Fall Out Boy Imagines

Patrick - That Would Be Enough

requested by: me

word count: 827

band member: patrick stump

era: soul punk era

(based on the song of the same name from my favorite musical: hamilton! well, there's no surprise there. i'm proud hamiltrash)

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"How...how long have you known?"

You clasped your hands together on your lap and leaned back. An exhale pierced the silence that filled the room, "A month or so."

Patrick glanced down at the tan carpet, his eyes glossed over with the fresh tears that threatened to fall. "(Y/N), you should've told me..."

"I called your manager last week," you brushed your foot along the soft flooring, "I begged him to send you home..."

"You should've told me. I wouldn't have spent so much money on that tour, oh my God..." he buried his head in his hands. Guilt began to pool in your stomach, and tears slipped through his hands.

"I'm not sorry," you gnawed on your lip, "I know how much your work means to you, Patrick," you rested a hand on his shoulder, "This tour, this album--it means so much to you. I don't want to take that away from you...I...I just wanted you to know about your son."

"You should have told me..."

"Look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now, Patrick. And our son..." you took a deep breath, "He's going to get to grow up in it."

"But I just blew all of this money for my solo career...oh no, what if I go bankrupt, (Y/N)?" he asked, his glassy blue eyes, brimming with unwanted tears, "Do you relish being an ex-celebrity's wife? Who--who won't be able to provide for you as much as I used to and--"

"I relish being your wife."

Patrick stopped, slowly lowering his hands to rub off the tears on his inky jeans.

"Look at where you are now, and where you started," you shrugged, "Yeah, maybe you're not 'Patrick Stump from Fall Out Boy' anymore, but you're so much better now. You worked so hard for this solo album--hey," As Patrick began to look down again, you caught his attention, "Remember when Soul Punk first came out, and...and we weren't expecting it to do as well as it did? We called it a miracle," he still didn't seem convinced, his eyelids drooping and a deep breath filtering through his nose, "And a few years ago, when you went through that depression. Nothing felt good, and, and--well, I told you that if you stayed alive, that would be enough. And, and if this child that we're going to have...if he has any of your wit or your talent or, Hell, your smile," your lips formed a natural, hopeful smile, "look out world."

Your husband furrowed his eyebrows, "Where are you going with this, (Y/N)?"

You were bad at pep talks, clearly. "I mean, I'm not pretending to know what you're going through, Patrick, but I'm just saying, I know who I married," you exhaled, placing your hands gently on the silky fabric of the couch. "As long as you come home at the end of the day, as long as you sell one single record...that would be enough."

"I'm still confused..."

You sighed, "We don't need money, or a legacy. If I could just make you less stressed, grant you peace of mind..." you looked your husband right in the eye, "Just let me be a part of your life, let us...be us. We don't have to always worry about money, or a career. We love each other, that should be enough. This is the first chapter in a long story, Patrick. Where, where I'm enough, and we're enough..."

Patrick smiled, his gaze locked on the faded yellow wall across from the couch. Then, he turned and placed a hand on your stomach, where a small bump was beginning to surface, "We're going to have an amazing son."

"I know, I know."

"And, I know...I know that you don't want me to worry so much, but it's hard. This is such a hard time for me, and..."

"The first chapter," you repeated, "You have so much plot ahead of you. Things will get better, I promise." Patrick nodded and pulled you into a tight hug. "And you can go back on tour--yes, complete it. We'll get the money back, definitely."

"You sure?"

"One hundred percent."

You pulled away from the hug slowly, right before you captured his lips in a passionate kiss. Your lips collided with his pale, pink ones, and one of his hands travelled to your hair, pulling you closer to him. You loved this man so much. It didn't matter how much money he made, it didn't matter how popular he was with the press...you loved him. Eventually, he pulled away, and your foreheads rested against each other, like each of you was responsible for supporting the other through everything.

"We could be living on the streets and I would still love you with all my heart."

He smiled, "Likewise."

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A/N: i have such an unhealthy obsession with hamilton it's not even funny omg. and then my online friend got to go see it the other day and i'm so jealous. she got to meet anthony ramos and phillipa soo and AH im screaming xD. but hey--i met fall out boy... still, how cool would it be to meet lin-manuel and daveed diggs and--wow, i digress, sorry. back to serious fall out boy mode.

life news--i'm going to a student council convention today for my whole state. it's like three hours away from where i live and i plan on spending the entire bus ride sleeping and listening to mcr. well...maybe i'll write a bit too. but i generally don't like writing on my phone so yeah

also, i know this is kind of short and cliche, but this song is so sweet and i couldn't help but write something about it. i really, really hope you enjoyed! have an awesome wednesday and i'll see you in a few days :)

~Olivia <3