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Cin’s Boyf Riends Fic Masterpost
I don’t know how active this fandom is anymore but I figured I’d put all my stuff in one place in case someone wants to read them during the quarantine. Sadly I’ve not written anything new since 2017, but I figure its been a couple years so maybe they’ll be new to someone!
Putting it all under a cut because there’s 35 fics. (Alternately, my writing tag)
Series
Two Gays and a Baby
Don’t You Ever Fear, I’m Always Near- 10.407 Teen
“You would deny the father of your child some innocent hand holding?” Michael asked, faux shocked, as he laced his fingers through Jeremy’s. “You’re a cruel person, Jeremy Heere.”
(Michael and Jeremy spend a week taking care of an electronic baby doll for their Home Economics class)
Don’t You Ever Fear, I’m Always Heere- 1.983 Teen
Jeremy and Michael get married.
Don’t You Ever Fear, You Are My Dear- 887 Teen
Jeremy and Michael get a real baby.
Glitter In The Air
If I Can Live Through This I Can Do Anything- 1.273 Teen
Jenna Rolan spreads a rumor about Jeremy
If You Just Give Me A Chance You’d See What I See- 1.281 Teen
The group finds out about their relationship
One Shots
It’s Time For Us To Take A Chance- 1.284 Teen
"Is this really how you want to spend your Sunday morning- talking about our feelings and molesting me?"
I Think I Was Meant To Be Next To You- 2.687 Teen
“I really like you. In a “I want to hold your hand and your dick sometimes” kind of way.”
(Michael takes Jeremy to see the sunrise on the beach)
When You Smile At Me You Know Exactly What You Do- 4.295 Teen
“I don’t think I have the stamina for 'all the time' but I’m glad you’re optimistic about our sex life.”
(Jeremy and Michael go to the county fair)
You Were The Song Stuck In My Head- 703 Teen
Jeremy wakes Michael up with a kiss
Do You Got Room For One More Troubled Soul- 4.247 Teen
“Stop. Buying. Things. From. Japan. You. Idiot.”
“You weren’t complaining when I showed you the hentai!” Rich protested, batting away Jake.
(Mistletoe and the squip squad's Christmas party)
Til The Morning Dawn’s Bright- 2.279 Teen
5 times Michael came out to Jeremy and 1 time he didn’t have to
You Are Better Than Butter On Bread- 1.946 Teen
Jeremy walks in on Michael wearing a dress
The Glitter is Gone- 1.283 Teen
Jeremy walks in on Michael decorating his wall with paper butterflies.
Look at This Photograph- 2.592 Teen
Jeremy accidentally incites a contest to get the best picture of Michael
Your Promises, They Look Like Lies- 1.516 Teen
He had been in love with him as a child, and even more so after puberty smacked him upside the head with its baseball bat and made him a ball of raging hormones.
(Jeremy has a list of rules in regards to Michael)
Live Your Life With Arms Wide Open- 1.117 Teen
“Jeremy, you trip when you walk.”
“I do not! Things get in my way.”
Michael snorted. “Yeah. Like the air.”
(Jeremy borrows Jake's hoverboard)
You Are The Treasure That I Seek- 4.051 Teen
It's Valentine's Day and Jeremy has a secret admirer
I’m Thinking About Cats Again- 1.139 Teen
Michael tries to seduce Jeremy by wearing cat ears and a tail. It goes about as well as you'd think
Our Scars Remind Us That The Past Is Real- 750 Teen
Jeremy tells Michael about the squip's abuse
So Here’s To Living Life Miserable- 19.11 Teen
Jeremy has trouble balancing his time between his new friends and Michael
The Ocean Looks Like A Thousand Diamonds Strewn Across A Blue Blanket- 1.666 Teen
Christine sets Michael up on a blind date to the Zooquarium
And In The End I’d Do It All Again- 1.715 Teen
Jeremy and Michael have a picnic on the Fourth of July
Cute, Gay, And Here To Stay!- 1.912 Teen
Jake bets Michael he can't go a week without wearing his hoodie
Until My Heart Explodes- 1.372 Teen
"Why do you only kiss me when I'm sleeping?"
You Move In Circles Hoping No One’s Gonna Find Out- 2.091 Teen
Rich dares Michael to kiss his crush at midnight on New Years Eve
With A Touch Of My Hand I Will Turn Your Life To Gold- 1.477 Teen
Jeremy and Michael go on a double date
I Love Every Kind Of Cat- 1.551 Teen
Michael wakes up having grown cat ears and a tail
Fahr: Manuala- 1.878 Teen
Michael plays a game, Jeremy reads a book.
And It Makes Me Feel So Fine- 1.197 Teen
“P-put your money where your m-mouth is.” he challenged.
“How about I put my mouth where your mouth is?”
I’m The Kind of Human Wreckage That You Love- 1.204 Teen
Jeremy is having a bad day (trans!jeremy)
We Only Want To Have A Good Time- 3.778 Teen *Incomplete
“You don’t need to attack my face with your face.” Jeremy told him, rubbing at where he got poked. “It’s a kiss, not a competition.”
“It is too a competition- and I’m gonna win it!”
(Jeremy asks Michael on a date)
Need You, Hate Me- 1.575 Teen
“Like, y’know, nya.”
(Jeremy and Michael take a walk downtown)
How’d You Get To Be Happiness?- 1.604 Teen
Michael thrust his fist of flowers out to him. “You’re the prettiest person I’ve ever seen!” He blurted out, loudly.
(Michael and Jeremy meet for the first time, kid!fic)
Heritage- 598 Teen
Michael feels out of touch with his ethnicity because he was raised American (vent!fic)
We Need Sweets Every Now And Then- 3.574 Teen
He launched himself onto his friend with a squeal, knocking Jeremy backwards with a soft thump. “You made it!” He shouted into his friend’s chest, hugging him.
Jeremy giggled under him, hugging him back just as fiercely. “I said I was gonna!” He told him.
(Michael and Jeremy go trick or trick or treating, kid!fic)
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I hope you enjoy!
#bmc#be more chill#be more chill musical#boyf riends#meremy hell#acindraquill#be more queer#sorry if you already saw this#i had to repost#i tried to add something to the original post#and fucked up the formatting#cuz i'm an idiot
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Hello! You said we could plug our fics so heere I am. If you like kidfics I wrote one about the boyfs, it's called How'd You Get To Be Happiness? and is in my writing tag (acindraquill) or on my ao3 (acindra)
HI OKAY FIRST OF ALL i just wanna say i Love ur fics and back in like june when i was checking the boyfs tag on ao3 every single day i was always so happy to see ur name pop up kfdjghdlgalsfjk
my favs r the county fair one (ive reread it,,, so many times), the one where jeremy makes the List of Rules and also!! michael picture contest!!! fuck this is making me wanna reread them all rip
YES i will abs read ur newest tbh i have to like,, catch up on so many so like dont be alarmed if u have a flood of emails w me yelling abt ur fics
thank u for the message!!!!!!! have a lovely night/morning!!!
