Patrick Stump Imagines

Survival

Tonight was purge night, and Pete, Meagan, Bronx, Saint, Joe, Marie, Ruby, Andy and Brendon were coming to you and Patrick's house, which had secret, cozy basements inside. You and Patrick made sure that it was well-hidden and comfortable, so you can stay there for 12 hours straight without needing to get out of the basement.

It was 5PM that they arrived, they all brought food and stuff with them, no camping beds or stuff since your secret inside basement had 4 bunk beds.

You all started locking the gates and doors that was possible for anyone to get in, and all gathered around in the living room.

"You guys ready?" you asked, looking at everyone. It was only 30 minutes till the purge started.

They all nodded. You pulled the carpet on your living room, showing a trapdoor. You opened it, revealing a wooden ladder that led to the basement. But before anyone went in, you closed the light to every room.

Everyone started getting in, while you were last. You closed the latch and followed them. The basement looked really comfortable-it was well-lit, it had a flat screen TV, a sofa, a fridge, 4 bunk beds and a carpet. It was large, which meant you all had room to joke around while there where people outside practically killing each other.

The TV started showing the yearly message. All emergency services were down. It started.

Pete gathered all of you around in a circle and sat down.

"Guys, what about this? To pass time, let's play games or maybe sleep when we're tired." he announced.

"Yeah! Truth or dare!" Brendon said happily. Just then, a gun shot was heard from outside, the sound of breaking glass following.

"Shit, Patrick, I think they broke your window," Andy said.

"Never mind it. At least we're all safe and with the love of our lives, right?" Patrick said. You hugged him.

"Okay, Joe! Truth or dare?" Brendon asked.

"Uh, dare." Joe said.

"I dare you to...."

- Time Skip -

You and the rest were tired, and your game was really fun, even if gun shots and screaming were heard from outside.

You and Patrick laid down next to each other, hearing someone break in your house.

"Shit, Pat, PAT!" you frantically said, waking him up.

"Uh, what?" he said, not wanting to be woke up.

"I think someone broke in," you said. Patrick quickly sprung out of your bed and went up the ladder.

"PATRICK MARTIN STUMPH, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" you screamed. Turns out that he was just gonna lock the inside lock of the latch you were in.

"Oh," you whispered to yourself. He walked to you and kissed you.

-

It was 7:21 AM, the purge was done.

You jumped up and cheered. Everyone else did the same.

You got out of the latch, seeing your living room fully trashed.

You and Patrick smiled at each other, and kissed.

But it all seemed to fade....

You were lying on a hospital bed, with Patrick holding your right hand. He was crying, telling the story.

"And then, we all cleaned up the m-mess," he sobbed. "Then we all hanged out. Wasn't that fun? Stay please, (Y/N). We'll make more memories like that, just please, stay."

It turns out that the night of the purge wasn't currently happening, and that Patrick was telling the flashback to you. You remembered it.

Why were you in a hospital bed?

Because that day was the day that the survival memory happened, and after you cleaned the house with Patrick and hanged out, a wild gunshot was fired by an unknown person, leading the shot straight to your heart.

You were rushed to the hospital.

Now, you were dying.

"Pat, I can't do it any longer." you said, giving up.

"NO, (Y/N)! I NEED YOU! Don't leave me, don't you remember when we used to split a drink? It never mattered what it was, and when we made out at the school dance? Or that time where I was dressed as a steak and Pete was making fun of me? And that time we both promised to be immortals? Or that time we danced to our favorite record? That time when I came home from tour? Or that time when I was sad? (Y/N), you are my only sunshine. Don't leave me. I-I don't know what to do without you, you're my only guide. I'll be lost without you, I-I love you." he screamed.

"Thanks for the memories, I love you, Patrick." were your last words. You were now dead. The day that you thought you survived was the day your journey ended.

Thanks for the memories.