A Series Of Patrick Stump Imagines

Here For You

     I drew my knees to my chest and hugged them and shut my eyes, trying to prevent the floodworks. I breathed in deeply and held my breath. Instead of letting it out slowly, I let out a garbled, loud wail, a cry for help. I covered my face with my hands and tried to gain control of myself. Stop sobbing, you fucking crybaby, I mentally scolded myself. But I couldn't. I curled up and continued crying, eventually get mting louder and louder. I hated myself for it, but for some reason, this time I could not stop.

     Frantic footsteps rushed up the stairs and into Patrick's and my bedroom. I felt the bed dip next to me and a warm pair of arms hug me tightly. "Hey now, what's wrong?" Patrick asked.

    "I don't–" I hiccupped –"I don't know!"

    "It's okay, I'm here for you, honey. I'm right here," Patrick said soothingly.

    I sobbed into his chest as he rocked me to and 'fro, rubbing my back comfortingly. When I finally managed to calm down, I gripped Patrick tightly by the waist. "What the hell is wrong with me?!"

     "What?"

    "I cried and I couldn't stop. Why am I so weak?"

    "Hey, none of that talk," he scolded me sternly. Patrick pulled away enough to tilt my chin up so we were eye-to-eye as he spoke to me. He wiped the tears from my face with his cardigan sweater paws. "There's absolutely nothing wrong with you, baby girl. It's normal to cry; it doesn't make you weak. You're not weak, you're the strongest person I know, Y/N."

    I shook my head and looked down. "I'm not strong. I can't control my fucking emotions."

    "Emotions aren't meant to be controlled. They're meant to be felt, to be talked about, not to be ashamed of or locked away."

    I took a deep, shaky breath and shut my eyes, hiding my face in Patrick's chest. "Thank you."

   "For what?"

   "For not judging me. For being here for me. For helping me out. I don't deserve you."

    "Don't say that. You deserve someone that's going to love you unconditionally and treat you like the princess you are. That person happens to me, and so you do deserve me." Patrick frowned. "Did that sound egotistical?"

     I laughed lightly. "No."

     "Good," Patrick sighed. "Now back to you. I would never judge you or not help you out. I'm always here for you honey, forever and always. I love you dearly."

     "I love you, too, 'Trick. Thank you." I whispered.

     Patrick kissed the top of my head and squeezed me lovingly in response.

A/N: When you wish you had a partner to confide in that would love you unconditionally