Emo Band Imagines

5: Patrick Stump: (Fall Out Boy) Magic Hair Part 1

Being a witch in the no-maj world is very difficult. Sometimes you perform experiments and things go wrong. Like right now.

You look in the mirror. Your hair is mixture of purple and red, two totally different colors from your normal hair color. You touch it gently and move it to see for yourself without the mirror. What did I do? This wasn't supposed to happen!

"Y/N? Where are you?"

Oh no! A no-maj!

You quickly grab your wand and transform your laboratory back into your room: a bed, a desk, a closet full of no-maj clothes, and a dresser with a mirror sitting on top. You change your outfit into a sweater and jeans, seeing as it's December. "Come in!" You hurriedly put your wand in your boot and stand up to see Patrick Stump, your best friend since kindergarten. "Hey!"

"Hi! I love your hair!" He smiles sweetly at you and you hug.

"Oh uh thanks."

You both pull back and he looks at you in confusion. "Wha...?"

"What? What's wrong?" You frantically look around.

"Your hair. It changed colors."

"What?" You look in the mirror to the left of you on your dresser and notice it's now yellow. Not blonde, but yellow.

"Your hair can change colors? That's radical!" He chuckles.

"Uhhh Yeah I guess so."

"How? You must be magic or something!"

"Wait what?" Scared that he knows your secret, you notice your hair changes to white.

Super confused, his head turns to the side a bit. "Just out of curiosity, what emotion are you feeling right now?"

"Scared." You sit down on your bed.

He sits down next to you. "So your hair changes colors because of your emotions?" He sets a hand on your knee in a friendly way.

"I guess." You shrug.

"Hmm." He ponders for a bit. "This is gonna sound crazy. But close your eyes."

"Oh no."

"No it's not bad... I don't think." He looks a bit nervous. "I just wanna try something."

"Okay...?" You close your eyes anyway, unsure of what Patrick will do.

You feel his hand on your cheek. He pulls you close, basically on his lap. His mint flavored breath hits your face and your nerves start to calm down. "What are you feeling?" He whispers.

"I'm a little embarrassed to say." You open your eyes.

"Well, your hair is pink." He whispers, his face closer to yours than before.

You pull his face even closer to yours, his lips just centimeters away from yours.

He quickly licks his lips and closes the gap between you. His hands make their way to the back of your neck, pulling you even closer if possible. He moves his lips with yours, fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle.

You sigh against his lips, vibrating them.

His hands slide down to your back, gripping onto your sweater. He pulls your body closer to his, making your heart rate accelerate.

You situate yourself so your legs are on either side of him. Your hands run up and down his torso.

He flips you over. "Back." He whispers against your lips, his breathing quickening on your face.

Knowing what he means, you scoot yourself back on the bed, your head hitting the pillows beneath you.

He hovers over you, licking his lips. His eyes wander your body. He kisses you with more passion than before.

Running your hands through his blond hair, you slide your hands down his back, pulling his shirt up slightly.

His hands roam down your body, stopping at your waist. He pulls away.

What the fuck, Patrick?! You can't just do that!! Fuck you, little man!! You open your eyes. "Um..." You say, unsure of what to say.

He opens his eyes and sighs. "So your hair is pink. What does pink mean?"

You gently push him off, sitting up. "I don't think you wanna know." You look down and blush, your cheeks the same color as your hair.

"Maybe I do wanna know."

You stand up, facing away from the singer-songwriter. "Patrick, I really don't think—"

"Tell me."

"'Trick—"

"Tell me." He demands. Patrick puts a hand on your shoulder and spins you around to face him.

"I guess the pink means..." You trail off, thinking of what to say without looking or sounding like a complete fool.

"What does the pink mean?" He says gently, his demeanor changing back to normal and soft Patrick.

"I think it means love." You don't dare look at him, afraid of his reaction. You notice his nicely polished black boots, looking brand new, but knowing him, he wears them everyday.

"Um... Y/N? Can you look at me?" He tenderly lifts your head up with his calloused fingers. Looking into his blue eyes, you notice the yellow flicks in the irides, making them look green. "I..." He sighs. "You're gonna hate me—"

"Oh god." You get tears in your eyes. You tear yourself away from his gaze. Looking in the mirror, your hair turns stone blue with red at the bottom. "God damn it! I just ruined this friendship!" You run out of your room, down the hall and down the stairs to your kitchen. You hear him calling your name, but you ignore him.

Grabbing your packets of the mixture of butterbeer from your pantry, your keys and coat, you race out of the door to the rain. What a fucking cliché. The weather matches my mood.

Making sure no one is looking, you Disapperate to the outside of a local liquor store, buying yourself two 6 packs of Bud Light and two bottles of Barefoot's Merlot, hoping to numb the pain of your broken heart. Walking into an alleyway next to the store, you Disapperate once again to an abandoned farm with a treehouse.

You walk up to the treehouse, remembering the summers spent here at your time away from Illvermorny during the school years as a child to young adult. Climbing up the ladder, and levitating the beers and wines using "Wingardium Leviosa", you put the alcohol on the wood floor, putting your wand back in your boot.

Putting yourself against the back of the treehouse you move the drinks closer to you. You grab a bottle of beer and open it, saying "Alohamora", you put a pack of the butterbeer mixture in it. After swirling it around, you soon feel the burning sensation of the alcohol down your throat.

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Here's part 1!!

Normally imagines are supposed to be one chapter long. But then I get inspired and keep writing. Then I realize I can't stop writing and then I gotta separate them.

Yep.

Okay that's it!!!

Bye!!

Date: May 19, 2018

Word Count: 1133

Stay strong, live life, and be happy<3