If requests are still open can I ask for 1 or/ and 15 for Michael from hss ? I like your work, thanks 😊
Angst: “Give me a chance.”
Michael stands in front of MC, his eyes downcast at the floor. He swallows the lump in his throat, suddenly feeling dry. He picks his fingernail against his jeans before looking up and meeting MC’s tearful eyes.
“Michael…” MC whispers softly, their hand reaching out to touch his arm, he instantly recoils from their touch. Shoving his hands deep into the pocket of his jeans.
“I––Can’t.” He shakes his head with a shaky breath.
“Please, Michael.” MC reaches out again taking his hand into their own holding it, rubbing their thumb softly against his knuckles. “You don’t have to push me away because you’re scared.”
“I’m not scared, MC,” Michael growls.
“Then what is it? What is keeping you from me?” MC asked, desperation filling their voice as they hold his hands tighter, letting a single tear roll down their cheek. “You can’t just give up now, after everything we been through? How could you just give up?”
“I’m not giving up on you MC.” Michael protests, taking a step closer to them. “I won’t give up on you, I just can’t be with you.”
“I’m not going to hurt you like everyone else Michael. I love you.” MC mutters, biting down on their lower lip to stop themselves from crying. “Give me a chance, Michael.”
“I––” he’s cut off by the sound of a bang, as his eyes widen.
Angst: “Don’t die on me––please.”
“Michael?” MC asks, as he stands shocked for a moment before his legs give out sending him crashing to the floor pulling MC down with him. They loud with a loud thud, as another set of pops ring out in the distance. “Michael, you’re bleeding.”
“Don’t worry about me.” He mutters, clutching his side, to hide the wound from MC. MC pushes his hand aside finding the blood pooling out of his body, instantly applying pressure to the wound.
“Michael, what do I do?” MC asks, holding back the tears forming in his eyes, “What do I do?” MC asks again to no one, in particular, looking at the color draining from his face. “Jesus christ, Michael talk to me. Don’t let go now, I need you.”
“MC, it hurts..” Michael breathed heavily.
“I know.” MC nods, looking around the library, they instantly notice their backpack and think back to shows and movies they seen, cover the wound with cloth and hold it to reduce the bleeding. MC grabs Michael’s hands pushing it against his blood soaked t-shirt, “Michael I need you to hold pressure.” MC jogs over to their backpack pulling their sweater out of the bag and ripping off the sleeve jogging back to where Michael laid dropping down beside them. “This Is to The Crown and The Flame for me to handle.”
Michael smirks weakly at MC. “Yeah, you’re a real Dom. A baddie.”
MC laughs applying the sleeve of the sweater to Michael’s body. “You’re an idiot.”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t stop you from wanting me.” Michael starts to laugh, but ends in a coughing fit casuin MC to wince at how much pain he looks to be in. “I’m…I’m…”
“Michael, hey, stay with me.” MC breathes, leaning over him again looking down into his eyes that are slowly starting to roll back. “MICHAEL?!” MC pushes on his chest leaning their head down to his chest hearing the soft thud of his heartbeat “MICHAEL WAKE UP! Michael, please wake up right this instant.” MC begs wiping their cheek on their shoulder, pushing down on the wound more to stop the blood from spilling over.
“Don’t die on me––please.” MC cried, leaning down to meet his glossy eyes. “Don’t die on me, Michael, I swear to god,” MC mutters, resting their ear back on Michael’s chest, the soft thud almost nonexistent at this point, trying to catch their breath tears spilling out of their eyes. “HELP! SOMEBODY HELP US! MY BOYFRIEND IS GOING TO DIE! HELP!”
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