Fall Out Boy Imagines/Preferences

79. Back to School

Before we start, yall wanted a 3rd part for Love Me Like You Do right?

Joe Trohman:

"He's never going to forgive me," you groaned, pulling the pillow over your face.

Joe removed the pillow. "Babe, he knows that you're sick."

"He's going to hate me for the rest of his life," you insisted.

Joe rolled his eyes and hugged you to him. "He started middle school, he didn't win a Nobel Prize."

"But it's middle school, Joe. My baby is an angsty pre-teen now." You sneezed into a tissue.

"If he's an angsty pre-teen, then he wouldn't have wanted his mom to drop him off anyways," Joe pointed out.

You sniffled. "But I wanted to 'accidentally' lowkey embarrass him in front of all of his friends."

"Well, there's always tomorrow, when you're not sick." Joe grabbed you another tissue.

You pouted. "But tomorrow isn't the first day."

"Which is why it will be even more embarrassing," Joe said deviously.

You grinned. "Joe Trohman, I like the way you think."

"Now that you are sure our child won't hate you for the rest of his natural born life, can you please try to get some sleep?" Joe kissed your forehead.

You nodded and buried your face into his shoulder as he began to softly hum.

But just as you were dozing off, Joe's phone began to vibrate against the nightstand.

"Ugh, I just want to sleep," you mumbled.

Joe reached over and grabbed his phone. "I've got it."

He spoke quietly for a couple minutes before sighing.

"What's wrong?" You looked up at Joe.

"You might not be able to embarrass Nate tomorrow." Joe set his phone on the nightstand. "The school just called, he's sick."

Patrick Stump:

You walked into the crowded cafeteria, carrying a white bag full of greasy food.

"Mom!" Declan waved you over to his table.

You set the food on the table. "I brought you Chick-fil-A."

"You're the best." Declan smiled, and tore open the bag. "Thanks."

You smiled at your son. "No problem, it's not like I had anything better to do."

One of Declan's friends leaned towards him. "Dude, your mom is hot," he whispered, loudly.

Several of Declan's friends nodded in mute agreement.

"Guys, stop. That's my mom." Declan scolded. "And she's pregnant."

His friend grinned. "She's still a M.I.L.F." He stared at you.

"Hey!" Declan shoved the guy backwards. "That's my mom you're talking about!"

"Declan, honey, please." You walked back to the table. "I can handle myself."

His friend chuckled. "That's hot."

"Yes, I may have got it going on, but I am not Stacy's mom; so I will not be flirting with you. Because if I wanted to get locked up for having a relationship with a minor, I'd make sure he was attractive first." You smiled and walked away.