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We Need Sweets Every Now And Then
Pairing: Jeremy Heere/Michael Mell
Words: 3.574
Summary: He launched himself onto his friend with a squeal, knocking Jeremy backwards with a soft thump. “You made it!” He shouted into his friend’s chest, hugging him.
Jeremy giggled under him, hugging him back just as fiercely. “I said I was gonna!” He told him.
(Michael and Jeremy go trick or trick or treating)
Read on AO3 or under the cut
Michael's mothers are named Tori and Angela, after @mrslovelypears and her wife.
I based the boys' costumes on this cosplay
The doorbell rang and Michael quickly flipped up his hood, breaking away from his mother.
“Michael! I wasn’t done!” She reprimanded, as he bolted towards the stairs.
“But mom, Jeremy is here!”
“Don’t you want him to see your costume completed?” She reasoned, brandishing the blue wig pointedly.
Michael paused, halfway up the basement stairs. He sighed, looking at the door, before hopping back down the stairs and coming back over to her.
“Don’t worry, dear, it’ll only take a minute.” She reassured him, tugging his hood back down.
“Okay.” He tried to hold as still as possible as she fit the wig over his hair.
After a minute of pushing bobby pins in, she pulled up his hood and adjusted the fringe so that it spiked upwards. She tilted her head, turning Michael to the side a little and altering the hair a little before she finally nodded to herself. “Alright, I’m all done.”
“Yay!” Michael jumped in place a couple times before running back to the stairs. He paused before he got there and turned around, running back to his mom. He threw his arms around her and kissed her cheek. “Thanks, mommy! I love you!”
“Love you, too, sweetie.”
He bounced his way back to the stairs and scrambled up them, pulling the door open and flinging himself into the hallway. He slammed against the opposite wall, like he did every time he attempted this maneuver, but made his way down the hall unperturbed.
“Michael!” His mom reprimanded from the basement, but he ignored her.
Michael burst into the living room to find Jeremy sitting on the couch, kicking his legs about and drinking a strawberry juice juicebox. He launched himself onto his friend with a squeal, knocking Jeremy backwards with a soft thump. “You made it!” He shouted into his friend’s chest, hugging him.
Jeremy giggled under him, hugging him back just as fiercely. “I said I was gonna!” He told him.
Michael relinquished his hold on him and slid off the couch.
Jeremy popped back up into a sitting position and offered the juicebox to him. “Want some?”
Michael leaned in really close and took a sip from the straw. “Thanks!” he said, beaming around the straw.
“Don’t drink it all, though!” Jeremy told him, and he obediently pulled away.
“I wouldn’t!” Michael swore. “It’s strawberry! That’s your favorite! I wouldn’t drink all of your favorite!”
Jeremy mumbled something, then turned bright red and shrunk back into the couch.
“What didja say?” Michael leaned closer.
“I said you’re my favorite.”
Michael blinked. Then he tackled-hugged Jeremy into the couch again, screaming, “You’re my favorite, too!”
Jeremy hugged him back again, but the hug persisted. “Leggo of meee.” He whined into Michael’s shoulder.
Michael shook his head.
“I’mma sneeze on your wig.” Jeremy threatened, though it was more of a predicted future because Michael’s wig was tickling his nose.
Michael heaved a big sigh and pulled away.
Jeremy scooted back to the edge of the couch and tweaked at Michael’s hair. “It really does look spikey!” He told him approvingly.
“Yeah! Mom worked super hard on it! I like yours, too!” He carefully brushed the floppy yellow hair out of Jeremy’s eyes.
Jeremy lit up. “You should see my tails!” He jumped down and whirled around so he could stick his butt out.
Michael “Ooh”ed appropriately, lifting up one of the tails and poking Jeremy with the tip.
Jeremy squirmed away. “Don’t! You’ll crush it!” He reprimanded, snatching the tail away from him.
“Nuh uh! It’s just…” he struggled to find the right word, “clothes-stuff. Like stuffed animals. You just gotta poke it a bit and it’ll be back to normal.” He demonstrated by reaching out and squishing the fabric back into a pointy shape.
Jeremy was still frowning but nodded. “I just don’t want it to break.”
“Oh. I’m sorry! I won’t mess with it then.”
Michael’s mom strode in from the kitchen, carrying a pumpkin themed backpack and two black bags, one shaped like a cat head and the other shaped like a bat. “You ready to go, kiddos?”
“Yeah!” Michael shouted, jumping in place and waving his arms excitedly.
Jeremy nodded, bouncing a little as he watched Michael.
“Alright. Michael let’s get your shoes on.” She ushered them over to the front door, their shoes scattered next to it.
Michael flopped down onto the ground and shoved his feet into a pair of bright red shoes. He picked up the laces and tried to tie them together. After a minute or so of him muttering about a bunny and sticking his tongue out of the corner of his mouth while he was concentrating, he sighed and rolled himself up onto his feet again.
“Would you like me to help you tie your shoes?” His mom asked, kneeling down next to him.
“Yes, please.”
“Did you remember the song?”
“Uh-huh.”
She smiled as she gathered the laces of his shoes. “Sing it with me while I tie them, ok?”
“Ok! Over, under, around, and through. Meet Mr. Bunny Rabbit, pull and through!” He recited as she tied his shoe.
“Very good! Now this one.”
He repeated the rhyme as she tied his other shoe.
“Good job!” She turned to Jeremy. “Jeremy, do you want help to velcro your shoes?”
Jeremy nodded.
“Ooh can I help?” Michael asked, scooting aside so Jeremy could grab his shoes.
Jeremy teetered as he shoved his feet into his shoes while standing but Michael caught his shoulder so he wouldn’t fall over.
Once he was sure Jeremy was stable again, Michael bent down and carefully pulled the velcro straps shut. “Issat too tight?”
“Nah. ‘s good.” Jeremy smiled at him and he smiled back.
“Oh good I caught you in time.” Michael’s mom said, appearing from the hallway.
“Did I forget something?” His mom asked, looking over the children and the bags in her grasp.
Michael’s mom smiled softly. “Yes.” She walked up to her and kissed her on the lips.
“Ah, yes. Very important. How could I forget that?” She remarked, smirking.
