Fall Out Boy Preferences and Imagines

Murder (Pete Oneshot #1)

Triggers- blood

Pete's POV:

"J-J-Joe..."

"Dude, what's wrong?"

"I-they-fuck... they're... mother fucker." I sob.

"Pete what's going on?" Joe asks.

"I went out and I came back and... and... there's blood... shit."

"Pete what the hell is happening?" My friend asks with concern lacing his voice.

"I didn't know who to call... I don't think they're breathing... no no no no no... it's all my fault."

"Peter, I'm coming around, call the fucking police." And with that he hangs up.

"Y/N, baby can you hear me?" I ask, nursing the lifeless body.

"Harley?" I question, stroking my boys hair.

Call the police

"H-hello?"

"Hello, what's your emergency?"

"Someone broke into my house when I was out and... and... they hurt my wife and son... I need help." I explain.

"Sir can you give me your address?" The male asks.

"I... I need an ambulance as well... they're not breathing! They're not breathing!" I yell.

"I will send a team over but I need your address. Keep calm sir."

"Keep calm? I'm terrified. Help them." I beg.

"We'll do our best sir."

"Pete? Peter?" Joes voice echoes.

"Pete where are you?" Andy asks.

"Oh god." Patrick gasps as he sees the bloodstained floor.

They all walk into the kitchen and see me kneeling over the two bodies.

"Jesus fucking Christ." Joe gasps.

"Jesus." Patrick whispers.

"Pete?" Andy asks.

"Help them. Please." I beg.

All the boys look at each other before crowding around my family.

"Are they breathing?" Andy mumbles.

"What the fuck do you think Andy?" Patrick asks.

Joe grabs my sons hand and feels his wrist quickly.

"Pete," He sighs.

"I don't want to know." I say, hot tears bouncing down my face as I sit backwards.

"Did you call the cops?" Andy asks.

"Y-yes." I stammer.

"Pete we're so sorry." Joe says.

"I should've been here." I mumble.

Harley lies with his arms wrapped around his mother, a large, gaping wound in his side whereas y/n has an obvious slit across her neck. Blood stains both of their hairs, faces and clothes.