Patrick Stump Imagines

I'm Your Parents Now

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"I just don't understand Pat! They're pieces of shit who shouldn't have had me if they do this every damn time!" I yelled over to Patrick, whom was getting coffee and tea from the kitchen.

This small man has heard my rants about my parents before. Probably every day, actually. I know he likes helping people with problems, but I think he's staring to get annoyed with mine, since it is a consistent one.

"I can't do anything while I'm still living under their roof. I can't get my hair dyed, wear the clothes I want, get a tattoo. Nothing. Absolutely nothing." I said in a quieter tone as he started back over to me. He handed me the coffee, and sat down sipping his tea. "It's stupid! They want me to be happy, but they don't give me the freedom to! I need to confront them about this so-"

"Okay, Y/N, you know I love you to death. Out of complete honesty, I think I love you way more than they do!  They're completely shitty parents! I'm tired of all this, and that's why I've come to a decision. I'm gonna be your dad; and your mom. God, I'm your dom!" He shouted before realizing what he said. His face turned a very dark shade of red, and I rolled off of the couch, dying on the floor.

"Y-Y/N! You know that's not what I meant!" He stuttered, trying to get me to stop laughing, failing at doing so. My laughs turned silent, and then morphed into a wheezing sound. Patrick started snickering at the noises I was making, but was still trying to calm me down. "Y/N, I'm serious. Never call me that." He said in a more serious tone. I tried to catch my breath the best I could before nodding at him. "Thank you, dear christ. Now, I'm going to make us some food. Please stop dying before I come back." He added before getting up to go back into the kitchen.

"But daaadddy!" I cried, and started laughing once more. Patrick stopped in his tracks, and turned right around. He grabbed me by the hands, and looked straight into my eyes.

For the next 10 minutes he lectured me on why I shouldn't and will never call him that again.

I saw a thing on tumblr and I couldn't stop myself from doing this xD