The buildings popped and sparked, crackled and fizzed. A thousand fireworks erupting in concert. Hastur watched his handiwork, the shadows wrapped around him like an embrace, licking at the soles of barely manifested feet. His true-form writhed beneath the surface of bubbling skin as he stood too close to the flames. It was agony. It was glorious.
The hospital burned around him, an unholy halo of destruction.
WHAT THE FUCK THIS IS SO COOL. lIKE AMAZING IM STUNNED
Its so...FUCKING cool getting to see people differeent takes on something I made, you went a more animalistic route then what I had in mind and that's fucking COOL. You also had the same image I did of the head hanging off the neck by the chain just. Dangling there. I think thats SUCH a cool visual.
For @prompt-master (Who honestly is so amazing and so perfect!)
Ever since the play, Jeremy and Michael have found that they have grown in popularity, so neither were all that surprised when they got invited to Chloe’s annual Christmas Bash.
When the day of the party rolls around, Michael is shocked to get a text from Jeremy asking “can we skip?”
Michael thumbs out a quick reply consisting of multiple question marks, and Jeremy texts back almost instantly with “just not really feeling it”.
Frowning, Michael wracks his brain for possible reasons behind Jeremy’s sudden disinterest, and he texts back the one that keeps popping up the most: the SQUIP.
There’s a three-minute pause before Jeremy replies with “what? No! Nvm. Just pick me up at 8.”
Michael’s not too happy with the reply, but he opts not to press for further information. He trusts that Jeremy will come to him if need be.
*****
Michael sways with the loud music as he leads Jeremy through the crowd with a beer cup in one hand. He’s not a party person by any means, but every now and then, he likes this nice change of pace where people look at him and actually see him verses scowling at his presence.
Many people stop to talk with them as they maneuver around sweaty bodies with no real destination in mind. When Michael suddenly feels a weak tug at his jacket sleeve, he spins around and stumbles back to find Jeremy right in front of his face.
“Jesus, Jeremy,” Michael breathes out through a light laugh. He takes in Jeremy’s flushed cheeks and sweat-soaked skin with an arched brow. “You may want to lay off of the booze some,” he adds, snatching the red cup that’s filled to the brim with beer from Jeremy’s trembling hand. He passes it to some girl from his History class who walks by the two.
Turning forward, Michael begins bobbing his head to the music and walking against the crowd once more, but he freezes when he feels hot breath brush against his ear.
“Can we go somewhere quiet?”
Jeremy’s voice is a shaky whisper in his ear, and he can’t keep his heart from pounding rapidly against his chest as he shudders with a teasing smile. Nodding, he laces his fingers with Jeremy’s and begins pulling his friend up the stairs and down the hallway.
There’s an empty bedroom at the end of the hall, and Michael pulls Jeremy in before kicking the door closed with his foot. He steps forward with his back to Jeremy as he tries to get his breathing under control. He doesn’t know why he’s so nervous; it’s just Jeremy, but he can’t shake the feeling that something is happening.
“So,” Michael starts, drawing out the word. “What’s-”
His words are interrupted by a loud thump, and he sharply turns around to see Jeremy sprawled out motionless across the floor.
“J-Jeremy?” For a moment, Michael can’t move. His mind flashes back to the play, to the endless days of watching Jeremy lie lifelessly in a hospital bed. His breath catches in his throat just as reality crashes back like a brick to the face, and he drops to his knees beside his friend.
“Jeremy,” he tries, shaking his friend. “What’s wrong?” He shakes Jeremy once more, but the latter doesn’t stir.
A spike of panic shoots through his veins when he cups Jeremy’s cheek and finds his face burning to the touch. Sick, Michael tells himself. Jeremy’s sick.
Worry mixes with panic in the form of a hot flare that spreads across Michael’s chest as he gets to his feet. He sucks in sharp, ragged breaths that fight against his racing heart. He glances around the room for something, anything that can help Jeremy, but everything is swimming in and out of focus.
He swallows a lump in his throat and finds his mouth is incredibly dry and hot. No. He’s hot. His whole body is hot, but he’s shaking. He can’t stop shaking. He holds his trembling hands in front of his welling eyes and looks with furrowed brows.
It’s the SQUIP, he tells himself. It has to be. His knees buckle, and he flops down onto the edge of the bed. His stomach is churning, but he can’t breathe through the nausea because he. Can’t. Breathe.
His lungs are burning, desperate for air, but he can’t get a solid breath in. His vision is growing dark, and his heart is pounding so loud in his ears that he fails to hear the door open.
