michael langdon imagines 𖤐

13.

"What do you mean? I just came by to check in with Michael."

Ben sighed before taking you into his office.

"It's Michael. Recently, his powers have become a lot worse than I anticipated. Yesterday, he threw me across the room. He apologized for it and said he didn't mean to do it. He's been up in his room all day. Won't come out. I heard some things being thrown."

"Let me talk to him-"

"No, Y/N. He'll hurt you."

You narrowed your eyebrows, displaying a look of disgust.

"No. Michael wouldn't do that. And even if he did, he definitely wouldn't do it on purpose." you retort before storming out of his office and marching up the stairs.

Making it to Michael's room, you took a moment before knocking on the door.

"Michael?" you gently whispered, your knuckles still against the door. "Can I come in?"

A moment of silence went by. Suddenly, the door flew open. Michael was laying on his bed, facing the wall. You entered the disheveled room. Books and stationery items were thrown across the floor. Slowly, you made your way in. Making your way to the bed, you slipped your shoes off before crawling onto the bed. You wrapped your arms around Michael, nestling your head in his neck.

"Michael? Can we talk?" you softly whispered. Michael smiled, feeling overwhelmed by your presence, touch, and voice. Suddenly, he felt a coil in his stomach beginning to turn. Against his will, the rage made its way back to him.

Michael kitted his eyebrows as his nostrils flared. In a quick motion, he turned around. Hovering over you, Michael took ahold of your throat, squeezing as hard as he can. Your eyes flew open as your hands began clawing at his. Your legs flailed as you tried to get him off of you. Eyes beginning to water, you started peeling the skin off of his hands with your nails.

"M-Michael-" you all but managed to get out.

"What do you want? Why do continue to return, knowing the monster that I am?" Michael said. You continued to claw at his hands, your breath hitching in the back of your throat.

"Because- you're not a monster Michael." you choked out. His grip began to loosen as his face softened. You raised your knee, kicking him in the groin. Michael flew off of you, placing his hands between his thighs. You crawled out of his bed, holding your throat and coughing.

Trying to catch your breath, Michael looked back at you as tears began streaming down his face.

"Y/N?" he whispered. You looked up at him, holding onto your burning throat. He carefully made his way over to you, being careful with how close he gets to you. "I'm sorry..." he said through his choked cries. You began feeling your own tears slipping out.

"It's okay. It's okay Michael," you whispered, voice barely leaving your throat.

"I didn't mean to. I don't why I keep doing what I'm doing. I'm so sorry." Michael sobbed. You pulled him into your embrace.

"It's okay. I know. You didn't mean to."

//

You lied, snuggled up on Michael's chest. Taking his hand in yours, you noticed the scratches you left behind earlier.

"I'm sorry," you mumbled out, throat still sore. Michael looked down at his hand.

"Don't apologize. I deserved it. I deserve worse." he replied. You looked up at him before sitting up.

"No, you don't. You deserve better," you said. Picking up his hand, you placed kisses on each scratch. Michael grimaced at the stinging pain but allowed you to continue giving him kisses.

"If you leave and never come back, I'll understand. Everyone leaves. I don't blame them." he said. You tilted your head and held his face in your hand.

"I'm not everyone," you replied. Michael smiled, turning his head to place a kiss on your hand.

"I really am sorry. I can never forgive myself for that. And I never will. I promise I will try to control whatever this is." he said, a single tear trailing down his cheek. You quickly wiped it away.

"And I'll be here. Every step of the way. I'll help you control it. And I'm never leaving. You got that?" you affirmed him in a stern voice while holding his face. Michael chuckled at your serious tone before nodding. You lied back down, arm wrapped around Michael's chest.

"I love you so much," Michael whispered to you.

"I love you too," you whispered back, feeling yourself drift off.

Within minutes, you were sound asleep in Michael's embrace, knowing there wasn't any place better.