Emo Band Imagines

Haters (Patrick Stump x Reader)

"Don't worry, Pat.."

"How can I not worry?" Your boyfriend, said, pacing back and forth.

"You're gonna do great, Okay?" You Said, grabbed his hand and pulling him over to you.

He bit his lip. "You think so?"

"I know so." You Said, then kissed him on the nose. "Now go give them a show."

He smiled, gave you a quick kiss, then ran out to the stage.

You smiled, but it soon faded when you realized that the crowd wasn't cheering.

They were booing?

You went to side stage, and looked at Patrick, who was standing by the microphone.

"Come on.." He Said, chuckling nervously. "I...I'm not that bad..."

The crowd continued to shout at him to leave, and Patrick bit his lip.

As they carried on, his breathing started to be uneven, and you could tell he was crushed.

Suddenly, he ran off the stage and right past you, and you heard a door slam.

"Patrick.." You Said, following him backstage.

You went up to the bathroom door, and jiggled the doorknob.

"Come on babe...open the door." You Said.

"No.." he said, sniffling.

"Patrick, they have no idea what they're missing." You Said. "They would love you."

"I'm just a failure.."

"Pat, unlock the door, please."

You heard him sigh, then the lock turn.

You opened the door and stepped inside, where Patrick was leaning against the wall, his face red and tears running down his face.

"Come here.." You Said, holding out your arms.

His bottom lip quivered, and he fell into your embrace, quiet sobs racking his body. 

"What did I do wrong?" He whimpered.

"Patrick, you didn't do anything wrong.." you said, rubbing his back. "People just don't know talent when they see it."

"Maybe I don't have any."

"Don't talk like that." You Said, pulling away from him. "You have more talent than every musician combined."

"I wouldn't go that far." He said.

"I would." You Said, then kissed him on the cheek. "Because I love you, and you're perfect. Don't listen to what everybody else says."

You hugged him again.

"I love you, too.." he said.

You kissed him on the cheek. "Now come on, I have an idea."

You took his hand and led him out of the bathroom, and towards the stage.

"Wait, I can't go back out there.." he said, pulling his hand away.

"I have an idea." You repeated.

"I know, but.."

"No 'Buts,' come on."

You took his hand again, and pulled him out to the stage, Where people began to shout at him again.

He looked down at his feet and bit his lip, as you stepped up to the microphone.

"Shut up!" You Shouted, and the entire room went quiet. "How could you? How could you boo this talented, amazing, and gorgeous man off of the stage? Do you guys have peas for brains? Did you even listen to him first?"

You turned and took Patrick's hand, leading him up to the microphone.

"Now, he's gonna preform, and if you have a problem with it, fuck you!" You Shouted.

You kissed Patrick on the cheek. "Like I Said before, give 'em a show." 

"Thank you." He Said.

You smiled at him, then went backstage and sat down. You heard music begin, and smiled.

He has always been worried about not being able to make it after Fall Out Boy. He acted like he was nothing without them, when in reality, he was amazing.

You knew he was going to make it, and even if there was the teeny tiny chance that he wouldn't, you'd be there for him;

No matter what.