Christmas carols with Fall Out Boy.

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Note: This is the final preference! I hoped that you guys would like the '12 days of preferences' idea and judging by all the positive feedback I've received, you have! Which is awesome! (Even though I was sucky at updating on time :G.) But anyway, now that the final preference has been posted, it's time for me to go on a 160 (and counting) day hiatus during which I will disappear from all forms of social media.

I'm kidding.

(That was a tøp hiatus joke.)

I'm going to take a break for a few days, after which I will (hopefully) return with some long-awaited sequels for you guys. ;) x

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Andy:

"We're done! Finally!" you exclaimed with a delirious laugh, throwing your hands in the air after having just placed a bow on the final present.

You and Andy had spent virtually the entirety of the past two days wrapping all of the gifts, and you were beyond happy that you were now finished, so that the two of you could spend some quality time together. He'd been working a lot recently, what with all the touring and preparation for MANIA, and you wanted to make up for not being able to see him much for so long.

"Now for the cuddling," Andy beamed, practically jumping on you and tackling you to the ground; you erupted into a fit of giggles. He kissed you sweetly and you sighed happily, warmth and contentment flooding through you.

Your joy was short-lived, however, since the doorbell chimed not a second later. Grunting, Andy climbed off of you and headed to answer the door.

When he opened up he was met with the sight of twelve people, all dressed in incredibly festive gear. He smiled kindly at them, about to respectfully decline their presence, but he couldn't, because the moment the door opened, they began singing.

"On the first day of Christmas, my true love sent to me: a Partridge in a pear tree," they sang.

"Guys," Andy started, holding out one hand, "Now's really not a great time-"

"On the second day of Christmas, my true love sent to me: two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree," they continued, completely ignoring Andy's requests for them to stop.

For the next two lines, Andy repeatedly tried to interject and get them to stop, but they didn't acknowledge him at all. You were starting to get pissed off; these people had interrupted your time with your boyfriend and proceeded to ignore his attempts at asking them to leave.

At the beginning of the fifth day of Christmas, you let out a loud groan as you got up from the floor and stomped over to join Andy at the door.

"What's going on?" you demanded in a hushed tone, pulling him a little to the side.

"They won't stop!" he exclaimed, tossing his hands up in defeat, "I've tried to ask them ten times now!"

"Then stop asking them and tell them to go away instead!"

"I can't do that," he breathed, face softening, "That'll be rude."

"They were being rude by interrupting us," you argued, folding your arms. With another glance at Andy and the carollers – who were still singing – you sighed heavily and rolled your eyes, realising that there was no way your sweetheart of a boyfriend would chase these people away.

But you sure as hell would.

Lightly shoving Andy out of the way, you stepped right in front of the carollers, cleared your throat and started to sing over them.

"On the 8th day of Christmas, all I wanted was to spend time with my boyfriend but instead the universe gave to me," you began singing to the tune of 'The 12 Days of Christmas' (you had to speed your words up a bit to accommodate the change in lyrics), "Eight lines of a dreadful song, seven stupid Christmas sweaters," you gestured to the hideous sweaters seven of the carollers were wearing, "Six even stupider scarves, five unwilling children," you pointed at the children, whose faces clearly showed that they'd much rather be at home than out carolling, "four stuck-up suburban mothers, three unfortunate elderly people, two unnecessary cameramen," you cocked your head at the two men snapping pictures, "and one person hoping," you motioned at yourself, "that they would all go away."

A highly offended gasp escaped the mouths of all of the carollers (Except for one child, who giggled appreciatively. You shot him a wink.), and one of the old ladies mumbled a 'well, I never', as everyone gathered themselves and scurried away.

"Merry Christmas!" you cheerily yelled after them before slamming the door shut and turning to Andy, who was gawking at you, "Where were we?"

Patrick:

Being the leader of a Christmas carolling group is a lot more stressful than it sounds. What most people don't understand is, there are tons and tons of preparation that goes into making sure that everything runs smoothly on the night. If something goes wrong – someone forgetting their words, for example – it can be disastrous and extremely embarrassing for the rest of the group.

Thankfully, you were doing a splendid job at coordinating. You had made sure that you had created a practice schedule suited to everyone's needs and their respective personal schedules and at said practices, you worked hard to make sure than everyone knew their lines and role in the group.

All the members of the group had told you that you were the best leader they had had in years. It was the final night of carolling tonight and so far, there were no embarrassing incidents. Someone had told you that last year, they had visited this one house where they didn't listen to the guy's requests for them to leave, so his girlfriend sang them a song about how much she wanted them to leave. Some people said the girl looked like you, but upon seeing the pictures from the night, you had to disagree; you couldn't see any resemblance at all. Regardless, you were just thrilled that nothing like that happened while you were in charge.

"Alright, everyone!" you clapped your hands together as you stood outside of the final house you would carol for, "This is the final house for this year, so let's make it the best one," you beamed, and everyone cheered.

