kitten || muke au

thirty-eight

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just as michael was about to slip past sleep, the alarm calum put up in his room jolted him awake. he groaned, slamming his hand down to shut it up.

he had been thinking about calum all night. he had been thinking about his calloused fingers and rough skin. he thought about his strong scent of whine mixed with peppermint. and he couldn't sleep.

as much as he wanted to, the past three nights flashed into his mind and left his eyes watering and his heart racing. he found himself sweating and squirming in bed whenever he closed his eyes, scared calum would sneak into the room and do something. anything. and then he would hear calum toss in his own bed and michael's brain would just flip on and he was more awake and alert.

his mind was nervous off calum.

and not in the good way, either.

not in the way where he would get butterflies and his cheeks would instantly be coated with a light blush. not in that way.

he was so afraid.

and when the alarm clock sounded at six in the morning he was forced to drag himself out of bed. the bags under his eyes were a lot more prominent due to the lack of sleep he got and he was undeniably sluggish. he felt dead. and lonely. and used. honestly, he could go on and on about how he felt.

"michael!" calum scolded after michael spilled a bit of milk on the counter. the kitten-boy responded slowly (a short 'sorry'), eyes dragging up with all their strength to reach dark brown. angry dark brown.

"what's wrong with you?" calum grunted, snatching michael's glass in his hands and setting it in the sink. britt was already finished with her breakfast and was currently getting dressed upstairs, so calum and michael were alone in the kitchen.

"sorry, sir." michael responded, sounding bored, his eyelids closing halfway down his iris.

"go upstairs and get dressed damnit." the older one spat, and michael did as he was told, walking up the stairs with great effort, but even so doing slowly. he got dressed with the same effort (and time) and was downstairs five minutes later than the time calum wanted him there. he got scolded, but even britt looked concerned -- which said a lot.

things seemed to go too quickly for michael that day. he got to his first class late and didn't see ace at his locker like usual. but he continued down the hall and got a slip for entering class late. since britt was in his first class she walked up to him after it was over. michael barely noticed her, but her shrill voice woke him right up.

"michael... you look... sick." she stated plainly.

"I'm fine. just... um... tired." he mumbled, suddenly feeling ill. like britt saying that triggered something in his system.

and then he felt breakfast coming back up. so the kitten-boy rushed into the bathroom, spilling up everything his stomach had to offer, cleaning up with one swipe at of the back of his hand. he rested in the bathroom for a minute, breathing heavily.

the rest of the day didn't go any smoother. he hadn't seen ace until lunchtime, he was at the same place but seated with another furry. he walked up to his friend and shyly sat down under the same tree.

"hi." he greeted the fox-hybrid, whose eyes were a light shade of brown and with a tall brown quiff on his head.

"oh, michael! I haven't seen you all da -- woah, dude, did you catch a cold?" ace asked with genuine concern.

"I'm fine, just tired." michael informed him, rolling his eyes the slightest bit. "who's this?"

"dylan." the fox-hybrid introduced himself and stuck out his hand. michael shook it, smiling a bit.

he pulled out his lunch from his backpack and began eating as dylan and ace continued to talk about their dominates. michael was almost silent the whole time, just listening as ace spilled details about liam he had never heard before.

soon the day came to an end and michael was still feeling shitty. he had a stomach ache by now and was often feeling queasy. he was glad ace wasn't around. he was glad no one was around because he probably looked terrible. he found calum in the back parking lot as usual. he looked angry and stressed.

"get in." he spoke a bit harshly, climbing into the front seat and turning on the engine. britt was already inside when michael managed to get in. her eyes seemed glued to her hands and the whole car ride was silent. not that that was, like, strange or anything. car rides with calum were always silent. but this time there was something floating around in the air that scared michael.

the atmosphere was... strange. he couldn't put his finger on it.

when the trio got home britt went upstairs like usual and michael tried following her to his own bedroom. he wanted to get some sleep. he felt so shitty and terrible and he might even be coming down with the flu.

"michael."

his name was called from the kitchen. michael internally groaned. why couldn't calum just let him be?

but when he got to the kitchen he was met with a very nervous calum. one who was basically unrecognizable to michael. this calum had sweaty palms and his eyebrows furrowed in worry. this calum sighed every two seconds out of doubt. this calum was afraid of something.

"listen, I really want you michael." the dark haired one spoke, still uneasy. "no, I... I need you. these past couple days have me remembering so much about us and what we used to be. I just want that again. please."

calum was begging michael.

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heeyyyyy guuuyssssssss ((((((:

dylan is played by dylan o brien and his dom is tyler hoechlin bc fuck yessssss

fuck im so sorry that i haven't updated in so long fuck fuck fuck. school has been kicking me in the ass really hard lately and it's just three months in lololololol. anyway, i know you guys don't really care but I'm gonna try rEALLy hard to try and update every weekend (no promises but i will trYYYY)

ALSO STORY TIME I NEED UR OPINION onion

okay so I'm taking my elective with this really tall, really cute sophmore. and he's reALLY cute okay. and we've been talking for the past month or so and whatever and he walks with me to the next class and he's suPEr touchy and flirty and fucking adorable okay omg. and he has these nicknames for me and shit shIT SHITE....

bUT.

this white dude uses the n-slur, i'm pretty sure he's homophobic (but i have no proof of that yet) and he called michael a 'freak' :''''''''''''( fuck fufkc fuck. and fuck. what do i do.

and its not as simple as "stop talking to him" because i sit next to him in class and sometimes we have two fucking+ hours in that class. he texts me often. and i try to be nice okay, so I'm not gonna just ignore it. and i kinda like him i guess so........... fuck help me pls