Michael’s mom leaned down and placed a kiss on Michael’s forehead and Jeremy’s hair. “Have fun, you three! Be good, kids.”
“You know you could always come with us.”
“Someone has to hand out candy to the others.” She reminded her. “And it means I get to see all of the cool costumes!”
“And eat all the candy you want!” Jeremy burst out, nodding, then blushing when everyone turned to look at him in surprise.
Michael’s mom laughed. “Yes, there is that, as well.”
Michael shook his head. “Mommy wouldn’t do that. She’s an angel! It’s even her name.” He told Jeremy, confidently.
The adults laughed.
“You’re close, kiddo, but my name is Angela.”
Michael shook his head. “Nuh uh.”
“Uh huh.”
“But mommy always calls you angel!”
“Because she is my angel. It’s a term of endearment.”
“But she’s not a deer. She’s a mom.” Jeremy pointed out.
The adults laughed again.
“An endearment is a word you use to express your love. I call her angel because I love her and she is my angel.”
Jeremy nodded, thoughtfully. “I should call you somethin.” He told Michael.
Michael scrunched up his face. “Jus not Mikey, ok? Only mommy calls me that.”
Jeremy nodded again. “Its gotta be colorful.” He muttered, looking around.
“Ooh. I’ll call you somethin, too!” Michael told him. “But I dunno what.”
“You can think about it as we walk, ok? You guys still want to trick-or-treat, right?” Michael’s mom asked, handing the bags she was holding to Michael so she could put on her own shoes.
“Yeah!” They chorused.
Michael looked at the bags critically then gave over the bat one to Jeremy. “Cuz Tails can fly.” He explained. “Maybe I should call you my chaos emerald!”
Jeremy flapped the bag’s wings a couple times. “I think that’s too long.”
“Hmm.”
“Have fun kids!” Michael’s mom told them, opening the door for them.
The boys had made it down the porch steps before they were both distracted by each other’s shoes.
Michael had gasped as soon as he realized. “Your shoes squeak!”
Jeremy’s eyes had lit up and he pointed at Michael’s shoes. “Yours light up!”
“Yeah! So we can see!” He snatched up Jeremy’s hand and led him across the driveway.
Jeremy stumbled a little at first but was soon running after Michael, laughing as his shoes squeaked.
The boys ran around the car in the driveway a couple times, shouting about how cool their shoes were.
Michael’s mom pecked his other mom on the lips before going out to corral them. “It’s getting dark, boys, we’re gonna hold hands so no one gets lost.”
The boys came to a halt in front of her, nearly tumbling over each other.
Jeremy ran in place, still laughing at the squeaks from his shoes, but Michael frowned.
“But mooooom. I’m Sonic! I gotta go fast!” He whined.
“I don’t want to lose you in the dark.” She reiterated.
“I gots light shoes!” He pointed at them. “You can still see me.”
“Well, what about Jeremy? You don’t want to leave him behind, do you?”
“He can come with me!”
“But I won’t be able to see him. Especially if you two get separated.”
Jeremy stopped running and nodded. “Also if there’s a monster we gotsta all fight it.” He told him in the most authoritative voice he could manage. “My daddy said they can be in-inbi-” He paused as he tried to remember the word, “see-through. And really strong at night. But when we’re all together we look like a bigger monster! And then they’ll leave us alone. Or we get to fight it!”
“I wanna fight a monster!”
Michael’s mom sighed.
Jeremy looked between them then announced. “My hands are cold.”
“Do you want to go back in to get gloves?”
He shook his head. “I don’t like gloves.” He grabbed Michael’s hand quickly and dragged him closer to his mom so he could grab hers, as well. “There.” He said, proud of himself for coming up with a good solution.
Michael’s mom tried not to laugh.
“Fiiiine.” Michael whined, but he couldn’t keep his smile down.
As they started down the driveway to the sidewalk, Michael’s mom reflected on how it was a good thing there were not many kids on their street- there weren’t even enough to warrant a playground nearby. Mostly their neighbors were older and retired which meant not many of them participated in Halloween anymore, but the ones who did went all out and doled out candy like it was… well, candy. They wouldn’t have to walk a ridiculous amount to get a good trick-or-treating experience in.
As they neared the driveway to their next door neighbor’s house, Michael look up at his mom. “Mom you gotta wait for us on the sidewalk.”
“Why’s that?”
“Cuz you’re not dressed up! If you go with us we won’t get any candy. And we gotta get candy.” He reasoned.
“Alright, just make sure to be polite when you ring the doorbell or knock- don’t do it too many times, ok? Some people aren’t giving out candy.”
“Okay!” Michael tugged Jeremy up the drive a little until he let go of Michael’s mom’s hand and followed him to the door.
Once they got to the door they stared at it, then glanced at each other.
“You do it.” Jeremy whispered, shrinking back a little.
Michael nodded. He took a deep breath and raised his hand to knock but the door swung open.
The boys shrieked and jumped back from the tall, dark silhouette in the doorway.
“Sorry! Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” The person said, coming into the light. They turned out to be a middle aged woman with a kind smile and grey streaks in her hair. “I was just about to set up my chair out here.” She explained, holding up a small stool.
Michael shook off his fear and brandished his bag in front of him. “Trick or treat!”
Jeremy peeked up at her from behind Michael’s shoulder. “Trick or treat?” He mumbled.
The woman smiled. “Oh, yes! Of course! You both look wonderful are you foxes?” She asked as she set the stool down so she could grab something from her foyer.
“We’re hedgehogs.” Michael informed her. “From Sonic!”
“How wonderful!” She exclaimed, though she did not know what that was. “Here you go!” She said, handing over two containers containing food.
“Chicken?” Jeremy asked, confused, when Michael handed one to him.
“Yes. I figured everyone else is handing out dessert, why shouldn’t I hand out a nice dinner!”
The boys said their thank yous and walked back down the drive to Michael’s mom.
“What do you have there, boys?” She asked.
“Chicken!” They told her.
“What?”
“The lady gave us chickens.” Michael held up his container so she could inspect it.
“What on earth is Celia thinking.” She muttered. “Come on boys, I need to talk to her.”
After a long conversation where the woman- Celia- explained that she worked at a grocery store and there were a lot of rotisserie chickens left over that night and reassured Michael’s mom several times that they were perfectly safe (they were even sealed still) the group found themselves returning home to drop off the chickens.
“Oh! That was fast. Did you forget something?” Angela asked when she opened the door.
“We gots chickens!” Michael told her, holding his container off.
“... I see.” She gave her wife a questioning look.
“It’s a long story. We’re just dropping them off so we can do the rest of the trick or treating.”
