Fall out boy imagines and preferences- round three

Pete- kind of hard to forget

A request that is very overdue. I apologise Damnyouadblocker

Word count: 1085

You waved as your boyfriend smiled at you from the stage. You were backstage as they finished off the concert and ecstatic from how brilliant they were.
Pete carried on playing with only one thought in his head. You. As 'the kids aren't alright' played, everything that ran through his mind linked to you and it just caused him to smile more.
You two had been together for two and a half years and Pete could whole heartedly say he absolutely adored you. He couldn't be with out you.
So, when the final song ended, he had made his mind up. He followed the band off stage and met you. You smiled up at him and wrapped your arms around his neck.
"You were great, baby!" You cried, pecking my his lips.
"Thanks...marry me." He said casually. You froze, but your smile remained in a confused manner.
"What?" You whispered. The guys had already headed back to the bus so it was just you two in the cold air.
"Marry me." He repeated, running his hand down your sides. Your smile slowly dropped and your heart rate increased.
"No." You breathed, taking your arms from around him. "No, Pete I can't." You panicked.
"Why?" He asked.
"Because, I-I'm not ready for that commitment. I mean, we've been together, what? Two years? It's just..." you trailed off.
"What? Just what?" He grew mad. His eyebrows furrowed and he stepped closer to you.
"I don't want to be your wife." You croaked.
"You don't love me. Do you?" Pete stated in a voice that was a mixture of pain and worry and anger.
"Of course I do-"
"No, you don't want to be my wife. You don't love me!" You tried to talk but he wouldn't let you. "You know what? You should just go. Go home!" You stood in shock as a few tears rolled down your face. Surely he didn't mean that. "Go!" He yelled.
Your lip quivered as he glared at you. "You're an asshole, Pete Wentz." You whimpered before marching into the bus and quickly packing everything you could, ignoring Andy's calls to see if you were okay.
You shoved passed Pete and stomped to your car. You hated the cramped bus, so you drove along side it whilst you were still welcome on the tour. But apparently, you weren't welcome anymore.
You slammed your door shut and started the ignition, speeding out of the parking lot and on to the main road.
As you thought about the situation that had just unraveled, your hands tightened around the steering wheel and tears clouded your vision.
You had only looked away for a moment to wipe your eyes when you felt a hard impact on your car. You spun and swivelled and yet another crash sent you hurtling forward in your seat. As your head hit the back of your seat, everything went black.

-back at the van-

Pete paced in the bunk room, replaying everything that had happened only an hour before. How could he have been so stupid? Marriage?
But she didn't love him. If she didn't say yes, she couldn't have, right? He pondered on it until he felt a vibration in his pocket. He quickly lifted to his ear. "Hello?" His voice wobbled.
"Hello, am is this Pets Wentz?" His face screwed up.
"Speaking." He breathed.
"I've got you down as an emergency contact for Miss (Your Full Name). I'm informing you that she's been in an accident and you'll need to come down here to sign some papers." The lady explained, but it all sounded like a big mumble to Pete. He hung up and ran out the door, being stopped promptly by Joe.
"Where are you going? Where's (Y/N)?" He inquired.
"Hospital. Drive me." He panicked, Joe instantly agreeing. Everyone piled into the car and raced down to the hospital.
Pete ran to the desk and panted a question the lady couldn't understand. He repeated, "(Y/N) (Y/L/N)." Breathing heavily.
"She's still in surgery, but you can take a seat and sign some for-" Pete slammed his hand down.
"I don't want to sign any goddamn forms! I want to know if my girlfriend is okay!" Joe looked at Andy and Patrick with worry.
The lady behind the desk pulled a sassy 'really' face and crossed her arms. "And I said, she's still in surgery. So sit yo skinny white ass down and sign. The damn. Forms." Pete felt a lump grow in his throats and nodded slightly, taking the paper.
They waited for hours before they could see her, but the doctor finally came and said Pete could go in.
He gingerly opened the door and felt his heart break when he saw you laying on the bed, cuts and bruises painted onto you. He bit his lip to try and hold back the tears.
You opened your eyes and squinted at the bright light. You saw Pete standing over you and rolled your eyes. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at you.
"What happened?" You avoided his eyes as he spoke.
"You told me to leave, I did." You spat. He looked down shamefully and didn't try and hold back the tears.
"This is all my fault. I'm so sorry." He whimpered. You finally looked at him when he sniffled and saw him staring at his hands. "I should've just accepted you didn't want to marry me. I'm okay with it, really. I just got so scared because you're too god for me. I don't know how I got so lucky to have you." He grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckle lightly. All that anger from before slowly melted away as he said each word.
You took a breath in and grasped his hand back. "I do want to marry you Pete, just not now. In a few years maybe, when I'm ready for that." You told him quietly. He nodded but still wouldn't look at you. You felt bad. Really bad. "Pete." He hummed in acknowledgement. You moved your hand to his cheek and repeated his name. He finally looked at you. "I love you and only you. You're the person I want to spend the rest of my life with." He smiled and leaned into your touch.
"I love you too." You sat up and hugged him. "Just, can you promise me it'll always be me?" You smiled and him and nodded.
"I promise. Now come here and give me a kiss." He laughed and leant in, pressing his lips softly on yours.