Turning around, you rang the doorbell and got ready to sing while you waited for the owner to open up.

You spotted the doorknob being turned and signalled to everyone to get ready to sing. When the door opened, so did your mouth, but when you realised who it was that had opened the door, you froze.

The rest of the group froze too, since you were supposed to start them off. One of the others elbowed you in the ribs, trying to bring you back to reality, but you were frozen in place.

Patrick smiled widely once he looked around your group and noticed that you were carollers; when his gaze landed on you, he raised his eyebrows expectantly.

You wanted to start singing – or at least say something – but you couldn't, and instead just widened your eyes.

"Forgive her," one of the others chuckled nervously, "she's a huge Fall Out Boy fan."

Patrick let out a short giggle. "That's alright. Maybe I can help her out," he smiled at you, and your heart hammered in your chest, "What song were you guys gonna do?" he addressed the rest of the group.

"O Holy Night."

"That's my favourite," his face lit up, and he ran a hand through his hair before starting to sing,

"O holy night, the stars are brightly shining

It is the night of our dear saviour's birth

Long lay the world in sin and error pining

'Til he appeared and the soul felt its worth,"

His voice was utterly mesmerizing, and the rest of the group joined you in staring wide-eyed at the singer. Until he gestured for everyone to join in, which everyone – including you – did.

"A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices

For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn"

It only took the first four lines for you to get back into the groove, and you sang your heart out. After those two lines, it was your solo, and the rest of the group fell silent, all looking at you.

"Fall on your knees," you belted out, and now it was Patrick's turn to widen his eyes,

"Oh hear the angels' voices

O night divine

O night when Christ was born

O night divine," you hit that powerful belt, and everyone's breath was taken away. Especially Patrick's, "O night, o night divine," you finished.

Your group broke into applause, and you tucked your hair behind your ear and looked down at the ground shyly.

"W-wow," Patrick gushed after a moment, "You have an incredible voice."

"Thank you," you whispered, taken-aback, "I can't tell you how much that means coming from you."

"This is gonna sound really forward, but..." he chuckled, nervously scratching his head, "Do you wanna come inside? I'll make some hot chocolate?"

"I'd love to," you breathed, "But I should probably make sure everyone-" you turned to face your group, but they were already gone.

Pete:

"So, will you do it?" Pete questioned, nervously fiddling with his hands.

Patrick, Joe and Andy shared weary glances, making Pete whine like a small child.

"Guys, please! I really need your help with this," he begged, even going as far as to fall to his knees in front of his bandmates, "I need you, dudes."

"You do know that there's a million things that could go wrong with this plan, right?" Joe quizzed, raising an eyebrow at the bassist.

"You're the one who suggested it," Pete scoffed, glaring at his friend.

"Yeah, but I was joking," Joe defended, "I didn't think you were actually gonna go through with it!"

"I think it's really cute," Andy spoke up, shrugging a little bit, "And Pete would do it if the roles were reversed and one of us asked him."

"EXACTLY!" Pete jumped up, holding his hands out to Andy, "Thank you, Andy! This is why you're my favourite."

Patrick shifted in his spot on the sofa so that he was facing the other three. "Look, I agree with Andy; it's a cute idea. But might I suggest that instead of it coming from me, it comes from you?" he pointed at Pete, "I mean, you're the one who wants to gain from this."

"That is true," Joe agreed, pointing at Patrick.

"I am not equipped for that!" Pete exclaimed in a panicky voice, "There's no way it'll work if I'm the one doing it!"

"On the contrary, I think it'll work better," Andy voiced, earning a glare from Pete, "It shows that you're willing to make yourself vulnerable."

Pete shook his head and continued glaring at the drummer. "And to think you were my favourite."

~

As all of the members of Fall Out Boy stood on your doorstep, various instruments in hand, Pete took a deep breath before knocking on your door.

When you didn't answer after one second, Pete turned around. "Well, she's not here. We tried. Let's go," he started to run away, but Joe grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and yanked him back into place, right as you opened the door.

To say you were shocked by the sight on your doorstep would be an understatement. You were borderline stunned into place.

"Uh, hi... guys," you chuckled, folding your arms over your chest. You had met the guys once or twice, since Pete lived two doors down, so you weren't strangers. But you definitely did not have a good enough relationship for them to be standing on your doorstep at sunset.

"Hey, (Y/N)," Joe greeted with a smile, "Pete has something to say to you."

"He does?" you questioned.

"I do?" Pete whispered to Joe.

"Yes. Dude, we've been over this," Joe spoke through clenched teeth, closing his eyes and sighing.

"Oh. Right," Pete nodded. He turned to you with a weak smile, which you returned with an intrigued look, "Uh, (Y/N), I'm about to do something totally nerve-wrecking in the hopes that it will impress you. Unfortunately, I'm not as vocally gifted as Patrick, so I apologise in advance for any cringing that will most likely occur. Boys," he turned to his bandmates, counting them in, "One, two, three."

