Fall Out Boy Imagines/Preferences

26. What I Like About You

Pete Wentz (Requested by @graceloyacano ):

Even though you'd moved from your hometown of Louisiana months ago, you were still a southern girl at heart.

But slowly and surely, your accent had started to fade...except for when you sang, which never really happened much.

Today, while cleaning the little apartment you and your boyfriend Pete shared, you let your guard down.

"Take a chance, take your shoes off, dance in the rain." You sung absentmindedly as you washed a cup. "Yeah we're splashing around, and the news spread all over town."

"I'm not complaining that it's raining, I'm just saying that I'd like it a lot more than you think." Pete wrapped his arms around your waist, making you jump. "If the sun would come out and sing with me."

You relaxed as Pete placed his chin on your shoulder.

"I didn't know you could sing." Pete kissed your neck softly.

"Yeah, I don't sing much anymore." You shrugged. "I don't like my accent."

He kissed your shoulder. "Why not?"

You dried the dish you just finished washing. "I just don't."

"Well." Pete said. "I love it."

You turned the water off and faced him. "Yeah?" You raised an eyebrow.

He nodded. "You should definitely sing to me more."

"Hm." You kissed him teasingly. "Yeah, but probably not."

Pete stuck his bottom lip out in a pout. "Aww. What if I finish washing the dishes, then will you sing for me?"

"Pete, it's your day to do the dishes anyways." You rolled your eyes and hid your grin.

"Oh right." Pete thought for a moment. "I've got it!" His eyes lit up. "Will you sing for me if I do the dishes for the rest of the month?"

You bit your lip, thinking about it. You knew Pete wouldn't uphold his side of the bargain, however, he also would keep bugging you until you sang again for him.

"Fine." You said, sitting on the counter. "Start cleaning."

Pete picked up the sponge and plunged his hands into the soapy water.

"I know, I never make this easy, it's easier to disappear. You said gimme something that I can go on. Together yeah, yeah, anything but here." You sang, as Pete continued washing the dishes.

Joe Trohman:

"Babe, come on, just smile for me." Joe held up his phone again.

You hid your face once more into the white pillow. "Get that camera away from me." You groaned.

"I just wanna get a picture of my baby girl." Joe said, pulling the pillow away from your face.

"Stop." You whined. "I look hideous." You pulled the blanket over your face.

Joe straddled you, phone still in hand, and pulled the blanket away from your face. "You look beautiful.

You covered your face with your hands. "No, I've got bedhead."

"I like your bedhead." Joe pulled held your hands above your head. "It's adorable." He positioned the camera to take a picture.