Patrick Stump Imagines

54 - You're the only place that feels like home

"Cut!" The director shouted as you've sent  your boyfriend to the ground, his hand on his forehead.

"God, Patrick. I'm so sorry." You said, letting go of the silver case the two of you have been grasping and pulling. Then, Patrick rolls over, his body shaking as he laughs.

"You really got in character." He teased.

"I'm sorry...that happens a lot sometimes." You said, helping him to stand up.

"It's okay. I almost stabbed Pete on our part." He murmured. One of the staffs raced to the two of you, giving a pack of ice. You guided Patrick as he sat down on the corner as you press the pack of ice on the swelling part of his forehead.

Then, Pete joined the two of you, laughing as he sat down.

"They should have seen this!" He said, playing what he recorded on his cellphone again and again. "Oh my God!"

Patrick was about to say something when you stopped him by making him look on a direction.

"I just got carried away." You said softly. Patrick pulled you closer to him, carefully not letting the sharp end of the hook touch you. "Even Patrick does that...remember when he almost ended your life?"

"Yeah. How would I forget that?" Pete murmured. "I'm just going to check the staff." He leapt from his seat and went to the spot where the technical team is placed.

When you gazed at Patrick, his chin is propped on your stomach as he looks at you. You smile and kissed his forehead.

"I hope that helps. If it doesn't, I have pain killers in my bag."

"Can you do it again because it doesn't wear off?" He teased. You smiled once more and kissed his forehead.

"I'm the luckiest man in the world." He murmured, burying his face on your belly. He gives it a playful bite and you wince, hitting him playfully on his shoulder.

And for one last time, before you filmed the scene again, you kissed his forehead.