Angela took the containers and waved them off.
The second house, thankfully, went much smoother. The old man who answered the door cooed over their costumes and made a joke about not having any rings for them to collect so they’d have to make do with candy, which delighted both boys. He gave them a handful of candy each, which had them singing his praises when they got back to Michael’s mom on the sidewalk.
“And he gave me two things of skittles!” Michael proclaimed.
“Two?” His mom asked.
“Two!” He confirmed, punching the air excitedly.
Jeremy made a questioning noise, peering at Michael curiously.
“Skittles are my favorite candy!” Michael explained. “Cuz they’re so colorful and chewy and fruity!”
Jeremy grinned. “Then I’ll call you skittle!”
“Huh?”
“The- the name thing. The deer name thing.”
“Term of endearment.” Michael’s mom chipped in. “They’re also called pet names.”
“Oh! Ok! I like it.” Michael told him. “I still gotsta think of one for you.” He mumbled as they reached the next driveway.
“C’mon, skittle!” Jeremy let go of Michael’s mom’s hand and pulled him towards the door. In his excitement he forgot his shyness and knocked on the door.
“Oh hello!” The man at the door greeted them.
“Trick or treat!” They chorused.
He gave them some candy. “Do you like pumpkins?”
“Pumpkins?” Michael asked.
“Yeah!” Jeremy nodded quickly.
The man retreated back into his house for a few seconds and returned with two small pumpkins. “Here you go!”
“Thank you!” Michael told him, shoving his pumpkin into his bag.
“Thank you.” Jeremy whispered in awe, staring at the small pumpkin in his hand.
Michael turned away to go back to his mom but ended up being jerked to a halt when Jeremy did not budge. “Jeremy?”
“It’s so tiny.” He whispered, eyes blown wide.
Michael stared at him, heart fluttering much like the first time he had seen him. He shook himself. “You should name it!”
Jeremy nodded. “Punkin.”
“Punkin the pumpkin?”
“Yep.”
“Cool. Let’s go show mom!” He tugged on Jeremy’s arm until he stumbled after him.
“Did you guys get your candy?” Michael’s mom asked as they came up to her.
“Yeah! We also got small pumpkins!” Michael told her.
Jeremy held his pumpkin up. “Punkin.”
“Oh how cute!”
“I love it.” Jeremy told them, stowing it carefully in his bag.
They continued on their way.
The next house they came to that had their porch light on gave out full-sized candy bars which had them jumping around in joy. They gathered more fun-sized candy from the next few houses. They were almost back across from Michael’s house when he tripped over a rock.
“Ah!” Jeremy was startled and almost fell over as well, since they were still holding hands.
“Ooops!” He jumped back up with Jeremy’s help. He let go of Jeremy’s hand and began gathering the candy he had spilled all over the sidewalk in front of them back into his bag.
Jeremy bent down to help as well, but Michael’s mom pulled out a box of bandaids and a tube of neosporin instead.
“Are you hurt anywhere?” She asked, kneeling down next to him.
“I banged my elbow.” He told her, poking his elbow in front of her face.
“Looks like you scraped it. I’m going to put some neosporin on it, ok?”
“Ok.”
She applied the ointment and carefully placed a bandaid over the scrape.
“Who is it?” He asked, trying to angle his elbow so he could see which Transformer was on the bandaid.
“Bumblebee!” Jeremy told him, peering at the bandaid.
Michael’s eyes lit up. “Cool! He’s your favorite, Jeremy!”
“Yeah!”
Michael giggled a little to himself as he had an idea. “Jerebee.” He teased.
Jeremy laughed, as well. “Is that gonna be your name for me?”
Michael hummed in thought. “You do like flowers. And your shirts are usually stripy.”
“And bumble sounds like stumble! Which I do sometimes.”
“Ok. You are now my Jerebee.” Michael announced loudly, to make it official.
“Buzzz.”
At the final house, directly across the street from Michael’s, they spent a good five minutes distractedly playing with their neighbor’s black cat to the point where Michael’s mom came up to the door to fetch them.
They made it across the street without incident and Michael’s mom let them run up the drive and porch to knock on the door.
“Trick or treat!” They said when Angela opened the door.
She put on an exaggerated excited expression. “Well look at these handsome young men! Your costumes are so lovely I want to give you a whole bag of candy each!” She adopted a sad expression. “Oh but I ran out of candy so I guess you’ll be getting… a trick!” She quickly tickled their sides.
Their shrieks of laughter carried down the street.
Eventually they managed to squirm away and ran past her into the house.
“Before you eat any candy, go change out of your costumes into your pajamas.” She called after them. “Jeremy, I put your overnight bag by the door to the basement.”
Shouts of agreement and gratitude came from the general direction of the hallway.
Her wife came up to her and kissed her cheek.
“Did you have fun?” She asked.
“Mmhmm. Do you want to help them with The Candy Sorting and Exchange and I’ll man the door?”
“Sure. I’ve seen most of the neighborhood kids already so there shouldn’t be too many more. I’m going to go check on Michael- he might not get all of the bobby pins out of his hair.”
“Good luck.”
After the boys got changed they sat down at the dining room table and The Candy Sorting and Exchange commenced, with Angela weeding out the poorly wrapped candy.
The boys got into a squabble about how many tootsie rolls a snickers bar was worth and almost came to blows before Angela distracted them with asking about their small pumpkins.
“This is punkin, my tiny pumpkin. He is kinda squashy lookin and his stem is bent and he’s orange like the sunset and I love him.” Jeremy told her, proudly showing the pumpkin off.
“He’s adorable!” Angela agreed. “What about you, Michael? What’s your pumpkin’s name?”
Michael took a minute to think about it. “Orb.” He settled on. “Cuz he’s all round.”
Then came the dreaded negotiations about how much candy the boys were allowed to have that night.
While Angela managed to talk them down from 15 pieces to 7, she still felt they had gotten away with murder.
They gathered their loot and headed down to Michael’s room to play Sonic.
“Is that your favorite candy?” Michael asked as they settled down on the couch.
“Yeah!” Jeremy grinned around his crunch bar. “It’s crunchy like rice krispies. Pop pop pop.” He imitated the cereal by wiggling his fingers together.
“Pop pop pop ahhhh.” Michael pretended he was being pushed over by an avalanche of rice krispies. “Help! I can’t escape the pops!”
Jeremy made a very disgruntled face as he was unceremoniously given a lap full of Michael being dramatic which knocked him sideways.
“Get off.” He complained, trying to wiggle away.
“Can’t. The pops are too heavy.” Michael made himself comfy, pinning Jeremy down.
“You suck.”
