three months have passed.
luke and michael have made it official, and they're going strong. luke was getting better, he hadn't cut since the post-its. he's kept the butterflies alive. everything is okay.
right?
wrong.
michael wants sex.
luke doesn't.
michael had tried to get him to sleep with him, but all of his attempts have failed. michael was beginning to grow impatient, and luke was beginning to fall back into his old ways, crying himself to sleep at night next to michael when they'd spend the night with each other, michael being completely oblivious. or michael falling for the simple "i'm fines" that luke would give him when he would ask if he was okay. luke hadn't cut yet, but the day he would finally break was soon approaching.
michael just couldn't fucking take it anymore. he needed a good fuck, his hand wasn't getting it. and luke sure as hell wouldn't give him some. he had grown into a michael that luke didn't like, he was starting to scare him. michael would fly into fits of rage at times, making luke crumble. but luke wanted to stay. there was no way he was leaving michael. but michael decided he was going to fuck someone.
and that someone wasn't luke.
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angels//muke
Fanfiction"you probably hate me, don't you? it's okay. i heard angels are beautiful. maybe i'll become one. maybe then, someone will finally love me." *lowercase intended* credits to @texting_5sos on twitter for this description.
