fall out boy imagines.

pay back

"JOSEPH MARK TROHMAN YOU ARE SUCH AN ASSHOLE!" You screamed and chased your boyfriend around your apartment  in only a towel.

That little, curly headed asshat laughed and laughed while running into the kitchen. You cornered him with with a shampoo bottle, threating to beat him with it.

"Woah woah there babe come on it was a joke!" He chuckled with his hands up in surrender.

"You put milk in my shampoo bottle! What are you five!" You went to throw the bottle at him but he caught your arm and swung you around. Holding you and kissing your neck. You struggled for a second before sighing in defeat and turning your head to kiss him back.

"I'm gonna get you back sohard for this." You taunted and wrapped the towel tighter around yourself.

"Threat or promise babe?" He winked and watched you walk back into the bathroom.

A few days later you Joe had the rest of his band over, getting ready for a gig. This was the perfect time to ask them to help you.

After Pete, Andy, and Patrick agreed to your plan, you went and got the bag it ice from the freezer.

Joe was in the bathroom showering and humming along to whatever song was stuck in his head.

You, Pete and Andy snuck into the bathroom, Patrick standing behind you guys with a camera. They were all snickering with excitement.

You moved the shower curtain slightly, enough for Joe to notice.

"Y/N is that you? If you wanted to join baby all you had to do was ask." He laughed rinceing the soap out of his hair.

"Yeah hold on." You replied and looked over to the boys shushing there laughter.

You counted off with your fingers and Pete and Andy raised the bucket they were holding. One... Two... Three.

"Now boys!" You shouted and they poured bucket of freezing ice water over the shower curtain. Patrick still recording everything.

You heard a loud shriek come from inside the shower and the curtain ripped open causing the other guys to yell and Sprint out of the bathroom.

"WHAT THE HELL Y/N!" Joe was shaking with anger and grabbed a towel and putting it around his waist quickly.

He turned to you with his face twisted in anger and you beamed innocently at him before running. Joe charging after you.

"Patrick did you get that!" You called sprinting into the living room, hiding behind Andy who was laughing his ass off.

Joe came seconds later, hair dripping wet and his arms tense from the ice. He stomped over to Andy and he moved immediately. Pete and Patrick standing to the side still recording and cracking up.

"I told you I'd get you back." You said in a sing song voice. For a second you thought he was actually really angry and your confidence faltered.

He stood there with his fists clenched and a fierce look on his face. then suddenly he grabed you and planted a sloppy kiss on your lips. You froze for a second then slide your hands ups his arms, leaning into him.

"Yeah yeah you got me good babe. And just when I thought you couldn't get any more perfect" He grinned and starred at you with those big, blue eyes, making you blush.

"Should I turn the camera off before this turns into a different type of flim." Patrick suggested, breaking your eye contact.

"I should uh, go get dressed." Joe noted, flipping the camera off as he walked away.

After the guys got all their equipment into the van, you all got inside and Pete started driving to the little venue they were scheduled to.

Joe's arm was around you, he head resting on your shoulder and was humming one the songs they practiced. Your hands entwined, thumb wrestling and he kissed your hand making you smile and laugh. You too sat there in your own little world together the entire car ride, laughing about to stupid little prank you pulled. And Joe promised to get you back even worse.