“Shhhh m’comfy.” He whispered, making all of his limbs go limp.
Jeremy grumbled a little more but gave up when he realized Michael was not going to move anytime soon. He adjusted his head and shoulders a little to be more comfortable and closed his eyes, waiting for Michael to get bored.
When Michael’s moms came to check on them a half hour later, they found the boys still curled up together, fast asleep.
Art by @heart-select
#bmc#be more chill#be more chill musical#boyf riends#meremy hell#be more queer#this is in the same universe as How'd You Get To Be Happiness#it is written for#heart-select#and#pipanddots#if you like it check out my other boyfs fics in my writing tag:#acindraquill#also sorry ahead of time but i'm gonna reblog the fuck outta this for the next week
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How’d You Get To Be Happiness?
Pairing: Jeremy Heere/Michael Mell
Words: 1.604
Summary: Michael thrust his fist of flowers out to him. “You’re the prettiest person I’ve ever seen!” He blurted out, loudly.
(Michael and Jeremy meet for the first time)
Read on AO3 or under the cut
Michael burst out of the backseat of the car with a whoop.
Before he could get two steps away, his mom expertly snagged his arm and whirled him around.
“Moooom.” he whined, wanting to go play already.
“Michael you have to put on sunscreen.”
“Whyyyyy?” He asked as she rubbed the cream on his cheeks. “I’m already brown. It’s not like I’m gonna turn red.” He pointed out, crossing his arms and pouting.
“Even if you don’t get a burn, honey, your skin will still get hurt by the sun.” She told him, tugging on one of his arms so she could put the sunscreen on it. “You know how when we put cookies in the oven and they don’t turn brown for a long time?”
“Yeah?”
“Aren’t they still cooking?” She switched to the other arm.
Michael thought about it. “I guess?”
“Well, the sun is like the heat in the oven and your skin is like the cookies. Even if you don’t see it, it’s still cooking you.”
Michael contemplated this for a few seconds as she plopped a large straw sunhat on her head. “Does that mean I’m eat-able?”
“You’re so cute, Mikey, that sometimes I do want to just gobble you up!” his other mom told him, coming around the car with a cooler. She set the cooler down and seized him around the middle, making monstrous chewing noises as she nuzzled his neck.
Michael giggled furiously, batting at her face with his little hands. “Stoooop!”
She squeezed him a little before setting him down again. “As a matter of fact, you are edible! But it’s not very likely that you will be eaten. Do you know why that is?”
“Cuz I can run really fast!”
His moms laughed.
“It’s because we live in a place where there are not a lot of predators that can eat humans. There are bears, but they’re mostly up north. And there are no large cats or alligators.” His mother informed him.
Michael nodded, seriously. “And if they try, I’ll run away even faster!”
They laughed again.
“I gotta practice!” He told them, turning tail and booking it across the parking lot towards the playground.
“Don’t go too far!” His mom called after him.
“Ok!”
As Michael nyoomed around the park, he pretended a dinobear was chasing him. He liked the idea of a dino bear more than just a silly old bear, because then it had cool fangs and tiny arms, and was fuzzy. Plus if it was a dinobear it could be green and that would match his shoes, which was super cool.
He was just rounding the slide on the big play structure when he looked up and saw a boy walking across the parking lot towards the park, hand clasped in his father’s.
The boy was talking animatedly to his father, but was too far away for Michael to hear.
But that didn’t matter to Michael. What did matter was how the sun reflected on the boy’s curly chestnut hair. What mattered was how how excited and happy the boy looked, rambling away. What mattered was that the boy was wearing a pac-man t-shirt.
Michael was so distracted, he tripped over his own feet and tumbled over until he was laying flat on his back, breathing heavily. His heart was hammering in his chest but he was pretty sure it wasn’t because he had been running.
As he laid on the ground, catching his breath, his first thought was that it was a good thing his mom had insisted he wear his glasses with the rubber strap attached to them to hold them to his head today. His second thought was he had to talk to the pretty boy and become friends with him, if it was possible.
No, he corrected himself, the most important thing was that he had to let the boy know how pretty he was before anything else. If he didn’t tell him the boy might never know and that would be a crime! He sat up, brushing the dirt out of his hair and looking around for where his moms had gone- they always had the best advice.
He zeroed in on them sitting at one of the tables of the park gazebo, chatting with each other and holding the other’s hand across the table. He felt joy fill his body and he wiggled a little with happiness, unable to contain it, before he picked himself up off the ground and ran over to them. “Mooooom!” He called as he approached, colliding with her side in a tackle hug.
She had barely squeezed her free arm around him before he had wiggled away to hug his other mom, as well.
“Mom, mom!” he repeated, scrambling up onto her lap. “I need help!”
“And a band-aid.” The one across the table noted, pointing to his elbow which was scraped and bleeding slightly.
He twisted his arm around so he could see. “Oh. Yeah! I tripped.” He informed her as his mom dug into her purse.
“What do you need help with, Mikey?” She asked, carefully cleaning away the dirt and grass with a baby wipe.
“That hurts.” He noted, not really bothered.
“Sorry. That’s the feeling of germs being killed.” She told him, applying neosporin.
“Ooooh.” His eyes shone brightly as he imagined a fight between a large white blanket and round spiked germs in blood.
“Michael?” His other mom asked.
“Right! There’s a really pretty boy.” He whispered, conspiratorially. “And I gotta tell him.”
His mom turned around and scanned the park. “Is that him over there?” She asked, pointing to where the boy was, still talking to his father.
“Yeah.” Michael confirmed, a little breathless as he stared at him.
The boy’s father suddenly pointed at them and the boy whirled around.
Michael eeped and shrunk back down into his mom.
His mom laughed. “How are you going to tell him if you don’t want him to look at you, silly?” She asked.
Michael frowned, contemplating the Transformers bandaid she had put on his arm. “I don’t know.” He admitted. “I do want him to look at me!” He nodded to himself, decidedly. “Because I want to look at him and it’s not fair if he can’t look back.”
“Why don’t you bring a toy over and play together? Or you could both climb on the playset.” His mom suggested.
Michael glanced over at the playset, thoughtfully. But then he spotted something else and knew immediately what he would do. “I gots an idea!” He announced, wiggling out of his mom’s lap. “Thanks for the help!” he told them, running away again.
There was a patch of wildflowers a few feet away from the playground’s rubber mulch.
When he reached them, he dropped to his knees and began examining each bloom carefully, looking for the perfect flowers.
Though he didn’t know it, the flowers were oxeye daisies with bright white petals and egg yolk centers.
