fall out boy imagines and preferences(discontinued)

[patrick imagine] fourth of july

You and Patrick were in a relationship. Were. It was a beautiful one, until one drunken night in the fourth of July, you saw him making out with a blonde bîtch, in the corner of the bar you and the whole crew was partying at. You swore to yourself that you can never forgive him, so you said goodbye to him, and to your job as being their assistant manager and audio tech.

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"Could you help me with the audio things again?" Your friend, [Y/F/N], was an event organizer. And today is fourth of July. She was almost done with her work, until one of the mic set didn't work. It had been years since you and Patrick broke up, and it wondered you why [Y/F/N] needs your help,

"Yeah sure. Be there in thirty." You said through the phone and ended the call. Thirty minutes gone, and you were already at the place [Y/F/N] texted you.

"Who's playing anyways?" You ask as soon as you finished arranging and fixing the mic set.

"Um, sorry [Y/N] for not telling you this, but, Patrick kind of tricked me into this. Fall Out Boy's playing."

"Patrick-What?" You felt rage through your veins.

"I'm so sorry!" She held her hands up in surrender.

"It's just- You and- uGH!" You stormed out of the room.

You grabbed your bag on the waiting couch just outside the room, you wanted to leave as soon as possible. But,

"Oh, hi there, [Y/N]! Long time no see!" Andy Hurley, Fall Out Boy's drummer, greeted you as you walked pass by him.

"Oh, um, hi Andy." You murmured, not looking at him wishing that he'll just leave you. But life hates you a lot and he pulls you into a hug.

"You're still not over it, are you?" Andy asked as soon as he saw your pouting face.

You nod in reply.

"You know, Patrick hasn't either. Hell, he even thought of suicide once! Good thing we stopped him. He's really, different now. From what I can remember, he said that he regrets that day." Your eyes filled up with hot tears as you heard Andy's story.

"Andy! C'mon, rehearsal!" You heard a familiar voice echo through the hallway.

"Stop flirting, let's- [Y/N]?" Patrick stopped as he saw you, tears falling down your cheeks silently. His happy aura changes and turns into an angry one.

"What the fûck did you do Andy?! Why did you make her cry?!" He shouted.

"No-no, it's not what-"

"Bullśhit!"

"No really!"

"Stop lying, mothèrfucker!"

"No Patrick, he didn't make me cry." You suddenly had the courage to speak.

"Told you," Andy spoke, and stood up, "I'll leave you two now." He left the hallway, the sound of shoes walking on the ground was only heard.

"I'm so sorry, [Y/N]."

"I can't forgive you. That hurt a lot, Patrick. A lot."

"Please, it's been years! I can't be depressed forever!"

Depressed? You thought.

"I-I've been taking pills, because this depression has been worsening." You saw him walking towards you.

Patrick's depressed? Because of me?

You instantly hug him as he stood next to you, your head buried in his waist.