5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Michael imagine

Revenge is a dish best served cold.
Unless it's you. Then you enjoy getting revenge in the most brutal of ways. Especially when you're in a pranking war with Mikey.
He had put your hand in warm water whilst you slept, and that was the ultimate humiliation for you.
Mixing the contents of the bowl in the bathroom, you think about how he will react to your prank.
Everyone knows how passionate Mikey is about his hair. Always dying it extravagant colours that no one else dare. He dyed it blonde a couple of days ago, bleaching the crap out of his hair like always and making it dryer than it was the day before.
He had expressed his plans for his next style, wanting to dye the entire of it yellow, and you wanted to give him a help in hand. Your version.
Once the dye is fully prepared, you sneak out of the bathroom and down the stairs until he comes into view.
He is still lying on the couch, mouth hanging open as he snores away the afternoon after his "intense gaming session".
You internally bounce with glee at the perfect opportunity to strike, his hair on full show so you can dye the section you wish.
Picking up the brush, you begin to smother the colour onto the crown of his head. Spreading it around his hair, you have to place a hand over your mouth to prevent your giggles from waking him and ruining your entire plan.
He grunts in his sleep, causing you freeze in place and wait on tenter hooks to see if he wakes up. When he doesn't, you continue your work before finishing up and leaving him to sleep.
After 30 minutes, you decide it's about time for him to see his new do. Filling a bucket of ice cold water, you stealthy walk over to his head and count yourself down from 10. The bucket is shaking in your hands as you laugh silently, and you dump the contents on his head.
"ARGHHHHH!"
He shoots upright from the couch, shouting and screaming cuss words as he jumps around to shake the water from him and to keep his body warm.
"What the fuck, Y/N?!"
You burst out into laughter as soon as the water hit him, and it's only increased since. You stomach hurting from laughing so hard and tears streaming down your cheeks.
He wipes his hair from his face and looks confused as he places his hands in front of his face.
The palms of his hands are blue and he begins to panic as he rushes over to a mirror.
"WHAT THE?!"
In a perfect circle at the crown of his head is blue dye, contrasting greatly with his bleach blonde hair.
"You're dead," he looks at you straight in the eye and you immediately bolt away from him as he chases you around the house, "come on, Y/N, you can have a matching hairstyle!"