Bands imagines.

Devin Sola

“Babe? Can I borrow one of your skirts?” your boyfriend Devin called down the hall. You threw out the makeup wipe you were using and walked into your bedroom, where you found him rummaging through your closet.

“Why?” you asked, chuckling.

“I want to cross dress tomorrow.” He said, grinning. You smiled and hugged him.

“You sure? People are gonna give you hell.” You said, looking into his eyes. He smiled and pecked your lips.

“I’m positive. I have a very feminine face, and I think I’ll look fab as fuck.” He said. You laughed and hugged him. You broke apart and you walked over to your closet.

“How about this black lace one?”

*Two Days After*

You sighed and dropped your backpack on your couch. It was a hard day. You hadn’t seen Devin since leaving for school. He said he’d meet you there, but never did. He was also being really quiet.

You heard the shower running and knew he was in it. You walked quietly up the stairs and into the bathroom. You didn’t hear him singing like he normally would though. Instead, soft cries met your ears.

“Devin? Are you okay?” you asked, not wanting to invade his privacy. You hear him jump up and shut off the water. He reached his hand out and grabbed a towel. But you saw a huge bruise on his lower arm. He stepped out, and looked to the ground. His whole upper body was covered in different sizes of bruises. Some of them were shaped in circles, like someone punched him, but there were ones that were long, like someone had hit him with a pole or something.

You put your hand to your mouth and walked over to him.

“When did this happen?” you asked, gingerly touching the worst one on his chest. He winced and sighed.

“Yesterday, during lunch. You went out, and I was sitting alone and a ton of guys came over and started making fun of me. I told them to fuck off, and they exploded. I just let it happen. It was no use trying to run away.” He said, wiping a tear from his cheek.

“Devin, why didn’t you tell me?” you asked, looking into his eyes.

“You warned me about it, but I still did it. I didn’t want you to say I told you so.” He said. You chuckled and ran your hand through his hair.

“I wouldn’t. I thought you looked gorgeous yesterday. Ignore those assholes. They just don’t know what fabulousness is.” You said, chuckling. He smiled and pecked your lips.

“Thanks Y/N.” Devin said, walking into the bedroom you shared.

“No problem. Now get dressed, and I’ll go make those cinnamon buns you love, okay?” you said, standing in the doorway.

“Yes!” he said