Patrick Stump Imagines

Love, Selfish Love (Part 4)

A/N: Wow guys! Thank you so much for 40K! THAT'S WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILD THNKS GUYS (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

So yeah. Enjoy this chapter that is literally hot not just because Patrick is in it. It's because iTS ON FIYAAAAA. Sorry, I'll go now. (I should probably say that about the whole book because I always use references wow)

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"Get out! Hurry!" Patrick screamed as he pulled your forearm as a thick cloud of smoke started forming around you. You pulled your arm back before looking into his eyes with a glare.

"Fucking hell. I'd rather burn in here than come with you outside and sort things out because you were my so-called hero." You walked closer to the flames and helped people out, escorting them outside one by one.

"Now's not the time to be selfish, (Y/N)," he said through gritted teeth. You turned around and slapped him hard, leaving a red mark. Sweat started forming on your forehead as every moment passed, the walls becoming red and everything heating up.

"Fuck you. Don't you know what mess you've made of me because of that damned ring? I turned into nothing. I'm a complete nothing," you said the last part in barely a whisper as you looked up and saw Pete at the door, signaling for you to come with him outside. "I'm a complete nothing without you."

"Then come with me! Because guess what? I've got something to confess; I'm missing you to death. Is that what you want? Is that the statement that will make you change your mind and come back?"

"Do you really think I'm a fool to come back to you just after a confession? No, Stump."

He ran a hand through his sweat-drenched hair and you had to admit; he looked hot even in the middle of burning flames and his best friend in the background, panicking. No pun intended.

"Then will this work?"

"What will—"

He leaned in quickly and bumped his lips onto yours, you immediately kissing back and savoring the moment. You gasped when you felt something at your footstep, and you knew very well what it was. The gasp gave him a chance to sneak his tongue into your mouth as the flame in your shoe expanded and crawled onto your jeans, setting you partially alight.

You pulled away and looked into his blue eyes that were illuminated by the raging flames. Tears were spilling from your eyes from both joy and physical pain because who wouldn't cry if their body was being burnt alive in flames? And to add to that, in front of the person you love?

"Why does happiness have to appear in the worst moments?" you whispered. He leaned in so your faces were closer than before.

"It's just love, honey. Selfish love."

And with that, your burning love went out with the roaring fire and was buried underneath millions of ash and dust, bodies ruined yet souls together.