Band Imagines/One-Shots

I Have A Problem // Danger Days Mikey

"Mikey!" You screeched and practically ambushed your boyfriend outside your door. He laughed, catching you and wrapping his arms around your back.

"Hey (Y/N)." He smiled, pressing a kiss to your lips softly. You kissed him back, and smiled as he put you down, and took his hand in yours, running upstairs to your room with him after shutting the front door.

You both went in your room, and you shut the door before moving to Mikey, kissing him a little deeper and more passionate.

"I missed you.." You mumbled, and pressed your forehead against his temple. His lips moved down to your neck, and you felt him smile.

"Well.." He kissed your neck softly. You felt yourself blush, until he blew a raspberry on your neck, making you squeal and push him away. He laughed, and playfully glared at him.

"Oh, you're so on!" You picked up a pillow and smacked him on the arm with it. He laughed still and playfully shoved you on the bed, rolling over you and pulling you into his arms, hugging you to his chest.

Mikey wasn't this way around everyone else, only you, and it made you feel special. You enjoyed this side of Mikey, not the brooding Mikey.

He whispered against your cheek.
"If I actually wrestled with you, you'd get hurt, babe." You playfully pouted at him, and giggled, kissing his jaw. You sat up, pressing your hand near his stomach, but you felt something cold, and you heard a small clang from the ring you wore.

You looked back at him, and he grew quiet, looking away.

You hesitantly lifted his shirt, and tucked in the waistband of his jeans was a small bottle of vodka. You pulled it out and looked between it and him.

"Mikey, what-"

He huffed, rolling onto his back, staring at the ceiling. You placed the small bottle on the nightstand, and looked at him confused.

"Mikey, please, what's going on?" You asked softly, looking at him worried. He let out another sigh, and turned his head to look at you.

"Lay with me a little bit, and I'll tell you. I promise." You nodded and laid down next to Mikey, resting one hand on his chest, and the other going around him, as both of his arms wrapped around you.

You both just laid there, but it was so quiet and comforting, that you drifted off to sleep.

When you woke up, Mikey hadn't moved from his spot next to you. In fact, his eyes were open, and he stared up at the ceiling.

It was completely dark in your room. The sun had gone down, and the only light coming in was from the moon.

"I have a problem." Mikey suddenly spoke quietly. You tilted your head up to look at him, confused, but let him continue. He turned his head, looking at you, his nose barely touching yours.

"(Y/N)..I have a bad problem. And I can't do it anymore." You looked at him hurt, unsure of what he was saying.

"W-What do you mean?" You asked. You fell in love with Mikey, and you didn't want to lose him. Mikey looked at you, cupping your face in his hand.

"(Y/N)...I've had depression for a very long time..and with that, came my drinking." You stared at him in a worried and loving way, caressing his jaw with your hand.

"Mikey..how bad has it gotten?" He bit his lip, looking away from you. He never did that, unless he really fucked up.

"Really bad." He whispered. You pressed a soft kiss to his lips, and pressed your forehead against his.

"You can't leave your family. You can't leave your friends. And you can't leave me. I'm not going to let you. So we're going to work hard on getting you better. Okay?" Mikey nodded, a tear slipping out of his eye. "Oh Mikey." You whispered, and hugged him tightly.

"I love you. I love you so much. You're going to be okay, no matter what it takes."