He plucked his favorites from the ground and arranged them in his hand like he had seen his mom do with the flowers they had in the kitchen, though he didn’t really get why. He looked around and spotted the pretty boy heading towards him, nervously. He took a deep breath and got up, walking over to meet him halfway.
“Ummmm. Hi.” The boy greeted him, hesitantly.
Michael thrust his fist of flowers out to him. “You’re the prettiest person I’ve ever seen!” He blurted out, loudly.
The boy startled and turned bright red. “Uhm. R-really?” He stammered a little, reaching out to take the flowers from him.
“Yeah! And I know my moms and they’re suuuuper pretty. But you’re prettier! And-and-and I gotchu these flowers over there because my mom sometimes gets my other mom roses and she gets all smiley and happy and I don’t have any roses but these flowers remind me of the sun and the clouds and I wanted you to be smiley and happy, too!” Michael gushed.
“Th-thank you!” The boy told him, earnestly. “You’re really nice!”
“Also your shirt is really cool! I love pac-man.” He poked one of the dots on the boys’ shirt. “Waka waka.”
“Well, I like your bandaid! Bumblebee is my favorite transformer!”
“Oooh- he’s mine, too! He’s really funny!”
“Do you- d’you wanna play with me?” The boy asked, nervously.
“Yeah! What do you want to play?”
The boy looked around for an idea. “Oh! I know! We can play house. I gots a pikachu doll that can be the baby!” He told him, eyes lighting on the backpack he had left on the bench his dad was sitting on, reading. “You can be the mom and I can be the dad!”
Michael frowned. “Why do you get to be the dad?”
“Oh. Do you want to be the dad?” He offered. “I can be the mom.”
“Hmm.” Michael pondered this. “Why don’t we both be the dad?”
“Okay! Come on let’s go get pikachu!” The boy grabbed his hand with the hand that wasn’t holding Michael’s gift flowers.
Michael got a funny feeling in his chest and his heart was beating rapidly again as he was dragged along. He didn’t know what it meant, but he really liked it. He squeezed the boy's hand tighter as they made their way over to the boys’ father. “I’m Michael, by the way.” He informed him.
The boy beamed at him and he felt like his heart had turned into a butterfly, fluttering about his ribcage. “I’m Jeremy!”
Jeremy. The name echoed around in his head.
He was perfect.
Based on a line from my fic Cute, Gay, And Here To Stay! and the art CrummyYoungCreator drew for it!
#bmc#be more chill#be more chill musical#boyf riends#meremy hell#acindraquill#be more queer#this fic is also known as Michael FEELS SO MANY
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Heritage
Pairing: Jeremy Heere/Michael Mell
Words: 598
Summary: Michael feels out of touch with his ethnicity because he was raised American
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A/N: This is a vent fic
Jeremy was worried.
Michael had been uncharacteristically quiet all day. He had also been sighing a lot and staring into space instead of paying attention to his surroundings.
He was sitting on his bed, technically doing homework, when he sighed again.
Jeremy whirled around in the desk chair, frowning. “Alright. Out with it. What’s wrong?”
“Did you know the Chinese New Years is coming up?”
Jeremy scrunched up his nose at the non sequitor. “I mean yeah, Christine has been talking all of our ears off about it for like a week.”
Michael sighed again and tipped over so he was lying on his side.
“Do I need to fight someone else’s holiday for you?”
“No…”
“What’s wrong Michael?” Jeremy asked, coming over to the bed and moving his textbook and homework to the floor.
“Me.”
“What?”
“I’m wrong.”
“You’re certainly wrong about being wrong.” Jeremy booped him on the nose.
“Ha ha.”
“So what is it about Chinese New Year that’s upsetting you? Did you want to celebrate it? I’m sure Christine would be thrilled.” Jeremy asked, climbing onto the bed and laying down next to Michael.
“It’s not that. It’s just… She asked me about my holidays. Like Filipino and Ecuadorian ones.”
“Oh cool. What holidays did you talk about?”
Michael’s response was muffled by his pillow.
“Sorry, I didn’t hear you.”
“I said… I said I don’t know any.”
“Oh.”
“I don’t really know anything about my heritage.”
Jeremy reached up and stroked his hair. “Well, what about food? You have that weird sour chicken soup and that really thick stew, right?”
“I guess? I really don’t know how to cook them though. I mostly help out by deep frying the lumpia or empanadas- which we buy frozen at the store and I’m pretty sure that making them is supposed to be a whole family thing. And it’s not like I know anything about why they’re made.”
“You could ask your parents?”
“They don’t like talking about it, I think. Like, I’ve asked questions before and they kinda blew me off?”
“What about researching it on the internet?”
“I could, I guess. But it wouldn’t really mean anything.”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s kinda like… like watching Shark Week on Discovery or reading about social experiments on wikipedia. Sure I have the knowledge, but at the end of the day none of it actually affects me. It doesn’t impact my life in any way beyond being information that I just… have. Floating around in my brain. It feels like I’m trying to fake it.”
Jeremy didn’t know what to say.
“I just… I feel like I don’t fit in.”
Jeremy threw his arm over his waist and tangled their legs together. “I’d say you fit pretty well with me right here. So there’s that, at least.”
Michael gave him a rueful smile. “Yeah. There is that.”
“Besides, there’s other things you do fit in with.” Jeremy said, thoughtfully.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you’re a gamer. And a musician. And you’re gay as hell.”
Michael huffed.
“So maybe you don’t really fit in with your ethnic communities- you still fit in with other ones.”
“Yeah…”
“And you know there are people who accept and love you just the way you are, even if you don’t know anything about your heritage.” He kissed Michael’s forehead.
“You’re right. I am pretty fucking awesome.”
“Yes. Yes you are… I’m sorry you feel left out.”
“It’s ok. I’ll probably stop fretting over it soon. It was just a weird wake up call to realize it. Thanks for listening.”
“Anytime.”
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We Only Want To Have A Good Time (2/?)
Chapter 1 | 2
Pairing: Jeremy Heere/Michael Mell
Words: 1.927
Summary: “You don’t need to attack my face with your face.” Jeremy told him, rubbing at where he got poked. “It’s a kiss, not a competition.”
“It is too a competition- and I’m gonna win it!”
(Jeremy asks Michael on a date)
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Jeremy straightened his cardigan as he plucked up the courage to knock on the door. He knew it was silly to be so nervous about a date (especially when the date was going to be with Michael, of all people) but that did not stop him. He just wanted it to go well.
Finally, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.
A few seconds later, Mrs. Mell opened the door, smiling. “Hello Jeremy.”
“Hi, Mrs. Mell. I’m here to pick up Michael for our da-”
It struck him that he didn’t know is Michael was out to his parents.
