Gay OneShots/Fanfictions

Basically i didn't have WiFi for a weekend and I wrote a ton of (albeit unfinished) gay fanfictions/ one shots. And these are copied straight from my computer so I apologize for the unfinished stuff. [There will be 5SOS, Septiplier, Phan, Natepat, and I might take requests if you ask nicely] [also I have like descriptions for the first few bear with me okay?]

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4. Four - MUKE (5SOS) PART TWO

same one vv eheh this is my favorite so far out of everything I wrote this weekend

 

Part Two:

 

    Michael walked out of the bathroom, clenching the sleeves of his sweater in his sweaty palms.

    “Luke?” Michael called, stepping into the kitchen, where his phone lay on the counter, alight with messages.

    Michael tensed as he picked it up, bracing himself for a torrent of crude tweets, ready to taunt him once again.

    But it was only glowing with a single text message.

    You hurt Luke's feelings pretty badly. You need to go and talk to him. -A.

    Michael sighed. “Luke?” He called again, stepping towards the bedrooms.

    Nothing.

    He softly knocked on Luke's bedroom door. “Luke? Are you in there?”

    Silence.

    Michael opened the door. Luke was sitting on his bed, headphones over his ears.

    “Luke?” Michael repeated, laying a covered hand on Luke's shoulder.

    Luke jumped. “What do you want?” He snarled. His eyes filled with venom as he stared at Michael, his shoulders tense. His headphones slipped off his ears and fell around his neck, and Michael could just hear the loud music blasting from them.

    “Where are Ash and Cal?” Michael cursed himself as the words fell out of his mouth. I'm sorry, Luke, is what he had wanted to say.

    Luke sagged back onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He shrugged. “Dunno,” he said. “Out.” Luke closed his eyes, pushing his headphones back over his ears.

    “Oh.” Michael said softly. Quietly, he sat down on the bed, the bedsprings creaking slightly under his weight.

    Luke opened one eye. “Is that it?” He said, his voice hardening slightly.

    Michael sighed. “No.” Michael fell back so that he lay on the bed next to Luke, staring up at the ceiling. “I wanted to apologize for yelling at you when I was in the bathroom.”

    Luke gave a mirthless laugh. “Well, I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have pushed you so hard.”

    “You don't have to apologize.” Michael replied. “It was... it was all me.”

    Luke pushed his shoulder. “What're you talking about? It was my fault.”

    Michael turned so his back faced Luke, his forehead creased.

    “Hey,” Luke said, grabbing Michael's shoulder. “Let's not fight about who's more sorry.”

    Luke pushed Michael so that he fell back onto his back. Luke towered over him from when he had grabbed Michael's shoulder. “Alright?” Luke was smirking slightly as he leaned over Michael.

    “Alright.” Michael pushed himself up a little bit so that he leaned on his hands.

    “Now, the real question. Are you sure you're alright? Because-” Michael started to interrupt, but Luke cut him off. “Because you know you can talk to any of us right? I mean, if you're not doing okay, we can help you. We're your friends.” He said, his voice catching slightly on the last word.”

    “I'm fine, I swear.” Michael said forcefully, a small bit of color rising in his cheeks.

    Luke leaned in close to Michael's face, his nose an inch away from Michael's. “Liar,” he growled. His hands snapped around Michael's and started to push up Michael's sleeves.

    “What're you doing?” Michael yelled, flinching harshly. His head smacked against the wall as he jerked himself away from Luke. “Get off me!”

    “No!” Luke yelled, wrestling Michael back down onto the bed. “If you were really fine, you wouldn't be afraid of this.

    “I said GET OFF!” Michael roared, pushing up with all his strength. Luke stumbled back, keeping his hands locked to Michael's. Michael's eyes widened as the sleeves pushed up an inch, the tips of the bandages beginning to show. He began flailing against Luke's grasp, wrenching one of his hands free. Just as his free hand pushed down his sleeve, Luke grabbed his hand back.

    “Stop this!” Luke yelled, knocking Michael's legs out from under him and pushing him onto the bed. Luke pinned Michael to the bed, pressing his hands above his head.

    The door creaked open. Luke whipped his head around, keeping most of his attention on keeping Michael's wriggling body still.

    “Well.” Calum said, staring at the two sweaty boys on the bed. “When Ashton told you to make up, I don't think he had this is mind.”

    “Wait- I don't-” Luke turned back for a second, readjusting himself so that Michael couldn't escape.

    “Well, I won't judge.” Calum said. “Use protection, you two.” He closed the door.

    “Calum!” Michael screamed, his face nearly as red as his faded hair.

    Luke moved so that he held both of Michael's hands with only one of his. “Now, I'm going to see what's going on,” he said, his face close to Michael's ear. “and I'm going to-”

    “Fine.” Michael's body went limp. He let out a long breath. “I don't care anymore. You've got me here. There's nothing I can do.” His voice cracked. “You want to find out so badly. Go on. Whatever. Seems I've got nothing to hide anymore.” Tears welled in his eyes and trailed down his sweaty face.

    When Luke didn't move, Michael started to squirm slightly. “Well?” What are you waiting for?” he yelled. “Go on. Do it! See what a-” his voice broke off, and his face turned towards the wall.

    Luke exhaled, and pushed down both of Michael's sleeves with one fluid motion. Michael started to cry, convulsing as his sobs shook his body.

    “Oh God.” Luke whispered, staring at the interlacing of scars and fresh cuts that marred Michael's arms. “Michael, this is-”

    “I know.” Michael said flatly.

    Luke's hands closed softly around Michael's wrists. He slipped off Michael and knelt on the side of the bed, his face facing Michael's turned head. “Michael?”

    “What?” Michael said.

    Luke turned Michael to face him. “Why?”

    Michael laughed bitterly. “Why? Well, for starters, I'm ugly as-”

    “No.” Luke said. “Whoever told you that you were ugly- well, they're just wrong.”

    Michael huffed, but he turned his head towards Luke slightly, just so Luke could see the beginning of his blue eyes.

    “Besides,” Luke continued, stroking Michael's scars with his thumbs. “Not everyone sees beauty the same way. One person's ugly might be another person's... beautiful.”

    Michael turned his head a little bit more, and he could see Luke's flushed cheeks. “Beautiful?”

    Luke's cheeks colored a darker pink. “W-well.”

    Michael sighed and turned back towards the wall, shaking his head. “Don't tell the others about this, okay?”

    “B-but!”

    “I don't want them to worry,” Michael said, his words muffled slightly.

    Luke slumped onto the bed, the top of his head touching the back of Michael's. “Okay,” he said into the bedsheets.

    Michael turned his head completely, so that his nose pressed against Luke's hair. “Thank you,” he whispered.  

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