A Series Of Patrick Stump Imagines

I Promise

A/N: WARNING- Mentions of suicide, etc. If any of that triggers you, I beg you not to read this. I don't want something to happen to any of you, please. I'm serious. Don't read this if it triggers you 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾
Also, credits to LABeeboTea for this idea!!!! XXXXXX

     I was on the roof of the house Patrick and I shared. It was a beautiful night. The stars were twinkling beautifully in the sky. The moon, which was at its fullest, shown down on our neighbourhood with its bright light. What kind of sucked was that is would be my last night. Ever. Yes, I am talking about suicide. Life hasn't been going very well. It's about time I end mine to save me and everyone else the troubles, am I right?

     I stood up, my final thoughts running through my brain. There were so many. I recalled all the good times my family and friends and I had had. I reminisced the great moments Patrick and I have had. Then I remembered the comments my high school classmates said to me: "You should kill yourself, Y/N. No one needs you around. The world would be a better place without you." Well, their wish was about to come true. I stood up. The wind blew through my hair. "Goodbye, world," I whispered before I jumped.

     "Y/N, no!" Patrick screamed, pulling me back by the waist.

     "Patrick, just let me do it!"

     "Absolutely not!"

     "Please!" I cried.

     Patrick forced me off the roof (the safe, un-life threatening way) and carried me upstairs to our bedroom. He put me down on our bed, sat down next to me, and pulled me in his lap. "What the fuck, Y/N?!" I knew was upset, because he was using stronger language. "Why would you even consider suicide for one damn fucking second?! Are you fucking insane?!?!"

     I started crying. "Please, Patrick, stop yelling at me."

     "I can't help it, Y/N! You nearly threw yourself off the roof and killed yourself, something irreversable, something I couldn't do anything about! Do you know how fucking terrifying it is to see one of the people you love the most in the world about to kill themselves?! I wake up every morning, knowing that you'll be sleeping soundly by my side! Do you know how hard it would be for me to live knowing you weren't there?! To not have anyone to come home and express your undying love for?! I couldn't, Y/N! I'd probably go insane and kill myself! I wouldn't be able to handle it at all, knowing that my beautiful wife, who I love very much, is buried six feet under!"

     I pulled away and cried harder."Stop screaming, please! You're scaring me!"

     Patrick shut his eyes and took multiple deep breaths. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. Please, come back over here."

     I reluctantly crawled back into his lap. He promptly pulled me into a tight embrace. "I can't lose you, Y/N," he sobbed."I can't, I can't, I can't. I would kill myself. I would go insane and kill myself, because I could've stopped it. I wouldn't be able to live with myself. I'd be eaten alive from the inside out by guilt. I can't lose you. I love you so damn much. Please, promise me you'll never, ever try that ever again. Promise me you'll talk to me if you ever feel so bad that you think about suicide. Or talk to someone. Just get help. Suicide isn't the answer."

     "I'm sorry, Patrick," I cried. "I'm sorry."

     "Please, promise me you'll never, ever try that ever again. Promise me you'll talk to me if you ever feel so bad that you think about suicide. Or talk to someone. Just get help. Suicide isn't the answer. It's a permanent fix to a temporary problem. Promise me you'll get help if you feel like killing yourself. Please, please, please."

     "I promise to all of that, Patrick. I promise I won't break those promises."

     "Good, because it would completely destroy me if you did."

     "And we can't let that happen."

     "I love you so, so, so, so much, ma cherì. You're my everything. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you."

A/N: Well, that was emotional as fuck. Guys, please listen to me- you can't commit suicide. It's a permanent fix to a temporary problem. I don't want any of you killing yourself. Don't touch that knife. Don't open that bottle of pills. Don't touch that razor. Don't drink that crazy-ass shit. Don't climb on the roof. Don't get on that bridge. Don't pick up that gun. Don't buy that rope. Please, please, please, PLEASE don't kill yourselves for any reason whatsoever. If any of you did, I'd make a cut on my arm for each suicide. Don't cut either. Don't get hooked on drugs or alcohol. Above all, DO. NOT. ATTEMPT. SUICIDE. PLEASE.