Fall Out Boy Imagines/Preferences

43. Come to Bed

Patrick Stump:

You lie in bed, staring up at the ceiling for the 3rd time this week.

Patrick lied beside you, his arm loosely wrapped around your waist. His shoulders rose and fell slowly as he breathed deeply.

It was just one of those sleepless nights. You'd been having a lot of those nights lately; nights where you just couldn't sleep and would stare up at the ceiling for hours on end until the sun rose the next morning.

Of course, Patrick didn't know anything about these nights, he slept on peacefully, holding onto you tightly.

You pulled his arm off of you lightly and got out of the bed carefully, making sure not to wake him up.

Patrick shifted, turned onto his side and hugged a pillow to him.

You crept down the stairs to grab a glass of water and a midnight snack.

And that's where Patrick found you sitting on the kitchen counter eating a full container of ice cream.

"Babe." Patrick turned the kitchen light on. "What are you doing?"

"I couldn't sleep." You said

Patrick walked over to you. "So you decided to eat an entire tub of ice cream?" He stood between your legs, and ran his thumbs over your bare thighs. "How's that working out for you?"

You shrugged. "Not bad." You ate another spoonful.

Patrick rested his forehead against yours. "What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?"

"Nothing." You answered. "I just can't sleep."

"Babe, I know you." He whispered. "You only get like this when you're stressed out over something."

You sighed. "It's just, I've been thinking about the future." You set the ice cream container onto the counter. "I try to think about my life ten years from now and I don't know where I'll be. It's scary. It's anxiety inducing."

"Well." Patrick's fingers interlaced with yours. "I can't say that I know where you'll be in ten years, but I do know that you'll be with me. And together we'll make it through it and we'll be just fine. I can't promise that everything will be ok, but I can promise you that we'll always be together. Ok?"

You nodded. "Ok."

"Good." Patrick kissed you quickly. "Now come back to bed."

Pete Wentz:

"Just one more episode!" You groaned, as Pete tried to pull you off of the sofa.

"No, it's one in the morning and you have to go to work at ten." Pete struggled.

"But they left me on a cliffhanger, I need to know if Dean is still alive!" You kicked at him.

"They never die (Y/N)! They always come back to life. It's been 7 season, you should know that by now!" Pete said exasperated.

"No!" You hung onto the arm of the chair. "I'm watching another episode."

"(Y/N) (L/N), if you do not come to bed right now, you're sleeping on the couch." Pete threatened, his hands placed on his hips.

"Fine, at least I'll get to see a beautiful face before I fall asleep." You snapped, clicking onto the next episode.

Pete raised an eyebrow. "Oh? I see how it is."

"Uh huh." You focused onto the screen.

"Ok." Pete said, leaning down beside you. "Fine, I'll go sleep in our nice, warm, comfortable bed alone." He whispered in your ear. "And I'll fantasize about what could have happened if you went there with me."