There will be some bad words in this imagine ( in request ), so if you don't like bad language please dont read!
BAD LANGUAGE
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" FUCK "
i heard the door slam and a mad, cursing , Tyler walking in the door. You may ask.. Why is Ty so mad? Well to answer your question, the Stars just lost a playoff game, so now they were super close to getting out. I wanted to hug him and tell him it will be alright but from previous experiences, that was not the smartest thing to do.
When Ty gets mad or frustrated he would never intentionally hurt or insult me, only when i would do something that ' Annoyed ' him. Which was basically trying to cheer him up. So as a result , i would usually let him cool off, but me feeling extra bad about the loss, tried to cheer Ty up with a hug.
" Tyler, babe ? " i asked getting up from the couch. " What. " he said sternly. ' Maybe this wasn't a good idea ' . i thought. " What ?! " he repeated loudly as i zoned out, like he was screaming at me. " i - uh um i- " " SPIT IT OUT " he yelled. i was tearing up at this point. " Never mind " i mumbled slowly turning so he wouldn't see me cry. " Whatever, bitch " he huffed.
i let out a sob as i heard him say that. The person that always made me feel better about people calling me names was the one doing it. I ran up to our room and slammed the door. I fell to the floor in sobs. I crawled to the bed and curled up, still in my day clothes, and muffled my sobs in Tyler's pillow. I pulled it from under me and chucked it at the wall. I was mad that he would ever think about calling me, not just a ' bitch ' but any type of name. My thoughts were lost as i fell asleep.
i woke up to the sound of the door clicking. ' i forgot to lock it ' my eyes closed tightly. " y/n, baby. " i heard the voice I've grown to love say sadly. " are you awake ? " he asked with a sniffle at the end. i felt the bed dip and a silent sigh. " you look so beautiful when you sleep." he mumbled moving a loose hair from my face. " you look beautiful all the time. " he chuckled and then sniffled. " my beautiful girlfriend. " he finished. he got up and headed for the door. " I'm so sorry , y/n. i love you so much.. " he whispered with another sniffle.
" Tyler " i squeaked out. " yes beautiful " he quickly responded. " did you mean what you said.. " i asked him. " NO, no i didn't mean to call you that. i swear I'm just so mad about the game, its no excuse , i know. i love you, baby. " i smiled. " do you really think I'm beautiful? even with mascara on my cheeks ? " he smiled " even with mascara on you re cheeks".
