Michael Evans Behling Imagines

Unholy

You knew that there was a reason for everything going wrong between you and your friend Hailie. She wasn't the most understanding person, so you guys were fighting once again about someone you don't even get along with, but the difference was the things you were currently spewing at each other were more like knives and arrows to the heart, hoping to hit the intended target. It wasn't working out too great for her because she didn't know that you knew that she was cheating on her girlfriend with several people and decided to try lie about the cheating when she was confronted. The problem was the fact that you were arguing about Matthew - a guy that you work with. Granted, anyone with eyes could see that he was definitely attractive, but he wasn't exactly your type, and you two only know each other because of your shared friends. Feeling the headache of your constant fighting coming on, you knew that you had to leave before it turned into something completely unbearable - meaning that if this fight went on any longer, your headache would escalate to a fucking migraine.

All of this shit felt stupid, but Hailie decided that arguing was the best way to solve issues – you clearly thought differently about her approach to situations since your fight about your boyfriend. Yeah, she had a theory that he wasn't good enough for you and when that ended, you didn't tell her why because you really didn't need her berating you about why you shouldn't be walking home late at night. Well, her theory was right because of the fact that you had a huge fight before you broke up with him. It went a lot like this...

Flashback

"Michael, you know that I love you more than you'll ever know but that's not what you think. I promise." you told him, but his upset expression didn't change. Hell, he even has his arms crossed. Fuck, he doesn't believe you. Why would he if your story/argument started with those fucked up words? "If it isn't what I think it is, then what the fuck is a pregnancy test doing in our bathroom because I've been away filming for the past 6 months, doing night shoots. I mean, you can't blame me for thinking that you cheated on me while I was gone. Can you?" Michael seethed. The multitude of emotions unbearably clear as his words stabbed you, sinking in sharp, cut, and clear that this hurt him more than he cared to admit. His eyes filled with tears as the thought of being there for a child that wasn't his crossed his mind. You finally finished packing everything that belonged to you and made your way to the door. Seeing this and realizing what was about to happen, Michael's reflexes kicked in and his hand shot out in front of you as you approached him, effectively blocking you from leaving, and now forcing you to listen to whatever it was he was going to say.

You sighed as he hesitantly reached for your bags but the only reason you knew this was because you saw his hand reaching downwards and you didn't have the energy to look him in the eye – not with the silent tears streaming down your face. You let him take your bag and he slowly moved in front of you and shut the door. Your breath hitched slightly, and he was – unfortunately – close enough to hear it, no matter quiet you thought you'd been. His heart broke as the sound of your silent whimpering became audible to him. He started thinking that you just felt bad for what you did but little did he know.

"Baby, look, you know that I love you with everything in me and the last two and a half years have been the best years of my life and I really don't know where we went wrong because I know you, okay? I know you! This isn't like you at all so what changed while I was gone?" his voice rose in volume as he continued to speak, desperation clear in his voice, face, especially his eyes.

He shook his head, trying to get rid of thosethoughts and focused on your distressed state. "I don't know what else totell you because you've clearly made up your mind!" You yelled at him. Youraided the closet, finding your suitcases and filling them up with your stuff.Michael just watched you in shock as you angrily and messily packed your bags.You really didn't know how you were going to tell him about what happened toyou, but it seemed like he had made up his mind already. "You know what?If you must fucking know, you asshole, I didn't choose to get pregnant and Ididn't cheat either. Believe what you want but know that I'll never trust you againand I most definitely will never ever look at you the same ever again. This, us, it's over.We're over. Have a nice life," your words drenched in venom as they left your lips. Michael processed your words but by the time he did, it was too late. He lost you because he jumped to conclusions and didn't even give you a chance to tell him what really happened in the time that he was gone and looking back, his accusations were the cherry on top because all he did was push you away and shut you out in fear that you'd found someone better but that was never the case. He lost you in the most unforgiving way — you walked out on him because of his insecurities that blinded him from the truth of the situation. Now the woman of his dreams was his ex, and it was all his fault. You finally finished packing everything that belonged to you and made your way to the door. Seeing this and realizing what was about to happen, Michael's face dropped and so did his arm. He had nothing to say, not even a goddamn apology even after he'd silently processed your revelation about the nature of how you came to be pregnant. His mouth gaped open and shut like a fish, but his stunned state allowed you to leave and realizing that you were not going to change your mind about this, he didn't even make a move to stop you.

Flashback over...

You glared at Hailie and wondered why Matthew was such an issue in her eyes. She hated Michael but at least everything was good until the fight that ended you two, so why the hate for Matthew - a guy she didn't even know? Sighing tiredly, you just shook your head while waving Hailie off and heading to work. You decided that you needed a caffeine injection if you were going to get through the rest of the day, so you stopped at one place for your desired caffeine injection before driving off in the direction of where you needed to film today and you figured that since you had a night shoot ahead of you, it was inevitable that someone was bound to be tired beyond belief. Finally arriving on set, the first face you saw was that of the one person that you couldn't exactly trust yourself around - Matthew, yeah, that guy. The same guy that fucked you so damn good that you haven't been able to stop thinking about him since – hence the moment you're having now.

You were pulled out of your daydream when you walked into the wall that is Matthew Daddario. Ugh! Practically feeling him smirking down at you, you rolled your eyes dramatically at him and tried to sidestep him, but he didn't want to let you go. "What do you want now, Daddario? I'm trying to get to my trailer," you tell him, slightly irritated at him for not letting you pass. Neither of you had the time for this, you were already running late as it was. The look he gave you reminded you of that night, sending a shiver down your spine, making you close your eyes momentarily. The look he gave you as he soothed his now aching stubble covered cheek was dark and dangerous, and you didn't know if you should be turned on or afraid, but you could feel your nerves tingling, telling you that you were most definitely more turned on than you were afraid. Seeing your reaction and loving your facial expression, he forced himself to turn around and groan quietly whilst willing himself to not get hard – it wasn't exactly easy when he was around you because the smallest reactions; either on or off set, made memories of that night resurface, and most of the time it made his body react in the worst way possible and he needed multiple cold showers after a day on set with you but he'd never tell you that to your face. Why the fuck did everything you did turn him on so damn much, Matt found himself wondering.

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Part 2 of Unholy  coming soon. Let me know if I should make it a short story type of thing in the comments. I love reading your comments. For real, they make my day. 

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