Fall Out Boy Preferences/Imagines

Preference #13: He Helps You At Your Worst

(Y/F/N)- Your Full Name
(E/C)- Eye Color
(Y/F/C)-Your Favorite Color
(Y/F/Ca)-Your Favorite Candy
***Note: If some of the details aren't real in this preference, just fake it. Also, the guys aren't necessarily your boyfriend in this preference. And Pete's preference, there will be two POVs: yours (in 2nd person), and a special character***

Patrick: You sat in an alley, alone and scared. Your parents had just kicked you out, saying that they didn't have room for a troubled soul like you anymore. This meant that you wouldn't be able to see your baby sister, Amy anymore. You wouldn't get to wake up to live with your own blood anymore.

You looked down, more tears spilling from your (E/C) eyes. You were still a teenager, not yet legal. You didn't have enough money to afford an apartment or food. It was only a matter of hours before your heart would stop. The cold Chicago weather made you feel numb.

Suddenly, you heard movement and you scrambled to get up. You put your hood up from your (F/C) hoodie and walked with your overnight bag on your shoulder. Just then, you heard someone yell in your direction, running towards you and grabbing your arm. You turn towards him and try to get out of his grip, failing as a result.

"Let go of me!" You yelled, continuing to struggle to get out of the strangers grip. But just as you were struggling, you saw the expression in the stranger's green-blue eyes: he wanted to help. You thought he looked familiar. As you struggle less, the less of a grip he has on you.

"What do you want from me?" You ask, finally getting out of his grip and crossing your arms over your chest. You looked up at him, although you weren't much shorter than him.

"I want to help," he replies. You looked to see if he was lying, only to find no sign of deception.

"Well, do I get to know the name of my hero?" You ask, causing him to chuckle.

"Yeah. It's Patrick. Patrick Stump. And do I get to find out the name of the damsel in distress?" He sasses, causing you to giggle.

"(Y/N). Never mind my last name, since my former family is the reason why I'm out here. I have nowhere to go."

"I'll take care of you. I'll be here for you, (Y/N). There's always a light on in Chicago. Just remember that."

Joe: Your head hung, tears pouring out from your eyes as you watched your grandmother's casket get lowered into the ground. You had been super close to your grandma, until she had been diagnosed with lung cancer. Then, you could barely see her because of work. You had tried but the hospital visiting hours were extremely short.

From your first Fall Out Boy concert to becoming their best friend, your grandmother made you excited to see her. You had tried to spend time with her to the very end but she had died a day earlier than expected.

Unfortunately, you hadn't heard from the boys for a couple of months, since they were caught up with their tour. Every time you'd called, you got their voicemail. You eventually just stopped calling, knowing that they probably wouldn't pick up.

*After the funeral*

You stayed at your grandmother's grave for a little longer, still wishing that you could've helped her. You stood there, alone and your cheeks wet from how much you were crying. You then decide to stand up, brushing off the dirt from your little black dress.

But, as you get up and leave your grandmother's grave, you see a figure in the distance. They're shouting something but you can't hear them. As you walk closer to the figure, you see Joe. You try to run towards him, although with heels, it was way more difficult. As you come closer to him, he gives you a big hug. This only causes more years to fall.