Tribulation»Muke AU

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~A/N~: hey btw the song has nothing to do with the story but idk you should listen to it because it is my favourite song ever <3 also, this isn't edited.. enjoy!

Michael feels awful. He's mentally punching himself in the face for pushing Luke, for hurting someone who has already been hurt so badly before. Someone who never deserved it.
Luke feels nervous --Luke always feels nervous-- and he feels awful. He was only trying to protect Michael, but he upset him instead. Luke doesn't have any experience with drugs, nor does he plan to change that, but he knows what they can do to you.
Even if you stopped him, it wouldn't make a difference. He's obviously done it before. Luke thinks to himself. He sighs and places the mug of hot coffee on the table in front of him. The blond boy keeps telling himself that he fucked it all up.
Michael needs to get out of the apartment, he feels as if he's suffocating. He strides down the hall and takes the stairs two steps at a time. He takes a deep breath of the cool spring air and begins walking down the street. Michael was in the middle of thinking about how much he did not want to go to work tomorrow when someone familiar caught his eye. Thomas. Their eyes meet across the street, so Michael walks over to meet him because Thomas is going in the direction towards the apartments.
"Where do you think you're going?" Michael says confidently.
"To pay my boyfriend a visit. Get out of my way, freak." He tries to push past Michael, but he stops him.
"If you're referring to Luke, I can't let you do that."
"And why the hell not? Listen, you need to stay ou-" his slurs get cut off.
"No, you listen. Luke is not your boyfriend anymore, you need to stay the fuck the way from him or, so help me, I will kick your goddamn ass so hard you'll be halfway to China." Michael only notices now that Thomas is drunk, he couldn't see past his anger.
"You wanna say that again?" Thomas snarls. He pulls back his fist and lets it fly. The next few minutes go down in a fight made of fists and boots, until a person walking by threatens to call the cops. That's how Michael found himself deciding that he's had enough fresh air for the day and heads back inside to nurse his probably sprained arm and bruised torso. But Michael knows that Thomas had lost that fight, he limped away holding his bloody nose and dislocated shoulder. Instead of trying to be badass and leaving his sprained forearm alone to heal, Michael digs around trying to find the wrist brace he had bought when he hurt his wrist earlier in the year. After finding it and strapping it on, he falls onto the couch, letting out a deep sigh. He doesn't have enough words to explain how much he wants to see Luke right now.
The tall and skinny boy hadn't moved much at all, his coffee had grown cold and his bones were stiff. He decided to finally do something, take a shower maybe. After turning on the water and stripping down, he freezes as he passes the mirror. He notices all the scars, the burns, the cuts, and the bones. Luke doesn't have an eating disorder, he decided to only eat when he was hungry but he was just never hungry. He's surprised that Michael had never noticed the other wounds on his body when he found the poor boy in his bed that awful day, or maybe Michael just hadn't given it a second thought. Luke supposes that Michael was too busy noticing the blood and calling an ambulance. The blond boy hates his body, he hates himself, he's desperate to be someone else even for a day. Luke tries his best to push away the harsh thoughts as he showers. About ten minutes later he's sitting on his couch again, this time in sweatpants, a t-shirt, and wet hair. Soon he hears a knock at the door and he's honestly not surprised to find Michael standing there.
"Hi. Um-" Michael scratches the back of his neck. "I'm really sorry if I hurt you yesterday, I didn't mean to, it's just-I just-ugh. I'm just really sorry." Michael doesn't understand why he's unable to form proper sentences around Luke, usually he's cool around people.
"It's fine, don't worry about it. I'm fine." Luke smiles, and it's not entirely fake. Michael let's out a breath he didn't know he was holding. God, he loves the way Luke looks with his hair messy and flat against his forehead.
"You can come in, if you want." Luke says warmly. Michael smiles and enters the apartment.
Neither of the boys are exactly sure how they ended up cuddling on Luke's couch watching Mean Girls, but neither of them are complaining. Michael and Luke were laying beside each other on the couch, until Michael made a brave move and wrapped his arms around Luke and pressed his face against his neck. Little did Michael know, a beautiful smile and a deep blush painted Luke's features. Luke decided he really wants to look at Michael, no longer interested in the movie, so he turns around and Michael gives him a lazy smile. Panicky thought keep rushing through Luke's head.
What if my breath smells bad?
What if my face looks weird because it's squished against the pillow?
What if my hair looks stupid?
What if Michael is uncomfortable and doesn't want me so close?
What if
What if
What if
While Michael can't think of anyone more beautiful than Luke right now, Luke can't think of anyone more ugly than himself. Luke can't stand the worrying, he feels like he's suffocating, so he gets up abruptly and moves away from Michael.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Michael asks, sitting up.
"N-nothing, I just.." Luke takes a shaky breath. He wants to tell Michael about his social anxiety, but he's too worried.
What if he thinks I'm a freak?
What if he doesn't want anything to do with me anymore?
What if-
"Luke?"
Luke looks at Michael but he can't speak because his throat is closing up. It's too late to make an excuse now, he'll know I'm lying.
"I-I want- I need to tell you something."
Michael raises his eyebrows and says,
"Sure, you can tell me anything."
Luke can feel tears threatening to break free and his throat feels tight. There's a short silence as Luke tries to decide how to say it and tries to gather his courage.
"I-I.. just.. I have really bad social anxiety." He chokes out between sobs. Luke feels pathetic for making a big deal out of something so simple.
But it's not really that simple, is it?
What Michael does next surprises Luke. He smiles. Luke starts to panic, thinking that Michael is laughing at him.
"Lucifer, I don't care if you have social anxiety. Everyone has something wrong with them, right? Don't worry about what I think of you, or anyone else for that matter. I think you're great." Michael says, getting up and walking towards Luke. There are still some tears running down Luke's face and his heart is still pounding in his ears but he does something that surprises them both. He hugs Michael. Neither of the boys wanted to admit that the contact sent lightning bolts through their bodies, but there's no denying these butterflies.

~A/N~
Hey guys, I'm really sorry for not updating in 36591749 years. I've been busy doing absolUTELY NOTHING. Haha okay but seriously, the part where Luke is freaking out about telling Michael he has social anxiety actually happened to me except I was trying to tell my mom that I am 99% sure I'm socially anxious (except the hugging part bc ew human contact). It was almost painful to write because I still remember exactly how I felt and it was awful bc I terrified for no damn reason xD ah, the things I do for you guys. Lol. Btw omg there's over 700 reads on this piece of poop EEK.
Anywho,
Have a lovely weekend! Toodles.