."

She put her wine glass down and glanced st you. "That's great. How about this lady over here, what's up with the both of you?"

Patrick took a deep breath before facing you with a smile. "She's my girlfriend."

Gasps of surprise surrounded the table. "My, my! What a lovely girl she is!"

"She sure is."

"What's her name?"

"Her name is (Y/N). We've been dating for the past two months."

The lady smiled genuinely. "Well, I think that the both of you are quite the pair, and may I add, '(Y/N) Stump' has a nice ring to it."

Patrick chuckled deeply before putting his hand on top of yours under the table, making you slightly uncomfortable. The conversations went on but you were still contemplating whether to tell Patrick you needed to go somewhere else or run away where he couldn't find you.

Of course, you went with the latter.

You stood up and ran to the door, hearing Patrick call your name from behind and eventually footsteps that came closer every time you tried not to trip on your high heels.

"(Y/N)! Wait!" he called. You busted the door open before stopping on the front lawn, exhausted. "What were you thinking? You shamed me in front of them. That's a huge embarrassment, (Y/N)!"

"I'm sorry, Patrick, but I'm done playing this game with you. It's making me complicated, and eventually you're going to be the same. Because I don't consider this a game anymore—every time you held my hand, every time you brought me those goddamned flowers, and every time you kissed me on the cheek, I imagined that they were all genuine. That you were in love with me. Do you know why? Because I'm in love with you."

Patrick gaped at you before looking down at his hands. "Maybe we should stop pretending. It would be the best for the two of us."

A long silence fell over the two of you before you decided to speak up. "Look, okay. I get it. That's why I never wanted to tell you that in the first place. Because I know—"

"Because I'm not pretending anymore. I was so cowardly back then that I thought that the only way to get you to like me was through asking you to be my fake girlfriend. I just wanted you to go on a date with me but I fucking messed it up and made it complicated. (Y/N), I think I feel the same about you. I am madly, crazily, unhealthily, and annoyingly in love with you."

"Well, fuck you then. You could've just told me," you sighed and ran your fingers through your hair, "you're making things hard for the both of us. Just kiss me and we can get this over with."

He smirked before quickly placing his lips on yours while a chill ran up your spine as you kissed him back. You savored the moment—knowing that you have been waiting for it forever. He pulled away with a smile on his face before looking you in the eye.

"What does this make us?"

You shrugged. "I don't know. Whatever you take it as."

"How about more than friends, just so we could know each other better?"

You nodded before leaning in and hugging him, completely forgetting that you didn't close the door and a whole crowd from inside of the mansion was already watching the two of you.