I was gonna put a gif of a sad Patrick but I found this one and couldn't resist! xD

Patrick Imagine! Y/T/N means your twitter name. And let's pretend there's no character limit on tweets because yeah.

Something was off about Patrick. You didn't know exactly what, but for the last week he began moping around the apartment. At first, it was just him not talking a bit. But now, he refused to talk to you, hasn't spoken at all on social media, refused to eat, and spent his entire day just sitting on the couch staring at the TV or on twitter. He even began to ignore your 14 month old son, and you were determined to find out what was wrong with your husband.

The two of you were sitting at your kitchen table eating lunch. Patrick did his usual routine of pushing food around on his plate, while attempting to ignore both you and Declan.

"Patrick." You said. He looked up from his plate. "What's wrong?"

He just shook his head and you sighed.

"'Trick, something's obviously been bothering you. Are you okay?"

He looked back down at his plate. "I'm fine." He mumbled.

He looked back up at you and you could see that he definitely was not fine. "You and I both know that's-'"

"I said I'm fine, Y/N!" Both you and your son were surprised by his outburst. "Stop being so damn naggy! I said I'm fine, so I'm fine! Just stay out of this!" He stood up, causing his chair to create a loud scratching noise against the hardwood floor. Yours and Declan's eyes both widened.

"Patrick, please sit-" You lowered your voice, trying to calm him down.

"I said leave me alone! Just go away!" He stormed out of the kitchen and into his room, slamming the door behind him. The loud noise made Declan began to cry. You rushed over to him and picked him up.

"Shh, it's okay baby, it's okay. Daddy's just a little angry right now. C'mon, let's go watch SpongeBob, yeah?" He stopped crying once he heard the word 'SpongeBob'. It's the only thing that would calm him down.

You pulled him away a bit to look at him. "Yeah? SpongeBob? Let's go watch SpongeBob with mommy!"

You carried him over to his play pen that sat in front of the TV and turned it on to Nickelodeon, as that's the only thing that ever played on there. You sat on the couch behind him and pulled out your phone. You began to scroll on your twitter because that's what you did when you were bored.

You'd never admit it to Patrick, but you secretly followed some Fall Out Boy fan accounts because let's face it, that stuff is hilarious. And deadly accurate. But today, they were all posting the same thing.

They were ranting about how people were hating on Patrick. The majority of them posted screenshots of people harassing Patrick on twitter. They mostly said things on the lines of "Getting fat, Pat" or "You're ruining Fall Out Boy, why are you even still here?"

You gasped. This was obviously what was bothering him. It all made sense now. It made sense that he stopped eating, wasn't in the studio, and wasn't talking to the other guys in the band.

You looked at Patrick's last tweet, one that he posted yesterday.

@PatrickStump

I'm sorry.

There were fans in the comments who were freaking out, worried for Patrick. There was always some band hate, but there was more than usual. There was this one user, @PatrickStumpSucks who recently wouldn't stop commenting.

@PatrickStumpSucks

Kill yourself, faggot

@PatrickStumpSucks

Lol maybe you already did

@PatrickStumpSucks

I hope you did

@PatrickStumpSucks

Did you finally get rid of your fat ass?

You were speechless. How could anyone say something like this to Patrick? He was the sweetest person that you knew, he would probably hurt himself first before he hurt a fly. You didn't know what to say, but you knew you had to say something.

@Y/T/N

@PatrickStumpSucks fuck off dude

You got up from the couch and softly knocked on your bedroom door. "Patrick? Please open the door."

You heard him sniffle inside. "Go away Y/N."

You sighed. "I'm going out, I'll be back in ten or fifteen minutes. Can you please watch Declan?"

"No."

You rolled your eyes. "Patrick, please-"

"Just drop him at Pete's."

You were going to respond again, but you knew that you wouldn't win. "Fine." You huffed.

You went over and turned off the TV, causing Declan to whine. "C'mon, we're going to go to Uncle Pete's! Isn't that going to be fun! You haven't seen Bronx and Saint in a while, have you?"

He nodded excitedly. "That's the spirit!" You picked him up and held him with one arm as you grabbed your bag and keys, before closing and locking the door behind you.

Luckily Pete only lived one floor below you guys, so it was a quick commute to his place. You knocked on the door and he immediately opened it. "Hey, Y/N! I haven't seen you in a while! How, wait, are you crying?"

You didn't even realize it until he said it. You gave a small laugh. "I guess so. Hey, can you please watch Declan? Just for the rest of the day. I'll pick him up later-"

He smiled and cut you off. "Of course I will. Him and saint are long overdue on a playdate."

You smiled as he took Declan from you. "Mommy will get you soon, okay?" You kissed Declan on his forehead. "Thanks Pete."

"Anytime."

You made your way out of the building and down the street to the 7/11 that was on the corner. You stepped in and immediately went to the Slurpee machine. You knew that whenever he was upset, he's immediately calm down with a large Slurpee while listening to some Bowie records.

When you were waiting in like to check out, you pulled out your phone and opened up twitter again, and typed a new tweet.

@Y/T/N

To everyone who has recently been hating on and harassing Patrick:

What is wrong with you? If you have a problem with him, why are you even hating on him? If you don't like his music, then why are you attacking him as a person? In case you didn't know, Patrick is the sweetest person I've ever met, and probably will ever meet. He wouldn't hurt a fly. He has more talent in his little finger than in my entire body. You've messed with the wrong person, because you're about to have an entire fandom wanting to take you down. And I will be joining them. If you have a problem with my husband, tell it to me. Leave him alone. You might want to leave the country as you do so, because you'll shortly regret it.

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You got home and put your bag and Patrick's Slurpee on the coffee table. You went into Patrick's office where he kept his favorite records and pulled out one of his by David Bowie. You put it on the player in the living room, and not too long after, Patrick came out of his room.

"You're already back? Where's Declan?" He rubbed his red eyes underneath his glasses as he looked around.

"I dropped him at Pete's. I got you something." He came over to you on the couch and you handed him his Slurpee. A huge grin spread across his face.

"You remembered." He said, referring to how you would always do this when he was upset. He seemed surprised that you remembered, as the last time that you did this was during the hiatus.

"Of course I did." You said as he sat next to you. He set his drink on the table as he wrapped his arms around you, as you did the same. He buried his face in your neck.

"I saw what you wrote on twitter." He pulled away. "Thank you."

You smiled. "I love you."

His smile grew even more. "I love you too."

You gave him a quick kiss. "I know. Now drink your Slurpee before it melts, you dork."

He laughed. The two of you spent the rest of the day cuddling on the couch and listening to Bowie, while you occasionally stole sips of his drink, causing him to get annoyed at you. He would pout and refuse to talk until you gave him a kiss. You eventually fell asleep on his shoulder, wondering how you were so lucky to end up with him.

Wow. This one was 1,399 words. The first imagine in here was only 405. Hah, big difference.

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