5sos Blurb Book #4

157. muke

for moshpitdads  feel better love xx

punk michael hated bruises
reminded him of when he was little for reasons he never talks about.
and when coming home to a small blonde boy crying violently about his ankle, michael almost cried himself
'hey hey, hey there kitten.' he whispered, making him curl into his lap and cry into his shirt 'what happened?'
'm-my ankle..' he sobbed and michael frowned.

the thing about luke was that he acted stronger than he was — when tripping and twisting his ankle and falling — he giggled he was okay with a small smile and got up, continuing his day with as normal as possible and hiding his limp
but once he got home from his job in the hospital he broke into tears, hugging his foot and sniffling
and quickly texting michael one of the sweetest texts in a time like this,
then he wrapped it properly and took some painkillers — but the pain stayed really fucking alive.
and michael was checking his phone at the tattoo parlor, when he gets a text from 'baby doll' and smiles
'hi, um, don't mean to bother you, i'm just saying that i hurt my ankle so i won't be making dinner, sorry, love you xx'
and michael frowned because he hurt his ankle but he's worrying about making fucking dinner,
so he packed up early and headed to the store before home.

and now they were here
'what happened to your ankle baby?' he hummed, kissing his hair 'what happened?'
he'd kill anyone that hurt his baby
'i-i tripped and twisted it and it just hurts so bad.' he sobbed, burying in his neck and michael hummed
'let's go get it checked doll--'
'no.'
'excuse me?'
luke sniffled ''cause i don't wanna miss work because i know it's sprained--'
'too bad.' and with a small chuckle he picked him up and ignored the hits on his chest as he carried him to the car and slid him into the passenger seat
'no!! michael!! stop!! you're an asshole!!'
michael shrugged 'you are what you eat.'
luke was real quiet after that and michael smirked at his red cheeks.

'it's sprained.'
'but not that sprained, right?'
'mr hemmings, it's sprained.'
luke pouted and slumped when he walked outand michael smiled wide and stood
'looks like i'll be taking care of you.' he kissed his nose and luke pouted 'why're you so upset?' he mumbled against his lips and luke kissed him quickly and shrugged
''cause you'll have to miss work — bc i knew that you'd wanna take care of me.'
michael smiled 'can you blame me? you're awfully cute.'
luke blushed and shook his head 'weirdo.'
'oh really?' michael dug his fingers into his ribs and luke started squealing.

at least with these kind of bruises, michael had the enjoyment of taking care of him.