“-aaily hang out. Our daily hang out. Yeah.”
Mrs. Mell chuckled. “Don’t worry, Jeremy. Michael told us all about your date after you left, Thursday. In fact he wouldn’t shut up about it. You know how he gets when he’s excited. But he’s always been like that about you, I suppose.”
Jeremy blushed. “Uhh.”
“Come in, come in.” She ushered him inside. “I think Michael is in his room.”
“Oh, ok.”
“We picked out a bunch of blankets you can take with you like you asked.” She said, pointing to a basket of blankets that was sitting in the foyer. “Don’t forget them!”
“Thank you!”
“No problem, sweetie.” She patted him on the shoulder before disappearing upstairs.
Jeremy made his way to Michael’s room. “Michael?” He called as he walked down the basement stairs.
Michael was standing in front of his closet, hands on his hips, in only his batman boxers and glasses. His skin and hair was slightly damp.
Jeremy, upon realizing Michael was not dressed, studiously avoided looking at him and focused on getting down the stairs safely.
“Hey Jeremy.” Michael glanced over. “You ok?” He asked, when Jeremy’s gaze did not come up from the floor.
“I’m fine!” He tried valiantly to sound ‘fine’ but his voice cracked. “But you’re naked.”
“I’m not naked- I’m wearing underwear.” he pointed out.
“Because that covers so much.”
“Is my hot bod distracting you?” Michael sidled over to where Jeremy was standing.
Jeremy looked up and squeaked, automatically trying to walk backwards and bumping into the stairs. He blushed.
“You know it’s not a big deal, right? You’ve seen me without clothes on before.”
“That’s different!”
“How so?”
“That was like when we were kids or swimming or going to bed. This is…” he motioned to Michael, vaguely.
“This is?”
“Not that.”
Michael pretended to contemplate the situation. “Would you feel better if you had less clothes on, too?” he asked, pulling on the hem of Jeremy’s shirt.
“NO!” Jeremy swatted at Michael’s hands.
Michael laughed. “You know you’re my boyfriend, now, right? You’re allowed to see me naked.”
“Um. That’s-”
“And for someone who spends like ninety percent of their time jacking off, you really are easy to fluster.”
“Shut up.” Jeremy pouted.
“Don’t worry, I’m just teasing you- you make it so easy.” He patted Jeremy’s cheek. “Come help me pick out some clothes, then.” He grabbed Jeremy by the hand and dragged him over to the closet.
“What’s wrong with what you usually wear?”
“It’s our first date! I want to look good!”
“We’re going to be out walking all night. And sleeping in a tent. I think you can go with a t-shirt and jeans.”
“The correct response was ‘Michael, you always look good.’”
“Oh. Michael, you always look good.” He repeated, obediently.
“Thank you. Ok, what t-shirt should I go with?”
“Any t-shirt. Just pick one. It’s going to be cold tonight so it’s not like anyone will see it.”
“Yeah, but am I feeling more ‘Of course I’m pro gay I didn’t practice this much to stay an amateur gay’ or the classic checkboxes of ‘Single, taken, or dismantling heteronormativity brick by brick and don’t have time for your nonsense’?” He asked, brandishing said t-shirts at Jeremy.
Jeremy frowned. “How about this. I am going to close my eyes,” he did so, “and pick a shirt for you.” He thrust his hand into Michael’s closet and ran his fingers over the different shirts before finally snagging one. He opened his eyes and read aloud. “Here, wear ‘I didn’t choose to be gay I’m just really lucky.’”
“Perfect!” Michael pressed an exaggerated kiss to his cheek. “You’re the best boyfriend.” He told him, swatting Jeremy’s ass.
Jeremy gave him a scandalized look. “Please put your clothes on now.”
“Yeah yeah…” He tugged on the shirt.
“And don’t make me pick out which pants you’re going to wear.”
“I could go pants-less.”
Jeremy groaned. “Please don’t. I have to deal with that enough at home.”
“I thought he was doing better?” Michael fished a pair of jeans out of his dresser.
“Yeah, but when he’s at home all bets… or pants… are off.”
Michael put on his jeans. When he was done he did a turn for Jeremy. “What do you think? Do I look hip like the cool kids?”
“...Did you bedazzle your jean pockets?”
“Nah, they came that way. Nice to know you’re looking at my ass though.” He winked at him.
“I was not!”
“You don’t have to hide it, I know it’s fantastic.”
Jeremy glared at him. “I wasn’t.”
“Sure, sure.” He pressed on. “Now that I’m dressed, I want to greet you properly.” He said, sidling up the Jeremy again.
“O...k?”
“Can I?”
Jeremy tilted his head. “Can you what?”
“You know…”
“Um… no, I don’t?”
Michael sighed. “I want to kiss you, dumbass.”
“Oh.”
“So… can I?”
“Uh. Yes.” He nodded, biting at his lower lip. “But I haven’t really-”
“Jeremy, I have never kissed anyone in my entire life.” He said, wrapping his arms around his waist. “It’s fine. We’ll figure it out.”
At first, it was awkward.
Michael took the initiative and kinda tried to mash his face against Jeremy’s which resulted in both of them being poked by the edges of his glasses. “Ow.”
“You don’t need to attack my face with your face.” Jeremy told him, rubbing at where he got poked. “It’s a kiss, not a competition.”
“It is too a competition- and I’m gonna win it!” He swooped back in, this time taking extra care to be gentle.
Jeremy tilted his head a little and deepened the kiss, his hands coming up to grip Michael’s arms.
Michael couldn’t help but smile and ended up breaking away to grin at him. He cleared his throat. “Hello.”
Jeremy gave him a dopey smile. “Hi.”
“Did you know… you’re really cute!” Michael smooched him on the nose.
Jeremy wrinkled his nose. “What prompted you to say that?”
“Your face.”
“Pff. No, your face is cute.” He retorted.
“No! Your face is cute- don’t turn it around on me you stupid, cute…” He waved his hand vaguely, at a loss for words, “... person.”
Jeremy snickered, ignoring the warmth that spread through him at Michael’s words.
“Don’t laugh at me! I’m trying to be serious.”
“I’m not laughing at you. It’s just- this is a very gay conversation.”
Michael pulled away and pointed at his shirt. “Well, I’m really gay. And you’re really… uh…”
“Bi.” Jeremy supplied. “I think.”
“Cool.”
“Also! I totally won at kissing.” Jeremy said, smugly.
“Nuh uhhh.”
“Yeah huh.”
“No! I got to kiss you so I still won- no take backs!” He quickly kissed Jeremy’s cheek, just under his eye, then scooted backwards out of Jeremy’s reach.
