Fall Out Boy Imagines/Preferences

Pete Imagine: Injured Beauty

You stopped at the red light. For some reason, traffic was terrible today. You just wanted to get home. You were exhausted after a long day at work. You longed to kick your feet up and throw on an episode of Scorpion.

You tapped your fingers against the steering wheel as the light switched to green. Your foot pushed on the gas petal slightly, letting the car ease forward.

Screech. BEEP!

That was all you heard. A large pain formed in your ribs. You instantly knew what had happened. Some idiot ran the red light, and didn't see you. Your head was bleeding now. So was your arm. You felt a sharp pain in your ribs and looked to see a piece of glass sticking out of your side. You couldn't feel your legs.

You drifted in and out of consciousness, not knowing whether you were going to come out every time you went back in. Your head hurt like hell. You hated the idiots that ran lights like that. Things like this can happen.

You heard sirens. Thank god. You just wanted to sink into the seat, no, whatever it was that you were sitting on. Its hardly a seat now. Blood still trickled down your head.

Suddenly, your door was pried open. You looked up at who was there. Your vision was doubled. You could barely make out a man with a slight grin, that of Cheshire Cat. His bleached blonde hair was slightly spiked at the top. He had black clothing on and right over his left pec, there was a tag with letters you could barely make out. 'EMT'

"Hi there," He smiled, "You're gonna be okay, I'm gonna try to get you out of here, okay?" You nodded, but soon stopped. You let out a whimper.

"Hey, shhhh. It's okay. What's your name?" You looked at him as he tried to pull your bloody legs out from underneath the glove compartment. They were stuck. You were scared.

"I-I'm (Y/N)," You replied. You stared at him with pleading eyes. He was handed a crowbar and he stuck it under the glove compartment, he tried to free your legs.

"Hi, (Y/N). I'm Pete." He said as he got enough room between the compartment and your legs. Pain shot through them at once. You winced and let out a little shriek. That caused you to begin coughing. Your sides heaved and the salty tang of blood entered your mouth very slowly.

"Shhh, calm down. Its okay." Pete comforted. "I'm gonna try to get you out of here. Can you move your arm to unstrap?" He asked. You shook your head. You couldn't move either of them.

"It's okay. I'm gonna try to go around the other side and get you out." You saw him jog to the other side and pry open the misconfigured door. He reached as far as he could. You felt a slight pressure on your hip and heard a click. The seatbelt slowly pulled back to its original spot, by the bent door frame.

You began coughing again, the wound in your side stung more and more. You were crying now. Pain was swallowing you whole.

Pete ran back to your side. "You're gonna be okay. Calm down. You're gonna be fine, beautiful." He slid his hands under you and pulled you out of the wreckage. He laid you on a stretcher. Many other paramedics circled around you, but you kept your eyes on Pete.

"We gotta get this glass out of her side. She could have a punctured lung." You heard one of them say. You looked at Pete with terror in your eyes.

"Everything's fine, (Y/N). Were just gonna take this glass out, okay?" He asked. his voice soothed you.

You nodded your head. Pete grabbed your hand and gave it a little squeeze as they pulled out the glass from your side. You felt the warm trickle of blood gush from the wound and you winced.

You felt like sleeping now. Now that you were safe. Now that you were in an ambulance going to a hospital where you're probably going to take on hours of surgery for major injuries that you have sustained.

So you did. You slowly drifted off into sleep with the last thing you heard being Pete's voice saying, "See you soon, beautiful."

--skip the endless hours of surgery--

Your eyes slowly opened, squinting against the bright light that was in your hospital room. Your head spun, but you weren't in any pain.

There was a knock at the door. Who could that be?

The door opened and Pete stepped in. A bouquet of flowers was placed in his left hand. He gave that Cheshire Cat grin again. He was now wearing normal clothes. A black t-shirt and black jeans with grey converse. You gave him a little grin. "Hi."

He grinned a little as he edged closer to you. "Hey. My shift ended a few hours ago and I decided to come see how you were doing. Kinda got you these." He Gestured toward the flowers that he had set on the end table.

"Thanks, Pete." ((I'm so sorry)) You gave him a little grin.

"I'm surprised you remembered my name, Miss Concussion." He smiled. He held a lot of charm in his short body. ((he's only an inch taller than Patrick so...))

"I remember everything. You with the crowbar, the seat belt. You were the only one there who was actually calming me down. Keeping me sane." You stated. You felt little nerves pricking at your skin.

"That's because I...." He mumbled. You didn't quite catch the last part.

"What?" You asked, intrigued by his sudden behavior.

"It's because I cared. Too much. I don't know... There's something about you that just... clicked." He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"I thought I was the one who felt that way, Pete." You smiled.

"Wait. What?" He asked. Shock was apparent in his eyes.

"I like you... Pete. A lot." You grinned. Your heart fluttered in your chest.

He let a huge grin spread across his face. He leaned in and kissed you. Like... legit. "I love you.... A lot.

--a/n--

Awwww here's some fluff

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-Emily aka foblvr