Fall Out Boy Preferences/Imagines

Preference #1: How You Met Him

Patrick: It was a cool day in Chicago. You were casually strolling in the park, walking your dog. You looked around to see mothers and their children at the playground, wishing you were like one of those mothers. You sighed, remembering the day your ex-fiancé left you for that model he had been with behind your back with for 2 years.

Suddenly, your dog ran, grabbing you back into reality and pulling you with the other dog. The wind blew your (H/C) (H/T) in front of your face, covering your face. Your dog ran really fast towards what looked like another dog, a little Pomeranian. That's when your dog stopped and you fell.

"Are you okay?" You hear a familiar voice. It was none other than the voice of Patrick Stump, the frontman for one of your favorite bands, Fall Out Boy.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you saying, standing up, "it's just this damn dog goes bazerk when they see another dog."

Patrick chuckles at your statement, "My name is Patrick. What's yours?" He asks.

"(Y/N). And I know who you are. I love your band," you reply, smiling. Suddenly you hear the singer's phone ring. He looks at the caller ID and his eyes widen.

"I'm so sorry, I have to take this. It was nice talking to you. This will sound so stupid, but would you like to exchange numbers?"

You smirked, "Of course, Patrick."

Andy: you were at a vegan restaurant, waiting for your food to come. It was taking a long time, as usual. You were just sitting there, bored and out of your mind. Who wouldn't be? You weren't waiting for anyone.

"Excuse me? Is anyone sitting here?" Someone asks, standing in front of you and pointing towards the booth in front of you. You looked up to see a guy with light brown hair and a ginger beard. You didn't oblige and let him sit there. He looked familiar but you didn't know where.

"So, what's up?" He asks.

"The sky," you sass, "what else?"

He chuckles at that sentence, "You're just like my friend and band mate, Patrick. You two would be good friends."

"Oh really? Well, I would like to meet this 'Patrick' you are speaking of."

"Alright, I will make sure you two meet. I never caught your name. What is it?"

"(Y/N). What's yours?"

"Andy."

"So what do you do for a living, Andy, if I may ask?"

"I'm the drummer of the band Fall Out Boy." That's where you recognized him! (Y/B/F/N) was obsessed with them! She was in love with (Y/B/F/F/FOB/M) and you mentally face palmed yourself for not knowing where he was from.

"How did I not recognize you before? My best friend is obsessed with your band! She is in love with (Y/B/F/F/FOB/M) and it would mean so much to her if she met you guys! Plus, I think we should hang out sometime. You seem pretty cool!" You state.

"Alright, how about we surprise her? I'll give you my number so we can do both," Andy says. You give him your hand and a sharpie, letting you write his number on your hand.

"Alright, I'll see you around sometime, (Y/N)! Bye!" The drummer gets up from his seat and waves you good-bye. That's when realization hit you that your food still hadn't come.

"Shit," you say, before looking down at what Andy wrote your hand.

"It was nice talking to you, (Y/N). Here's my number, in case you want to talk about when that surprise will be ;)." And below was his number. You pulled out your phone right away, making it's you added it to your contacts straight away.

Joe: You were at a Misfits concert. You were walking back to your place in the concert, which was in the mosh pit. Since you didn't see where you were going because you were on your phone, playing (Y/F/A), someone bumped into you, spilling (Y/F/D) onto your shirt and causing you to drop your phone and (Y/F/C).

"Fuck! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to---" you looked up to see you were looking into the eyes of Joe Trohman, the lead guitarist of Fall Out Boy, one of your favorite bands.

"I-It's fine, don't worry about it, J-Joe," you reply whilst stuttering, trying not to admit you had a celebrity crush on him.

"Wait, how do you know my name, but I don't know yours?"

"I love your band. And well, of course, I love Misfits, of course," you reply with more confidence.

"Well, I'll get you tickets to the next concert for us," Joe says, smiling, "but I'll need your phone number for them," he adds with a small cocky smile.

"Although you don't need it, I'll give it to you anyway," you say, exchanging phones with him.

Pete: you were at the Big Hero 6 premiere, being invited by one of your friends, who had starred in the movie, although they had only gotten a small cameo. You were just at the snack bar, ordering (Y/F/D) and (Y/F/F). There was no line at this snack bar, but there was a huge line at the other snack stand. You hated lines. You couldn't walk a long way in your high heels, they hurt your feet. You made a mental note to never wear them again.

Suddenly, you felt someone tug at your dress. You looked down to see a little kid with blonde curls. You bend down to his level.

"Excuse me, have you seen my daddy?" The little kid asks, lost.

"What's your name and what does your daddy look like?"

"B-Bronx, and he's in the band that came here."

"Well, my name is (Y/N) and I'll try to help---"

"There you are, Bronx." You hear a guy exclaim, hugging his son, "thank you so much for finding my son."

"Actually, your son found me," you exclaim, standing back up. Although you had heels on, you were still a couple inches short of this guy.

"Well, I can't thank you enough. I'm Pete, Pete Wentz. And you are?"

"(Y/N). And may I point out that I just love your band."

Pete turns pink from this, "Could I possibly have your phone number? In case this guy gets lost again?"

"Sure thing."

"Alright awesome. I'll try to get you tickets to the next show possibly."

"Thanks Pete," you reply, making him smile instead of get angry at you.

A/N and that's the end of the first preference! I had to put in that reference, I'm sorry. I'll get working on the first imagine so I'll try to post when I can. But I'll be pretty busy, as usual.

Oh yeah, (Y/B/F/F/FOB/M) stands for Your Best Friend's Favorite Fall Out Boy Member.

QOTP/I: Who's preference was your favorite? Mine was probably Pete's, considering I just love Bronx and I thought it was probably one of the cuter things I've written.

-the_infinite_author