Fall Out Boy Preferences/Imagines

Preference #8: When You Were Sick

Quick A/N: Unless if more than 6 of you guys comment for more, this will be the first and the last time I put sexual jokes in a preference. Just look out for Pete's. "Lil Wayne looks like a crabapple." "I don't know what a crabapple is, f**k all y'all." 😂 (Video on side for picture)

Also, keep in mind that Patrick's and Pete's will have similar beginnings but the endings are different

Andy: You woke up to the feeling of the room getting colder by the minute. You started to shiver, causing your teeth to chatter and waking your boyfriend up from beside you. He put his hand on your shoulder, you in turn, turning your body in his direction.

"Andy, did you turn the AC on?" You ask, "It's freezing in here."

"(Y/N), are you feeling alright? The AC isn't on," Andy replies, putting the back of his hand against your forehead to check if you had a fever, "you're burning up. I'll bring you some soup."

After your boyfriend had brought you some soup, you two spent the rest of the day in bed together, your boyfriend and you watching (Y/F/TV/S) and him getting you what you needed.

Pete: you woke up with the feeling like you were about to throw up everywhere. You ran out of bed and into the bathroom, tying your hair into a bun. This was the first time you had gotten sick and your head hurt like hell. You didn't remember anything at all last night. You began to punch in the numbers to call (Y/B/F/N). You then suddenly remembered what happened last night.

"Hello?"

"Hey, (Y/B/F/N), it's (Y/N). Could you do me a solid and do something for me? My head hurts like hell," You ask.

"Sure, (Y/N). How can I be of your service?" Your friend jokes, "But this means you'll do me a solid."

You muttered a "fine."

"Could you get something for me? Like a pregnancy test?"

"Shit. Yeah, (Y/N). I'll be right there."

"(Y/N), are you alright?" You hear your boyfriend. You had just noticed that he was only in his boxers. You looked down to see you were just in your black bra and matching underwear. You grabbed your navy blue silk robe off the hanger in your bathroom.

"I've already seen what you look like underneath. You don't need to cover your perfect body up." You blushed a ruby red at this.

You suddenly hear a knock at your door. You put on a T-shirt and shorts and hurried down the stairs. You opened the door to see your best friend.

"So how was he?" (Y/B/F/N) asked. You blushed at this.

"Oh she was great. Best I've ever ha---" Pete begins to say, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. You get out of his embrace, embarrassed.

"Okay, that's a lot of detail. Please calm your tits," your best friend says.

"Shouldn't you calm yours? You're the lady after a---"

"That's enough from you, Peter! You yell, you punching him in the shoulder. You grab the bag from your friend and went upstairs you did exactly what you were supposed to do and you waited for the test. You looked down and it was exactly what you thought.

Positive.

"Pete!" You yell. Your boyfriend comes up the stairs and into the bathroom.

"We're expecting a baby Wentz," you say. Your boyfriend then picks you up and spins around.

"I can't wait to have this child with you and start a family, (Y/N)."

"But, what about Bronx and Saint?"

"We'll all be a big family after this storm goes away."

Patrick: You held your hair back as you threw up into the toilet. You felt disgusting from all of this. Your head hurt a lot. Hangovers sucked. You tried to be as quiet as possible because Patrick, your boyfriend of 4 months, had just gotten back from touring.

"(Y/N), are you alright?" You hear your boyfriend say. You ran across your mouth, saliva only appearing on your hand.

"You should be in bed, not here with me. You must be exhausted from the tour. I'll be fine, Patrick."

"Mhmm, and throwing up into the toilet is what you call 'fine,'" Patrick says sassily, putting quotes around fine. You glare at him for a second, before your head begins to ache again.

"I'll go get the ibuprofen. You should've taken that immediately, (Y/N)." Your boyfriend was about to leave the room when you called his name.

"Patrick?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you. But after this, you're going back to sleep."

"No, I'm not sleeping until my girl is alright."

For the rest of the day, Patrick helped you with your hangover and you left Patrick to catch up on his sleep.

Joe: It was the afternoon. You were making lasagna for yourself and your boyfriend when you suddenly felt like you were about to faint. Your head started to ache and you felt exhausted. You wanted to call your mom to help you finish the meal, but just as she picked up, you fainted. Your vision was slowly getting darker but the last thing you heard was your name from Joe.

*A couple of hours later*

You woke up to see that you were in bed. Your boyfriend was sitting at the edge, right next to where your feet were. You felt like the room was freezing and your head ache still hadn't gone away. You were about to stand up when he stopped you.

"(Y/N), you're sick. The doctor came over while you were sleeping and he said you have the flu. Stay in bed. Your mom is here and she's preparing soup for you."

Just then, your mother came in, with a tray that held a small piece of a baguette, water and soup. After finishing the meal, Joe had to leave for an interview (one that had been delayed for so long that they couldn't reschedule) and she stayed to take care of you. You felt like a little kid again and you enjoyed that. Just as she was about to leave to get some more of the soup, you stopped her.

"Thanks mom. Thank you and Joe. I'm glad I have both of you."

A/N what a coincidence that I'm not having a very good day (well, I mean I am but health wise not really) and put this up on that same day. Yeah, I'm feeling kinda yucky right now. Ugh, hopefully it goes away.

Anyways, Pete's 2nd imagine will have a part 2! If you don't want to read it, you can read the Patrick imagine I have prepared for after it. It's only if you want to know what happened after the date.

QOTP: Which preference did you like the best?

-the_infinite_author