Patrick Stump Imagines

Patrick when...

...he still cares about you, though you're over with him.

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"Shit." You hiss as your voice resonated in the stadium that contained thousand people.

You immediately grabbed the loose strap of your shirt and tried to do a remedy on it. On the other hand, your bandmates stopped playing too.

"God. I have forgotten that I'm wearing these." You said and some of the audience chuckled. "I think I'm gonna see my name again in the news papers and some entertainment channels."

Out of the blue, the audience started to chant "aww". When you looked at the corner of the stage, Patrick, your ex, was approaching you, together with a shirt he has probably packed.

Your other hand reached for the switch of your lapel, turning it off.

"I guess this would help." He said, offering one of his TMNT shirt, basically your favorite one.

You looked at him, then smiled sweetly after.

"I'll take your guitar." He said, pulling off your guitar. "I'll stay in front you so you can change."

"I can manage." You said, putting his shirt on and removing your broken garment from the inside.

Then, the audience started to make heart figures with their hands or say "Come back for each other.".

"Ho-ho-ho what's happening here?" Pete suddenly said, joining you and the others on stage.

"She had a wardrobe malfunction." Patrick said.

"Wardrobe malfunction? Tch. Y/N, he intended to cut one of your garments so he could make his move." Pete teased, going down at the audiences. He stood in front of a fan and then asked, "What can you say for them?"

"Give each other another chance, perhaps?" The girl squealed.

Pete chuckled and motioned the lucky fan to move closer and said something that made the fan squeal.

"Pete, don't--" Patrick was interrupted when you tapped him in the shoulder, asking for your guitar.

"Thank you for lending me your shirt." You said.

"That's your favorite shirt." He said. "I always bring it with me."

"You even used the fabric conditioner that I use." You murmured, smelling the shirt.

Patrick smiled at you shyly.

"I still love you, Y/N. You know that?" He said, a portion of his voice resonated on the speakers, making the audience squeal.

You blush a little. "If you only knew,"

"Your cheeks say everything." He said, then tipped your chin and pecked your lips, making the audience crazy.

"Me and you, setting in a honeymoon," Pete sang together with his buddy from your band.

"If I woke up next to you," your band member sang.

"Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz III!" Patrick said, chasing Pete in the stage with a glee on his face.

You shook your head. "I'm sorry for the interruption guys. So um...I think we'll be spoiling some songs from the next album perhaps?" Then, the audience squealed as the two men stopped chasing each other.