Fall Out Boy Imagines/Preferences

53. "I Didn't Come For A Fight But I Will Fight Till The End"

I know some of y'all are team iron man but for this preference, you're not. Sorry.

Andy Hurley:

"Andrew John Hurley!" You yelled up the stairs. "Get your ass up here."

Andy walked into the room carefully, with his hands raised. "What's wrong?"

You threw the object that made you upset at him. Andy caught it and held it up gingerly.

"Why was this in Sebastian's drawer?" You put a hand on your hip.

"It's just an Iron Man shirt-"

"Just an Iron Man shirt?" You raised an eyebrow. "Just an Iron Man shirt?"

"Just an Iron Man shirt." Andy said calmly. "It doesn't mean anything."

"Um excuse me!" You said. "This is a Team Cap household, which means there is a strict ban on any Iron Man paraphernalia."

Andy rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I know, when we bought the Marvel Popsicles, you threw away all the Iron Man and Spider Man popsicles. And no one is allowed to wear red and yellow."

"Exactly." You nodded. "Which means that there is no Iron Man shirts allowed. What if this shirt turns our child?"

"Honey, his name is Sebastian James, he's not going to become an Iron Man fan." Andy argued.

"Get rid of that abominable shirt." You turned away from Andy. "Now. Before you spread that rebellion around our house."

"Babe, our daughter's first words were 'Bucky.' You've won, no one is going to go to Iron Man's side." Andy put a hand on your shoulder.

"Admit it." You said quietly.

"Admit what?" Andy asked confused.

"I found this." You turned and held up a "Team Iron Man" shirt. "In the washer. It's an extra large and the only person it would fit is you Andy. Admit it, you're Team Iron Man."

"(Y/N)-"

"Admit it Andy!" You yelled.

"I'monteamironman." Andy said quickly.

"What did you say?" You said. "I couldn't hear you."

"I said, I'm on Team Iron Man." Andy admitted slowly.

"Get out." You said. "Get out now!"

"You can't be serious (Y/N), come on." Andy pleaded.

"I'm dead serious. Leave. Now." You said firmly. "Go."

"(Y/N)-"

He was interrupted by you throwing your toy Captain America shield at him.

"Alright, alright. I'm leaving." Andy said. "I'll come back when you're not bat shit crazy."

Pete Wentz:

The front door opened and slammed shut, signaling the arrival of your husband.

"Hey Pete." You called. "How was your day?"

You could hear him rummaging through the refrigerator. "Fine." Pete said distracted. "Hey babe, have you seen my pizza?"

"Umm, your pizza?" You asked.

"Yeah, it was in the fridge, in a container labeled 'Don't eat me, I'm Pete's Pizza.'" Pete explained, walking into the living room.

"Uhh, well you see-"

"You ate my pizza?" Pete asked.

"Well no. Vana did." You said.