Patrick Stump Imagines

Secret Love Song

You were a member of Fall Out Boy's backstage crew, and your job was to check their dressing rooms for anything suspicious or anything that could possibly harm them in any way. Basically, you were the head for security. You've had this job since they started touring in 2005 with From Under The Cork Tree, and let's just say that you and their lead singer had grown quite "attached" to each other.

The both of you have fallen in love as time progressed, and he even had you as his lighting director for his Soul Punk shows during the hiatus. But why weren't you in a relationship? Easy. People didn't want the two of you seen together.

Once your father started noticing your friendship with Patrick grow stronger, he warned him not to ever ask you out on a date or do any gesture that may result into him and you getting in a relationship. His family, however, loved you and wanted the complete opposite of what your Dad wanted. But once they knew about the threats that he's been sending Patrick, they told him to stay away from you. Your father did the same and even threatened his life.

After inspecting Joe, Pete, and Andy's rooms, you opened the door to Patrick's and wandered around. Seeing nothing but crumpled papers on the floor and his stuff scattered all around, you decided that there was nothing suspicious that caught your eye—until you accidentally stepped on one of the papers. Curious, you picked it up and read the content.

Why can't I hold you in the streets?
Why can't I kiss you on the dance floor?
I wish that we could be like that.

"(Y/N)?" you heard a voice call. You threw the paper in the nearby trash bin in panic then searched for who called you. "I'm here, silly."

You sighed in relief. "It's just you. I thought somebody was creeping up on me. Or Pete was planning to shoot me with a water gun again."

He chuckled deeply before closing the door and looking at himself in the vanity table he had, taking his fedora off and running his hand through his hair in an attempt to arrange it. "What were you reading?"

"Nothing. Just one of the papers here."

You saw his face go pale. "Really? That's interesting. What did you see?"

"I don't know, lyrics? Questions?"

He chewed on his bottom lip before putting his hat back on. "Sorry that you had to stumble across one of these papers. I'll clean them up, don't worry."

"No, it's okay. I'll do it instead."

You started picking up the papers one by one until you landed your hand on a piece, only to be met by another hand on top of yours. You looked up and locked eyes with Patrick, his blue ones looking at you as he tried to take the paper from your hand.

"Give me that. A pretty lady like you doesn't deserve to pick up the garbage of a trashy man."

You shook your head before pulling the paper back. "No. This is my job and you're supposed to be on stage in ten minutes. You're only wasting your time."

"I'm not. I'm responsible for this mess. Give me," he moved closer to get the paper when you leaned back, only to land on your back with him on top of you.

You looked down and laughed in sync with him. You were trying your best to avoid eye contact as his eyes gazed at your lips, trying not to fall on you. He started leaning in, the distance between your lips closing with you shutting your eyes and waiting for his lips to touch yours.

"Yo, Patrick! Show's up!"

You heard him groan before getting off of you and dusting himself off.

"I'll clean this up later, okay? Don't bother tiring yourself," he started. You inhaled before walking next to him, contemplating to do what you were thinking of.

Suddenly, you kissed him on the cheek, which made his face go red. "Go get 'em, tiger."

He grinned softly before opening the door and marching outside.

To be continued...