Fall Out Boy Prefs/Imagines

Pref: 1 - He notices you're upset

Patrick –

You’re lying on your back, cradling a small pillow in the shape of a heart that Patrick got you for the last Valentine’s Day. Thoughts are racing through your mind at the speed of light, like they usually do at this time of night. Though tonight’s thoughts were more vivid and they poked at you constantly, urging you to ponder them nonstop.

“I can’t believe @PatrickStump is dating that slut! HAHAHAHAHA it’s tragic, really”
“wtf @PatrickStump ???? why of all people did you choose this one”
“OKAY BUT CAN WE TALK ABOUT @PatrickStump'sUGLY ASS GIRLFRIEND FOR A SEC”
“he doesn’t love you whore!!! @Y/T/N @PatrickStump”

You knew that Patrick loved you, he told you every day and the little things he did such as make you breakfast, sing to you, dance around aimlessly with you and cuddle you when you were having a tough time; they showed how much he genuinely cared about you. But something at the back of your mind was denying all Patrick’s affection and replacing it with hatred and disgust.
You know…it’s probably true. After all, you’ve seen yourself. You know how ugly you are. You know how annoying you are. You know how bitchy you get. Think about it for a sec…it makes sense that he wouldn’t love you! – Your conscious would wail out at you, rearing its ugly head and mocking you.

Tears rolled down your hot, swollen cheeks as you sniffled. Patrick was a light sleeper; anything from a feather falling to a pin dropping could wake him in an instant. Upon hearing your cries, he rolled over and immediately wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his head in the crook of your neck. He knew what was wrong; this wasn’t the first time you’d cried over the fans who’d give you shit over the internet for dating “their” Patrick and on the rare occasion, people you’d encounter on the streets would stir shit with you too.

“It’s not true,” he whispered, allowing your tears to fall on him. “Please don’t listen to them.” He kissed your neck and squeezed you a bit, pulling you closer to his chest.

Knowing that it always made you feel better, he began to sing to you,

It’s just the sweet weather and the peacock feathers
In the morning, it will all be better
It’s not what it seems in the land of dreams
Don’t worry your head and just go to sleep

Without hesitation, you wrapped your arms around his neck and fell asleep

Andy –

You sat on the couch, your legs limp and your face numb. Tears streamed down from your face in forms of waterfalls and your breathing was uneasy. “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME, I’VE SEEN THIS LIKE TWELVE HUNDRED TIMES AND I CAN NEVER NOT CRY,” you shout to your boyfriend who’s working away at dinner in the kitchen. He finished topping the pizzas and smacked them both in the oven.

“You okay?” He asked, knowing that you clearly weren’t.

“Absolutely not! Do you see this?! Are you seeing this?!” You put your face in your hands and sobbed, the ugliest noises you could ever have made were projected into the dim-lit room. Andy sat next to you, laughing at you, but understanding that you felt a deep connection with the characters in movies and TV shows and understanding how distraught their pain and suffering made you.