summary: okay, maybe falling in love with a fuck buddy isn’t a good idea, but michael does it anyway.
word count: 2,001
warnings: smut. really BAD smut. this is my first time doing it so it just feels awkward to me i dont know uhhhh
There’s something about the way his skin encompasses yours as you both lose yourself in your rendezvous. When he’s kissing down your neck and his hands are gripping at your waist and you’re certain you’re going to get bruises, you’re still so lost in him and it’s clear that he’s driving you crazy.
Not to sound dramatic, but you dropped your phone. The shock had come over you like a tsunami that destroyed everything in its wake.
“Hello?” your phone spoke on the rug beneath your feet, “Y/N? You there?”
“Y-Yeah…” you gasped, even though you knew he couldn’t hear you. You slowly bent down to the rug and grabbed your phone, picking it up with shaking hands, you leaned into the device.
“Y/N, why would I lie about something this serious? He’s a wreck, he needs help.”
“Well then get him help; he’s not my business anymore.”
“He needs you.”
“I’m hanging up–”
“No!” Michael raised his voice, then softened it, “No. Just let me show you him.”
You hesitated, fully intent on saying no, but you succumbed to the temptation, Luke was your apple in your whimsical, hard, and beautiful edenic relationship. You couldn’t help but to give in. You nodded your head to no one, ended the call, and FaceTimed Michael.
Michael watched as his friend lay in his own bodily fluids, surrounded by various empty bottles of alcohol. Luke had thrown himself into routine: wake up with a hangover, go to the studio, go to the bar, come crying drunk to Michael.
“Luke?” Michael asked to breathing body. Luke didn’t move, he groaned and let out a hiccup.
Michael’s phone started buzzing in his hand.
FaceTime Call From Y/NY/NY/NY/NY/NY/NY/NY/N
“Mike?” your face came up on the screen. Worry creased your brow. Michael turned the camera so that it was now on Luke. You gasped.
“Michael, where the fuck are you?”
You burst through Michael’s apartment door, and ran straight to the body on the floor.
“Luke?” you asked, as you pet his blonde locks, trying to get him to move.
Finally his lips separated and breathed out a sigh, “My angel… I knew you’d come to me.” He smiled and you, and you couldn’t seem to help the smile creeping onto your face.
“Luke… we’re not together anymore…” You held his cheek, and watched his face drop as he let out a heart wrenching sob.
“There is no one else… There is no one else… There is no one else…” he kept mumbling on repeat, trying to grab for you.
“Luke– I don’t know what to do… what do you need? Just stop crying!”
Luke looked at you, his big blue eyes peering into your soul. “My love, my love, come back to me…”
GUESS WHO HAS SPRING BREAK AND CAN WRITE AS MUCH AS SHE CAN