Patrick Stump Imagines

Insecure (Patrick)

Patrick's POV

@angel_xxx: @patrickstump you're so fat, you don't even deserve
Y/n

@-queen: @patrickstump who would date a fat ass like you? Like eww

@urbae: @patrickstump JUST DIE YOU UGLY FAT COW!

Every word they said hit my chest like a bullet. Another tear fell from my red and puffy eyes. I clutched on my stomach, letting out a loud sob. I held my phone on my hand and a small knife on the other.

The hate was getting more and more, making me more insecure about myself and depressed. I know me and Pete promised to never commit suicide, but the hate was eating me out and it was terrible. The feeling of getting hate was terrible.

I stood up from the floor, walking to Y/n's big mirror. I dropped my phone and knife, taking off my shirt. I looked at my stomach, more fat tears falling down my cheeks.

"I'm so ugly. So so ugly." I mumbled to myself, breaking down and sobbing.

But little did I know that Y/n was outside our house.

Your POV

I opened the door, swinging it open. I sighed and kicked off my shoes. I was out with my friends for hours. I didn't even realised that it was late until I checked if Patrick, my husband, called me. But he didn't. And it was pretty odd because he always calls me to check if I was okay or not or if I wanted a ride.

I frowned, walking up the stairs when I heard crying. I walked to our room, the cries getting louder and louder. I swung the door open and there he sat on the floor, red puffy eyes and shirtless with his phone on his hand and a knife next to him. His eyes snapped to me,

"Y-y/n?" he stammered.

I ran up to him and hugged the life out of him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He continued to sob, hugging my waist tightly.

"Why are you crying, Pat?" I asked softly. He didn't answer and continued to sob. I took the phone that was on the ground and typed his password which was my name.

I creased my eyebrows and clenched my jaw angrily when I saw the hate. I put the phone down calmly, pulling out the hug and looked at Patrick's face.

"Why didn't you tell me you were getting hate again, my love?" I asked him, locking my hands with his.

He shook his head. "I didn't want to stress you out.." he muttered. I smiled at him, connecting my lips with his and kissed him softly. He kissed me back, nibbling on my lower lip making me smile. I pulled away and wiped the stray tears away, forcing him to stand up.

"Look.." I say to him, forcing him to look at himself in the mirror. He looks at his stomach, touching it.

"Honey, you are not ugly and fat okay? I mean, do you even see those muscles there?" I said, pointing at his muscles. He let's out a small chuckle, locking his hands with mine.

"Thank you for here with me, Y/n." he smiles, looking at me. I sent him a cheeky smile, kissing his lips.

"No, thank you Patrick. Thank you for being so perfectly imperfect." I smiled back. I kicked the knife somewhere and grabbed his hand, leading him outside.

"Now come, let's eat because I am starving!" I uttered. Patrick laughs and kisses my cheek.

He was my fedora boy. Not anyone else's.

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-me writing this chappy

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Potd:

My reaction:

That's what I call squad goals

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//An//

Hello bello,

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Stay Fedorable,

-E

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