“What the hell is wrong with Jeremy?”
Michael tenses at the voice, and he snaps his head to see Rich staring at Jeremy. He blinks against the dark spots dancing across his vision just as Rich crouches down to try and wake Jeremy.
“Yo, Jeremy?”
Michael watches as Rich smacks Jeremy’s cheek, only to jerk his hand away with a low whistle.
“Damn. He’s a fucking furnace. Did you know he was- Michael?”
Michael shakes his head and clutches at his throat with one hand. He really can’t breathe, and his mind is growing fuzzy as quickly as the room is growing dim.
“Shit, Michael. What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“I-” Michael tries, and then everything goes black.
*****
“-ael? Michael!”
Michael startles awake, and his eyes instantly grow wide at Jeremy’s flushed face hovering over him.
“Jeremy?!” Michael shoots upward just as Jeremy turns away to cough harshly into the crook of his elbow.
“Yeah,” Jeremy manages between coughs. “Are you-”
Before Jeremy can finish his words, Michael throws himself on Jeremy, pulling Jeremy tightly to his chest as tears spill from his eyes.
“You’re okay?” He asks, voice frantic. “You’re not dying? The SQUIP isn’t back?”
Jeremy shakes his head and does his best to not cough on Michael. “No, I’m okay.” He coughs again, harder this time. “Well I’m not, but I will be with rest.”
Michael pulls away but keeps his hands clamped down on Jeremy’s shoulders. “What happened? You were passed out, and I can’t remember anything after that.”
Jeremy frowns at this. “Rich slapped me until I woke up. He told me he couldn’t get you to wake up. Have you been having panic attacks again?”
“I… No,” Michael says, but Jeremy shoots him an unyielding look. “Maybe some. Here and there. They aren’t too bad.”
“You passed out!”
“Because you passed out!”
“You two are a fucking mess.”
Michael and Jeremy look to see Rich leaning in the doorway with an arched brow.
“Go home. Both of you. Christ.” With that, Rich turns and starts down the hallway.
“I can call my dad,” Jeremy starts with a cough, but Michael cuts him off with a shake of the head.
“No, it’s okay. I can drive. I’m okay.” Michael gets to his feet then helps Jeremy up. When Jeremy begins to sway, Michael grabs his arm. “Can you make it to my car?”
“I think so,” Jeremy answers, and Michael frowns at Jeremy’s sudden, persistent shivering.
He sheds his jacket and pushes up on his toes to drape it across Jeremy’s shoulders before wrapping one arm tightly around Jeremy’s waist. “Okay, you ready?”
Jeremy pulls Michael’s jacket tighter around him and nods. “Yeah.”
Michael still feels a little shaky and horribly embarrassed, but he pushes all his focus on getting Jeremy home and in bed for some much needed rest.
PM oh lol I've actually? Sent in a bunch of headcanons but I was too nervous to sign it. I can send more tho! -Michale is that friend that randomly jumps on your back and to this day it still frightens Jeremy half to death -Jeremy's voice crack never goes away - Jeremy does this thing where he leans his ear against Michaels headphones to know what he's listening to -Michale sucks at admitting his anxiety and is a huge suffer in silence man - they never erase the boyf riends thing
JEREMY PRESSING HIS EAR TO MICHAEL’S HEADPHONE TO HEAR WHAT HE’S LISTENING TO! YESSSSS! I LOVE IT! I love all of them! I love all of your headcanons! You don’t have to be nervous to sign them!
Whump headcanon: that for whatever situation Jeremy would have a hard time breathing he'd mention that his hands felt fuzzy, almost in shock. And Michale having had panic attacks instantly knows he's not getting enough oxygen. PM <3!
So, like, just the idea that Jeremy has shit lungs?? (to accompany his shit immune system??) I am 100% down for this!!
PM, sorry for flooding you with so many requests but you're like my fav writer and I love BMC...I can come up with a michale one too since I think you prefer michale whump?? But the boys at a party and Jeremy is sick with a hella high fever, but michale thinks the flush is alcohol. When Jeremy passes out Michael has a straight up panic attack.
No omg let me tell you PM that I want to whump Michael and Jeremy equally! I’m catching onto a trend that Michael is going to be the main whumpee and that’s fine! But, I’m also 100 percent down to whump Jeremy (that was a part of the reason why I was so excited when you sent the prompt of Jeremy drinking the mtn dew and then passing out).
