Emo Band Imagines

Nerf War ~ F.I.

You heard the front door unlock and Frank's voice echoing through the whole house. "I'm home!" He stepped into the house, but stepped on something. It was a letter. "What the fuck?" He mumbled, while picking the piece of paper up.

"Frankiiieeee, I wanted to do something fun, since you're sooooo boooriinng. (Jk, I still love you).
So I got us these Nerf guns and thought we could have fun with them. Not in that way, get your mind out of the gutter.
I'm already somewhere in the house with my gun.
To find yours, go to the living room and look on the couch."

Frank chuckled and placed his bag on the floor. He walked towards the black leather couch in the living room, only to find his Nerf gun.

He picked it up and took a closer look at it.

Meanwhile, you commando-rolled across the hallway into the kitchen.

Frank heard that and turned around, but he was too slow to see you. Bolting up, you backed yourself against the wall and held your gun close to your chest.

Frank loaded his gun and started to walk back to the hallway. He looked around and tried to find you, but he couldn't.

You slowly turned your head to see Frank in the hallway, trying to find you, with his back facing you. You took that as an opertunity and lifted your gun. You closed on eye and pecked out your tongue a little. And then you shot directly at his head.

"Ow! What the fu-" Frank turned around, but he was too slow again. "Ok, Y/n, I know where this is going."

You giggled, while running to the living room, obviously a little too loud, because Frank heard you.

While you were adjusting your ponytail, you felt Franks body press against you from behind. His left hand over your mouth, and the gun placed on your right temple.

"Bam." He whispered. "I think I won, because I just killed you." He went on.

You ripped his left hand away from your mouth and pushed him back a little. "No you didn't." You said and started to shoot like crazy.

"Ah, ah- Y/n- stop!" Frank tried to cover his face with his hands.
"Ow! You got it in my eye! Fuck!" Frank suddenly yelled.

"Oh shit! I didn't mean to!" You immediately stopped shooting and walked to him. "I'm going to get you ice." You mumbled.

Soon you came back with a pack of ice. Frank was sitting on the couch. You slowly sat next to him and patted your lap, trying to tell him to lay down there. And he did.

You gently pressed the cold back on his left eye and smiled lightly at him. "We're not doing this again, ok?" Frank giggled.

"No promises."