Imagines/Prefrences

Fall Out Boy-The Magic Fedora

RESPECT THE BEAUTY OF THE MAGIC FEDORA
(And btw, (Y/F/N)= your friend's name)

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You slung your bag and dropped your lunch onto the table. You were at lunch, on the first day at a brand new school. So far, it was going pretty badly. No one spoke to you or acknowledged your presence. You felt invisible. You wore a Panic! At the Disco shirt, a denim jacket, a plaid skirt, and a really special fedora. It was black. You had to argue with your mother in order to get her to let you wear it. You sighed and started picking at your food.  Someone slid into the seat across from you and said, "I really like your hat. Where'd you get it?" Your face lights up at the memory. "Actually, it's a pretty awesome story...,"

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You checked your phone as you woke up. It was summer break, and it was extremely boring. You had gone to a few summer camps, and when you were home, you never got out of the house. Your friend had sent you a text. "I got tickets to meet Fall Out Boy! Wanna come?" it said. Your heart probably stopped at that. The first thing you did was tell your mom. "Oh my God! Mom! (Y/F/N) got tickets to legitimately meet Fall Out Boy! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease?" You beg. She just rolls her eyes. "Sure," she says. "Mk thanks mom!" you say, turning on your heels and running back to your room. You tell your friend that you're going. The rest of that week, you chatted excitedly with her. You picked out an outfit the day you got the text. You wore a Beatles t-shirt, a denim jacket, and distressed shorts. Your friend's mom picked you up at your house and drove. She even let you two pick music to listen to. You and your friend choose to listen to Fall Out Boy's album Save Rock And Roll. "If heaven's grief brings hell's rain, then I'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday," you and your friend sing, and badly. "Oh my God, (Y/F/N)!" You exclaim. "What?! (Y/N), what is it?" she says, slightly worried. "We're meeting them on a Saturday!" you shout. "What?" she says, confused. "You know! That song off of Take This To Your Grave!" you say. "Oh, yeah!" she says, remembering. Then you both sing Saturday. When you get to the venue, her mom throws you out of the car, all too glad to get rid of you both. She picked a later time for this after you went to a signing for another band. They were from the east coast, and though it was only 10 o'clock, they were sleepy and delirious. It probably felt like 5 AM for them. You wait for about 30 minutes, then you see someone walk by. It was actually the band! The girls around you go into a frenzy. It's a blur of posters and lanyards. "Play it cool! We don't want them thinking we're crazy!" you shout over the screaming. You're not sure if she heard you, but then she nods. A man steps out and starts giving instructions. "What he say?" you ask your friend. She just shrugs. Suddenly, the crowd shifts into a line. You and your friend are close to the front. A few minutes later, you're within twenty feet of the band. You lose your cool and start squeaking like a rubber duck. Soon after, you're in front of them. "Oh," you say. "My," (Y/F/N) says. "God!" you both screech in unison. You just walk over to Patrick and hug him. You let him go and say, "Oh, I'm so, so sorry, my name is (Y/N)." You hug him again, and an idea pops in your head. Because of your impulsiveness, you snatch his fedora off his head. The camera goes off just as you do. Your friend is reaching out to take it off your head, but Andy's restraining her. The other two members of the band are quite in shock. When all is calm again, you take a normal picture. You and (Y/F/N) are grinning like crazy. You switched positions. Andy was next to you and had his arm around your shoulder. Patrick has his arm around your friend's waist. Too soon, your time is up. You go to give Patrick his fedora, but he just shakes his head. "You keep it. It looks better on you," he says. You grin even wider. "Thanks," you say, waving, walking away and putting it on your head. (Y/F/N) had phoned her mom, so when you two left, she was there. She took you home and you told your mom what happened.

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"And that's how I got the fedora," you say, walking back to class.

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I apologize for the crappy ending. I didn't know how to wrap it up. See you next chapter!

And a friendly reminder!
I accept requests!
I will do imagines or preferences for:
The Avengers
10th, 11th, and 12th doctor
Fall Out Boy (and the individual members)
Dan Howell
and 5 Seconds of Summer.

If you want a personal, I will need your name, age (optional), any of the people listed above, and a situation (no smut or Young Blood Chronicles because I haven't seen it and I don't know what happens)

Thanks!