Michael x reader imagines :)
Hello!! I write some stuff, some smut, some fluff, some older or younger Michael, I happily take requests and I just really hope you enjoy reading it! :)❤️
Word count: 2572 Warnings: mentions of death, someone getting pummeled, that's like it
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Your mind was replaying everything that just happened. Your heart was beating so fast you swore it would burst out of your chest. Your fingers were playing in your hair, with the biggest smile plastered across your face. "I want you to be mine" the way his tongue wrapped around those words made your heart flutter. The way that they glided out of his plump lips was pure heaven. The way you hands fit in his perfectly, almost as if you were made for him.
——————————————————————————— THE NEXT DAY ——————————————————————————— You were sitting in the common room. Conversations were filling your ears. Your eyes remained on the ground, thinking about how much you missed the world. The music, the art, some of the people. You'd do anything to have it again. Your old friends, your family. The fun weekends and memories with your friends. The sound of your name coming out of someone's mouth brought you back to reality. Your eyes darted to coco, who's eyes were on you as well, as an obnoxious laugh came from her.
"Yeah, I bet she's so desperate for Langdon. I wonder if she realizes she has literally no chance." Her eyes were still on you, but she was talking as if you weren't there. You didn't say anything, you only allowed your anger to sit in your balled up fists. "I mean, look at her, she looks like a child!" Laughs between her and gallant suddenly filled the room. Your fingernails began to carve crescent moon shapes in your palms. Still nothing from you. But your anger was rising. "It's sad really, poor little baby" she said, sarcastically.
That pushed it. You did what you could to hold your anger. But this bitch was really trying to push your buttons. It's like she wanted you to knock her out. And it would be quite rude to not give someone what they want, right? You slowly stood up from your seat, fingernails now drawing blood from your palms. Your strutted over to Coco. She only continued to laugh as she saw you, but she stopped once she looked in your eyes, which were black. Your arm rose and your fist collided with her check. Knocking her to the floor. She held her cheek, sitting up and looking up at you in pure terror, noticing your eyes were still pitch fucking black.
You dropped to you knees and hovered above her. Your other fist now colliding with her other cheek, harder. She was sent to the floor again. Everyone around you only watched, they had no idea what had gotten into you. And the scariest part is that you didn't either. Never, in your life have you acted out in such a way before. You've never hurt anyone. It's almost as if something had taken over you. Leaving you behind somewhere else, completely unaware.
Your hands were still thrusting back and forth from coco's face. She had been knocked out cold about 3 hits before. Your eyes soon came back to their natural color, revealing the real you. Not only did it reveal the real you to the others, but it revealed what you did, to yourself. You looked at your bloodied hands, and then at coco's bloody, bashed face.
