New Aged Emo Imagines and Preferences (DISCONTINUED)

You Are His Daughter (Fall Out Boy)

Pete:
"Daddy! I'm going now! Sebastian said he'd meet me at the cafe in 20!" I shout up the stairs, grabbing the keys to the car. I adjust my leather jacket, checking my outfit in the mirror as Dad thunders down he stairs. Big brother Bronx follows, whistling.

"Damn (Y/N), looking good!" My hair is down in my loose, dark brown curls, my makeup done simply, black jeans, black and white high tops, white crop top, and my fave jacket. I nod in a approval, tucking my phone and wallet on my pocket.

"You aren't going out like that." Dad complains.

"You've never had a problem with it before."

"She's right Daddio." Bronx says.

"Yes, but now you're going on your first date." I roll my eyes, sighing.

"Oh daddy. I'll be fine. Seb is super sweet." I pat his arm. "I'll be back by 10, okaysies?"

"Okaysies." I laugh. "I love you, (Y/N)!" He calls after me as I walk out the door.

"Dad! God your so embarrassing."

"Love you!" He yells louder.

"I love you too, alright! You too Bronx!"

"Bye (nickname), have fun!"

"I have to go now!" I rush out the door. The neighbours look at me distastefully. "Hiya! No, I'm not going to do drugs, I'm going to get coffee! Have a nice night." They gasp dramatically. I hop in the car, speeding toward the cafe. I have 2 minutes by the time I get there, so I rush in. I don't see Sebastian, so I sit at an empty table to wait.

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I quickly sneak into the house, trying not to be loud. I sniffle, rubbing my nose. He stood me up. He didn't show up, and I texted him and he didn't answer, and he's a douche and I'm done. I hear shuffling in the living room.

"(Y/N)! How was your date? He didn't try anything, did he?" Dad asks. I shake my head, not looking at him.

"No, he didn't. It was good though, I'm just tired. I'll see you in-"

"Are you alright?" Dad grabs my arm lightly. I shake him off, smiling halfheartedly.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired." I lie. I quickly climb the stairs to avoid more questions. Bronx stands at the top of the stairs, waiting. I shake my head, tears coming to my eyes.

"Oh, boy. I'm gonna fuck him up." Bronx mutters, pulls me into a hug. "Am I allowed?" I nod, chuckling.

"Just don't tell dad, alright?"

"No prob bob." He rhymes. I laugh.

"Thanks spanks." I say back. I tuck into my room, changing into pjs quickly, sliding into bed. I hear someone open my door.

"(Y/N), are you alright?" Dad asks, worry filling his voice.

"Yeah. I tol-"

"I thought I raised you better than to lie to me, (Y/N)." He sits on my bed. I sit up, fresh tears rolling down my cheeks.

"He didn't show, okay. The douche bag didn't show, and it hurts that he just ditched me, and I really liked him, but apparently he didn't feel the same, and I bet he's laughing right now, because hey! He pulled a prank on the freakishly unpopular girl! Good for him, right? Right, this is funny!" I say, crying.