Patrick Stump Imagines

What A Catch

A/N: Honestly, I think this one maybe a bit triggering for people. I know there will be verbal abuse, but that's about it. You have been advised for your safety. I love you and you're important, no matter what anyone says. I believe in you, and I think you're beautiful c:

Chubby. Ugly. Over-weight. Stupid. Slut. The voices in my mind attacked me as I looked in the mirror. They've been with me for awhile, but I always tried to ignore them. Nothing good could come from listening to them.

Why was I listening to them now? Because of the shitty week I've been having so far, and it's only Wednesday. I've been yelled at by my boss to many times to count, put down by some customers and even co-workers, the to top it all off, almost fired for no reason at all.

The voices were stronger then ever today. I looked at myself up and down in the mirror. My eyes caught every little flaw I had. My stretch marks, moles, and scars from when I was little. Even my hair is terrible with it's split ends and the color. I caught my eye in the mirror. The boring e/c staring back at me. Is this really who I am?

You don't deserve him. The voices spat. Tears came to my eyes as I thought of him. Thought of Patrick. He deserves someone ten times prettier then you. I can't fight the tears. The dams have broken in my eyes, and a waterfall was released. Patrick deserves better. He always has.

I clutched the counter top, glaring at every little flaw on me. I can't take this body any more. Before I could register what my body was doing, a sharp pain surged throughout my entire right hand. The glass mirror before me was shattered, and pieces of glass were everywhere, surrounding every inch around me. I shot my eyes to my right hand. Glass was impaled in my knuckles, blood spewing out of every cut, big and small. I sighed angrily as walked out of the bathroom.

I didn't do much with my hand after that. All I really did was pick out all of the glass, run it under warm water, and wrap it. After I finished with that, I went to lay on the couch.

For the next hour, I didn't move. I broke down even more, staining the pillow my head laid on with tears. Pathetic. What would your friends think of you? My once quiet sobs grew louder with every thought I had. They ended up being so loud that I didn't hear Patrick walk through the door. Either that or I ignored it, not caring what he saw, really. Loud footsteps and yelling sounded through the little rooms we had. He must be looking for me. But why? He doesn't care.

"Y/N? Love, is that you? Are you okay? Where are you?" Patrick's voice yelled from the room next to the one I was in. I ignored his calls, as I curled even more into the small ball I was in.

The footsteps stopped as they neared the entrance of the room. I heard Patrick say something I couldn't understand under his breath. His footsteps sounded again, running towards me. Patrick's hand touched the bare skin on my side and lifted my head up slowly with the other. I looked straight into his concerned eyes. As he studied my tear stained face, I looked away from him. He doesn't need to see me like this.

"Y/N? Love, what's gotten you so upset?" Patrick asked me, wiping the remaining tears from my face. I could feel his eyes on me. It felt like he was stabbing me with his gaze. Yes, I love him, but I don't like people watching me break inside.

I could feel Patrick's gaze be redirected to my bandaged hand. His hand slowly reached for my hand to examine it. I winced at the pain when he lightly grasped my hand. He must have noticed because now his eyes were back to my face, questioning what had happened.

I closed my eyes tighter then I ever have before, and curled up even more.

Patrick pushed the hair that covered my face away. I can see the small comforting smiled plastered on his face as I opened my eyes again. My eyes slowly found their way back to his. I hoped he could see what was wrong. What I was feeling. What I've been through.

One of Patrick's hands cupped my face, lightly pulling it forward to meet his lips. His kisses were always so soft and emotion filled. I lightly smiled as Patrick pulled away and stroked my face.

"What's wrong, Love?" Patrick searched my eyes for some answer. Tears were welling back into my eyes. I shook my head and pulled away from his touch.

"You deserve someone so much better then me, Patrick" I confessed to him truthfully. I shot my eyes back to his face. The face that was just soft and full of concern, was now pain filled like what I said was about him. He shook his head, tears now brimming in his eyes. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me into a tight hug. I buried my head into his neck, grabbing onto him like he was a lifeboat. " You deserve someone prettier, smarter, skinnier... just someone... who isn't me. Some one without troubled thoughts... And a low self-esteem" I sobbed into him, not caring what came out now. How can it get worse then it already is. Actually, I know a thousand reasons how it can... And they're all possible.

Patrick's grip tightened around me, almost suffocating me. I don't care if he does. But I know he cares ; I think. His grip loosens a little as he pulled away and put his head against mine.

"But what a catch. What a catch..." Patrick hummed as tears fell from his eyes. Does he truly think I deserve him? Or is he trying to make me feel better? He leaned back and looked straight in my eyes. The eyes looking at me were sad, but sincere. The words about to escape, too, were as sincere as they get. "If anything Y/N, I don't deserve you... No matter how many times you put your self down, I'll be right here to help you back up at your own pace. I'll help you see what I see in you. Even with your troubled thoughts and low self-esteem, I think your perfect. I will help you through this. I will get rid of those troubled thoughts, and help you see the beauty I see." Patrick looked deep into my eyes, not breaking contact. His eyes were bloodshot and puffy, and I can tell he's trying not to break down and cry.

We stayed staring at each other for awhile, neither of us wanting to leave. Before I knew it, Patrick was getting up from his seat on the ground and picking me up bridal style into our bedroom. He laid me down gently in the middle of the bed, waiting for me to get comfortable, just so he can ruin it by laying down next to me.

As he laid down, he wrapped his arms around my abdomen, pulling me closer to him as he threw his outer leg over my own, and tucking his foot in between my two legs. He buried his face in the back of my head and planted light kisses there.

I was finally starting to calm down. This man laying next to me, I guess I did deserve or something like that. He made me happy when I thought no one else could. He can silence all my demons tormenting me in my head.

After awhile, he unwrapped his outer arm from me, and started playing with my hair. I can slightly hear him humming a familiar tune as he moved his head closer to my ear.

"I don't know where you're going, but do you got room for one more troubled soul?..." Patrick sang quietly in your ear. The sound of his soft singing voice always gave me goose bumps, and he knew it. He knew I loved it when he sang. Patrick's voice was like an angel's to me. The sound of it always calmed and put me in a better place on low days.

"Let's be alone together. We could stay young forever. Scream it from the top of your lungs..." His singing continued as I dosed off. I tried and tried to stay awake to listen to him sing some more, but I couldn't. On the lowest day I've ever had, his voice lulled me to a mellow sleep.

A/N:
I think, though, once my mind is cleared from all of the stress and anxiety from school, I will rewrite some of these, because I don't think my writing is at its best right this moment.

Anyway, thank you so much for reading, my friends! Stay tuned for more~

-Dawn (: