Band imagines (request closed)

Mike Fuentes

T. W.: angst, language

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"I'm HOME!!!!". 

I'm shaken from my comfortable sleep on the couch by my obviously drunk boyfriend. " why are you yelling?" I groan as I sit up. He only shrugs, before sitting beside me, only to crash his lips sloppily against mine. I shudder internally at the taste of alcohol on his lips. I softly shove him away,  causing him to chuckle. Yep, he's definitely drunk.

" the party was awesome Y/N, you should've came too" he slurs, pulling an adorable pouty face. " I'm sorry, babe, I just didn't feel like going out" " that's cool" he retorts, smirking " now we can have our own party" he quickly leans over, pushing me onto my back, hovering on top of me " Mike, no" I state, bracing my arms on his chest to push him back." Mike, yes" he says, before kissing me again, rougher than the first." I said NO!" I shout back as I shove him off of me, sitting up quickly as I watch him land on the floor with a groan.

" what the fuck is your problem" he growls at me, climbing to his feet. " I said...." He doesn't let me finish " I know what you said, why can't I fuck my own girlfriend "  he's shouting right into my face, that added with the smell of alcohol lingering from his breath, only worsens my migraine." Its just...I'm on my...." I don't continue, just gesture to my stomach, to silently indicate that I have cramps. 

" oh, come on, Y/N, we've had sex during your period before" he's not yelling anymore, but I can see on his face that he's still angry." Mike, please, I'm really tired and in pain.I just don't want to  right now " I plead, rubbing my stomach to relieve the sharp pain there. " okay, fine" he responds " thank you " I mumble, getting up from the couch " how bout a blow job, then" he just won't quit." Ugh! Mike" I grumble, placing my head in my hands

" whatever" he seethes back, headed toward the front door again." Mike where are you going?" " nowhere!" He's back to shouting again " please, we need to talk about...." He turns around, stalking toward me," No! You're too fucking tired remember! " he's in my face again, and I step back until, my back hits the wall. Tears begin to pour down my cheeks, he chuckles mockingly before turning back around and opening the door.

" if you won't give me what I want, I'll get it somewhere else" he shouts again, slamming the door behind him. I can only stare at the door in shock.

I can't believe he just said that!

Mike's words have been echoing through my head for the past twenty minutes. I called his phone but he won't answer. Mike's brother, Vic showed up the minute I called him. And their band mates Tony and Jamie, are driving from bar to night club looking for him. His car is still here, he must've realized he was too drunk to drive. Vic has assured me that Mike won't do anything to betray my trust.

" you didn't hear him, Vic. He was so mad." I sit down after pacing through the room a million times. " I just....I guess I should've just done what he wanted" 

" no!" Vic is quick to argue " he was wrong, not you.

Our attentions are turned to the door, as it opens, revealing Tony dragging in my nearly unconscious boyfriend. Vic moves to help Tony, getting mike to the couch, and I fetch a cup of coffee from the kitchen.

Three cups and a long big brother speech later, Mike is finally coming to his senses. " why are you here?" He ask, gesturing to Tony and Vic. " why do you think? You storm out of the house, after threatening to cheat on her" Mike glances at me, his face softening in regret, when he sees my tear ridden face.

" did you? " I croak out, before clearing my throat and repeating my question. " uh..can you guys give us a minute?" Tony simply nods and heads out the door. Vic gives me hug , whispering a quick, " call if you need anything", before leaving as well.

There is complete silence for a moment before I turn back to Mike. " you didn't answer me"

" I..of course I didn't do anything, Y/N. I swear" he states, moving closer beside me. My tears have completely stopped and I manage a small smile as I look him in the eyes. He takes in a deep breath before continuing " I was ......i was going to...I'm sorry for even thinking about it..she was right there and I...all I could think of was you." As he finishes, he ducks his head down, unable to look at me, but I quickly lift his face up. " it's okay" I say, pulling him into a hug, that he pushes away from. " no it's not okay, you don't deserve to be treated like that....i.... I fucked up. You should be mad" now it's him who is crying, and he's too weak to pull back from my hug this time 

" I'm not, mad, Mike. I was sad and a little upset. But not mad, you were just drunk.and what matters to me is that, you didn't do it. You came home to me instead." I whisper my feelings into his ear as I rub his back. The sounds of this crying has eased and he mumbles " I wuv yo" before falling asleep on  my shoulder.

I giggle softly at this, before adjusting our bodies so I can lay on the couch, lightly moving his body to lay beside mine. " goodnight, Mikey "

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A/N: I realize that I'm bad at endings, I'm working on that. Anyway. Thanks for reading!