The Great Big Book of Band Member One-Shots

Fight Ice with Ice (Ricky Horror)

//Hey guys, this is just a sample so you can kinda gauge how I write! This is a Ricky Horror imagine so enjoy!

“Ricky!” You screeched as you felt the cold water beat on your back, turning around just in time to see your boyfriend’s unmistakable length of hair and wiry frame dart behind the safety of the bus. You stood there, water pistol in hand, and plotted your revenge. As the light bulb went off, you looked around you to make sure the coast was clear. After making sure, you threw the pistol on the ground rather noisily, making sure every single band at Warped could hear the clatter. Then you dropped to the ground, pretending to break into uncontrollable sobs, just loud enough for them to hear. All day they had been shooting their goddamn water guns at you all because Josh said ‘it was funny!’. Ricky just laughed and went along with it, busting out the band's waterguns and filling them up. Thankfully, he had given one to you too. So far you hadn't had a chance to shoot any of the guys because they were too quick, but as the perfect plan came to your mind, you knew exactly how you were going to get them back.

You were soaked, and you knew just how you were going to make them feel so guilty for it. Moments later, Ricky emerged from his hiding spot to check on what was wrong, him being the sweetheart he is. One arm wrapped around your shoulders, one hand rubbing your back comfortingly.

“(Y/N) what’s wrong… Oh shit GUYS, SHE’S CRYING.” He hollered to the other members of Motionless In White before turning his full attention to you. In between masterfully crafted sobs you choked out “My designer clothes are ruined and I’m so fed up with feeling colder that hell’s ninth layer and it’s all your fault for starting it, Ricky! You let Josh and the others open fire their stupid fucking waterguns at me!”

You ended the sentence with a dramatic flourish of your arms, making sure one landed on the holster of the gun. Ricky’s face quickly went from one of worry to absolute guilt. He placed kisses on your forehead and temple, repeatedly apologising and flipping off each member in turn, as you sat there hiding your devilish grin with your hands.

“We only meant to have some fun and cool off from the heat…” Josh shrugged, acting aloof but you still knew that he felt bad. Good.

“Do… Do you mean it?” You asked as Ricky apologised again. He nodded his head and made the other’s nod as well, giving Josh a glare when he didn't nod right away.

"Come on, baby, let's get you in some dry clothes." Ricky offered, standing up and holding his hand out to help you. You took his and and got up, pulling your water pistol with you. You used the back of your hand to wipe the tears from your eyes, a wicked grin quickly replacing your frown. Your fingers tightened their grip around Ricky's hand, making sure he wouldn't slip out of your hands 

“Baby?" You asked with the most innocent voice possible. Ricky turned his head to look at you, a bit taken aback by your grin. You motioned for him to lean down so you could whisper something in his ear.

"I will drench you with so much ice cold water your tattoos will smear!” You whispered in his ear before jumping up and pulling on the trigger, hitting him square in the chest with water. You bolted for the tour bus giggling like mad at his shocked expression, but Ricky caught up to you just as your hand reached the door handle, pulling your gun from you and lifting you up over his shoulder, easily jogging back to the boys with you pounding your fists into his back in protest. “I have captured Lucifer’s Princess! How shall we celebrate our great victory? With a dousing of her fiery spirit?” He hollered proudly, pulling you to him and wrapping his arms around you as the boys began to squirt you with water again, despite your protests. Thankfully, once it was over, Ricky promised to cuddle you until you warmed up, while continually give you kisses.