Michael Evans Behling Imagines

Euphoria*

Imagine that your friends dragged you out of your house after a really rough breakup and they take you to a bar where you meet Michael and you both fall for each other that same night. Yes, I'm making Matt the faceclaim. Hate me if you want. Also, his wife Esther, is basically his sister for this imagine and most of the others that have him as a faceclaim. Thanks for reading!

"Esther, I really don't want to do this. I just wanna stay here and watch Stranger Things, okay? Is that too much too ask for?" Esther looked at you and shook her head. She knew that your ex messed you up and she needed to fix that. Dragging you to your bathroom so that you could smell like a decent human being, Esther picked an outfit as she shoved you in the shower. You took as long as you possibly could before getting out and getting dressed in the outfit she put out for you. Sighing, you walked into the kitchen where you assumed she was and told her that you two should leave before you changed your mind and basically yanked you off the bar stool, and out the front door.

Arriving at the club, you immediately went to the bar and ordered a few shots of vodka. You looked over to your left and saw a handsome stranger looking your way, giving him a once over. He did the same to you and your cheeks tinted the slightest bit but the lighting covered it up. You took a shot, turning away from the stranger. You looked over at him again between shots and saw him holding his glass of whisky and laughed a little. "Wanna swap? Cause if you do, I'll gladly take something stronger after seeing someone as gorgeous as you." You blushed deep and thanked the maker that he couldn't see you blushing and laughed at the stranger. He smiled when he saw you throw your head back and actually followed through with his offer. Having ordered more drinks and finishing them with your stranger, you both moved to the dance floor and danced with each other. At first it was a bit awkward but halfway through the first song, you both found your rhythm and got lost in each other.

Esther on the other hand, smiled as she watched you let loose for the first time in a long time and decided to nudge your other friends you'd forgotten about. They both gave a confused look until she pointed in your direction where you and your stranger were dancing with your hands all over each other. The three of them watched as your forearms rested on his shoulders and your hands behind his neck.

Throughout the night, you found yourself falling for this handsome man named Michael Evans Behling. For once, you forgot all about your work stress and failed relationship because your ex decided that you weren't enough for him. Anyway, you started wondering if this is what love at first sight is? Because you really didn't mind it at all. You slicked your hair back as you tilted your head back but it was a fruitless action as your hair covered your eye the slightest bit. Seeing this, Michael was tempted to kiss you and the thought of that happening made him bite his lip, driving you insane. A trembling breath left your lips and Michael felt it fan his face but it didn't help the way he was feeling.

Michael found himself falling for an amazing and handsome man as strong and intelligent as they come. He figured that it'd be wise to at least make one move before leaving and dealing with the inevitable consequences of drinking so many shots.
He told you his intentions but they sounded like a whisper because of the noisy environment. That confession of sorts alone inspired you to throw caution to the wind and you leaned forward as your eyes flickered between his eyes and lips and when he did the same, you both leaned in and your lips met halfway. The feeling of his lips on yours was euphoric and you could feel yourself getting addicted as well as your pants suddenly feeling tighter than ever.

You dragged him out of the club and soon enough, he was leading you a car you've only ever recently thought about buying. You didn't exactly have time to go car shopping because of your job. The drive to his place was tense. He didn't want to take advantage of you and neither you of him but the moment he ended up in your lap, spilling your feelings of the night for him, he led you to his kitchen - why you didn't know - and started pulling random items out of the cabinets and you distinctly remember seeing two shot glasses. Shit. The hangover was definitely not going to be merciful but it didn't matter in the moment.