Band Imagines

PTV - Mike Fuentes

Show Me Your Best Tattoo

Y/N

It was a nice day and your friends had dragged you to the beach because they complained you were too pale. You put down your towel before stripping off your Slipknot tank and lying down. You left on your shorts and admired your new bikini top.

"Do you ever regret any of your tattoos and piercings y/n?"

You shake your head at y/friends/n, always the concerned and nosey friend.

"I love tattoos and piercings, the more the merrier. I love a guy with them as well."

"God no, give me a clean-cut man. No offence y/n but some tattoos look tacky."

You roll your eyes and go to defend tattoos when a shadow looms over you.

"Maybe I can change your mind ladies?"

You blink and lock eyes with a very tall and attractive guy. He pulls off his shirt revealing a chest of beautiful tattoos you could easily get lost in.

"Impressive."

The guy laughs at your reaction. You notice him checking your tattoos out as well and blush.

"Same love. I'm Mike."

"y/n."

You stand up and brush the sand off you before throwing your tank back on. Mike tilts his head to the side.

"Nice shirt. Do you want to grab a drink?"

"Why do you think I got up Mike? I'd much rather hang out with people who appreciate body art."

You'd always been confident when it came to guys. You assumed Mike was single because he wouldn't have swaggered over to a few girls and took his shirt off unless he had a big ego.

"Go have fun y/n, leave the rest of us to burn. Maybe another hottie will walk on by."

Your friend flips you off as you drag Mike back towards the boardwalk.

MIKE

I never wanted to go to the beach in the first place but after meeting y/n, I was more than happy I'd come. I let myself get dragged towards the boardwalk where the bars were, y/n was strong for a small person.

"So tell me Mike do you take off your shirt whenever someone mentions tattoos?"

She sat across from me at the small table in one of the beach bars. I let out a laugh and shook my head.

"No not normally, but I was hoping to score with a beautiful girl."

"Such a charmer Mike."

The bartender puts two bottles of beer in front of us and a tray of shots. I look at y/n and raise my eyebrow not remembering ordering shots. She grins and puts one in front of me and then herself.

"Let's play twenty questions with a twist Mike unless you can't handle a few shots."

Ah hell no, I never stepped down from a challenge involving alcohol. Then a crafty idea came to mind.

"How about we do one better y/n. Ten shots each, if I finish first then you go on a date with me. And if you win i'll let you pick out my next tattoo."

y/n's eyes lit up like a child at Christmas.

"You're on Mike, though even if I lose I'll still go on a date with you."

We divided the shots and started the race. y/n was winning up until the 7th shot when I overtook her and finished my 10th just as she picked her 10th up. She was one of a kind, a girl who could hold their drink was a keeper in my eyes.

"Looks like I'm going on a date with you Mike."

"Give me your number and text me your address, I'll pick you up at seven tonight."

~2 Years Later~

Y/N

Mike had just proposed to you in the bar by the beach where you met. You said yes and had the ring on your finger to prove it. You were going to be a Fuentes. And all this started when Mike tried to change your friends' minds about guys with tattoos.

"How about we finally play that game of twenty questions with a twist babe?"

Mike snakes his arms around your waist and starts planting kisses down your neck. You had the man of your dreams and were never letting him go.