The starting notes to 'Yule Shoot Your Eye Out' started playing, and you widened your eyes as your mouth fell open in shock. But once Pete started singing the lyrics, your heart swelled.

"These are your good years

Don't take my advice

You never wanted the bad boys anyway

And I'm of good cheer

Cause I've been checking my list

The gifts you'll be receiving from me

Will be

One awkward rendition of a Fall Out Boy song

And two hopes it won't make you cry yourself to sleep

Staying up, watching Netflix

All I want this year is for you to dedicate one date to me

Before this song kills you inside

Please come over for Christmas

You're the only thing I wanna see

Underneath the tree

Merry Christmas, this song is a mess," he ended the song and gazed at you nervously.

You burst out laughing, not because of his singing, but because it was so damn cute.

"Pete," you wheezed in between giggles, clutching your stomach, "That was the best thing I have ever heard. Oh my god, I need a minute."

Pete furrowed his brows for a moment, but when he saw your happy face, he smiled. "You liked it?"

You nodded furiously.

"And you'll go on a date with him?" Patrick asked hopefully.

"I'll go on a million dates with him," you beamed, and Pete had to stifle a squeal of happiness, "And by the way," you pointed at the rest of them, "I need that studio recording."

Joe:

Under normal circumstances, there would be no way to get you to join a group of carollers. But, of course, these were not normal circumstances – your little nephew was spending a week at your house. He had never been carolling before and for some reason, it was something he decided that he had to do. The little munchkin knew that he could get away with anything while visiting you; you couldn't say no to him and he knew it. So now, you were part of the neighbourhood carollers.

Joe's reason for joining was much simpler. He wanted to get involved in the community. At least, that's what he told you. In reality, the only reason he was doing this dreadful activity was because he had a crush on you, and spending countless nights in your company sounded extremely appealing.

"Hey, (Y/N), wait up!" Joe called, jogging to reach you.

You grabbed your nephew's hand and tugged him back a little back, so that you could wait for Joe. When he caught up to you, you both smiled widely at each other.

"Hi, Joe," you greeted, "We missed you last night."

"Yeah, I missed you guys too," he leaned down to ruffle your nephew's mushroom-cut hair, "Especially you, Frankie."

Your nephew giggled in response, and you smiled at the sweet interaction between the two of them. "I hope one night away hasn't thrown you off," you tossed Joe a sceptical look as the three of you resumed walking, "I don't appreciate being embarrassed in public."

"Hey!" Joe frowned defensively, "Frankie embarrasses you in public all the time!"

You looked down at the toddler whose hand you were holding and he gave you the purest smile ever. "Yeah," you shrugged before turning back to Joe, "But he's adorable."

"Oh, and I'm not?" Joe scoffed offensively, placing a hand over his heart.

"Sure, you are. But not enough."

~

It was the last night of carolling (thank the heavens) and you, Frankie and Joe were walking up the path to the last house, along with the rest of the group.

The leader rang the doorbell and when the cute elderly lady opened up, your group started to sing. When the song was over, the lady clapped excitedly and proceeded to hand out a heap of compliments on how well you all sang. She liked it so much, in fact, that she decided she wanted to hear it again, and she scurried off to get her husband and drag him to the door to listen as well.

When the couple finally decided to let you go, you were exhausted and wanted nothing more than to go home.

But Frankie had other plans.

"Can we please go and get some ice-cream? Please, aunt (Y/N), please?" he pleaded, grabbing a hold of your midsection and hugging you tightly as he gazed up at you with puppy-dog eyes.

"Frankie," you sighed, "I'm tired, and it's a bit too late for ice-cream."

"But I've been a really good boy and everyone said I sang really well," he argued, before jumping up and hooking his legs around you, almost making you trip and fall, "PLEASE."

"Ugh, fiiinnnneee," you groaned, mad at yourself for having no willpower when it comes to this little devil.

"YAY! Let's go!"

He dragged you by your arm, starting in the direction of the ice-cream parlour. As you got closer and closer, however, you noticed that Frankie was leading you to the local park – not to the parlour.

"Um, Frankie, sweetie, we're going the wrong way."

"No, we're not. Shush."

Stunned into silence by his sassiness, you let him continue dragging you. When you rounded the group of trees into the clearing in the park, you gasped.

The stage set up for Christmas festivities was beautiful decorated with fairy lights and various other decorations, and on the stage stood your carolling group, with Joe slap bang in the middle.

They waited for you to get closer and when you were a few feet away, they started singing; Joe was leading.

Instead of singing a Christmas carol like you were expecting them to, they started singing your favourite Fall Out Boy song. Alone Together.

This acapella version was incredible, and it was made all the more beautiful by the fact that Joe was singing. To you. You had a ginormous smile on your face during the entire performance, and it only got bigger once Joe stepped down and smiled back at you.

"Whaddya say, (Y/N)? Was that adorable enough for ya?"

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