“That’s not fair!” Jeremy stalked after him
“All’s fair in love and war.” Michael stuck his tongue out at him, laughing as he dodged Jeremy’s swipe at him.
“Get back here you piece of shit!” Jeremy groused.
“Really feeling the love!” He teased, tripping on the carpet by his bed.
As Michael tried to regain his balance, Jeremy took the opportunity to full-body tackle him onto the bed.
“Jesus christ.” Michael swore, out of breath and blinking hard.
“Say I won.” Jeremy demanded, pinning him down.
“It’s like I was hit by a bag of bones.” He complained.
“Say I won.”
“No.” Michael started squirming, trying to get out from under Jeremy.
“Say I won.”
“Never!”
“Say I won.” Jeremy insisted.
Michael stopped squirming and locked eyes with Jeremy. “Make me.”
Jeremy leaned closer until their lips were almost touching. And then he let go of Michael’s hands so he could tickle at his sides.
Michael shrieked with laughter, squirming. “You dick!”
“Say I won.”
“I. Will. Destroy. You.” Michael gasped between fits of laughter, clawing at Jeremy’s hands.
“You’ll have to stop me first!” Jeremy told him.
“Jer-e-myyyyyy.” Michael whined. “Stoooop.”
“Say I won you piece of shit stoner!”
“Bite me, jackoff!”
“Fine!” In a fit of pique, Jeremy leaned down and bit the junction of Michael’s neck and shoulder.
Michael made a high keening noise which made Jeremy stop tickling him, worried he had hurt him. “You bit me!” He complained, rubbing his neck. “You actually bit me!”
“Sorry! I’m sorry! Ah! I didn’t mean to! Are you ok?” Jeremy scrambled up and off the bed to go grab a bandaid from the bin on Michael’s bedside table.
“I’m fine, I’m fine!” Michael sat up.
“Here.” Jeremy shoved a bandaid at him.
“I’m not bleeding- I don’t need a bandaid. At least I don’t think I am. Am I?” he tilted his head so Jeremy could look.
Jeremy peered at his neck. “No,” he said, relieved, “it’s just a little red.”
“So... what the hell was that?”
Jeremy rubbed the back of his neck. “I think I got carried away. Sorry.”
Michael snorted. “If you wanted to give me a hickey that badly you could’ve just asked.”
“I- that’s-” Jeremy sputtered.
“Relax, Jeremy. I’m just teasing you.”
Jeremy sighed. “Are you really ok?”
“Yep. You mostly just surprised me, I think.”
“Sorry.”
Michael rolled his eyes and got up. “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” He glanced at the clock on his bedside table. “We should probably stop screwing around and head out soon. You wanted to get there early, right?”
“Yeah.” Jeremy still looked concerned.
“Hey.” Michael pulled Jeremy in for a hug. “I’m fine. Seriously.”
“Ok, ok. I believe you.”
“You can gnaw on me later all you want.” He continued.
Jeremy shoved him away gently, exasperated. “Is that a promise?”
“Of course.” He winked at him. “Anything for you, babe.”
“Don’t call me babe, snookums.” Jeremy retorted, watching as Michael put on his bracelets, pocketed his wallet, and ran a brush through his hair.
“Don’t call me snookums, sweetpea.”
“Honeybunches.”
“Bubby.”
“Doll.”
“Fruit loop.”
“Dumpling.”
“Waffle.”
“Waffle?” Jeremy asked. “That’s not even a real pet name.”
“Your face is not a real pet name.” Michael pulled his hoodie on and wrapped his headphones around his neck, sliding his phone into his pocket.
“You’re right, it’s not. It’s a face.”
“Whatever. I’m ready, jelly bean.”
“Are you just naming foods you like?” Jeremy asked, walking to the stairs.
“What makes you think that, cupcake?” Michael asked as they ascended.
“Gee, I wonder.” Jeremy said, flatly, opening the door.
“Gonna suck you like a tootsie pop.” Michael muttered, behind him.
Jeremy whirled around, bright red. “What?”
Michael smiled as innocently as possible. “What?”
“What did you just say?”
“I didn’t say anything.”
Jeremy narrowed his eyes at him. “I don’t believe you.”
Michael shrugged and pushed past him, grabbing his hand. “C’mon peaches, it’s time to get this date on the road!”
Jeremy had no choice but to follow.
#bmc#be more chill#be more chill musical#boyf riends#meremy hell#acindraquill#be more queer#this fic will also be known as#jeremy you useless bisexual
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Need You, Hate Me
Pairing: Jeremy Heere/Michael Mell
Words: 1.575
Summary: “Like, y’know, nya.”
(Jeremy and Michael take a walk downtown)
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Jeremy glanced at Michael and tried to fight down the blush that came from seeing him nowadays.
If Michael asked about it, he would blame it on the windchill.
It was winter break and they were downtown, technically window shopping for the upcoming holidays.
Jeremy had the feeling that Michael had finally had enough of Jeremy’s fidgeting after being sequestered in his room for a few days, though.
He had turned off the television in the middle of the twelfth consecutive episode of How It’s Made and thrown a jacket at Jeremy, announcing that they were going out.
Jeremy couldn’t blame him; the cold air was refreshing and being able to stretch his legs a bit made him feel less stifled. He rolled his wrists in his jacket and wiggled his fingers to warm them up a little- he hadn’t thought it was cold enough to warrant gloves when they were leaving. He glanced at Michael again, warmed slightly by how enthusiastic and lively his best friend seemed now that they were in the light of day instead of being bathed by the tv’s light.
It took him a second to realize Michael was talking- had probably been talking for a while- to him and was now looking at him expectantly.
“Sorry?”
Michael shrugged. “Like, y’know, nya.”
Jeremy blinked. “What?”
“Nya~!” Michael repeated, bringing up his hand to do a little cat paw imitation.
Jeremy immediately imagined Michael with twitching cat ears and whiskers and the little voice in the back of his head told him he was blushing too hard to be able to blame it on the wind now. He was so distracted, he didn’t notice the lamp post until he had already run smack into it and stumbled, falling flat on his ass.
Michael put his hands on his hips. “Jeremy, you useless furry.” He told him, shaking his head disdainfully.
“Ow.” Jeremy replied, rubbing his face.
Michael grabbed him by the upper arm and hauled him back up. “Don’t you just hate when inanimate objects attack you?” He asked.
“Ha ha, fuck you.” Jeremy grumbled.
“I mean I’ll testify in court if you need me to, I saw the whole thing.”
“Can we not and say we didn’t?”
“Aw but I wanted to see how they’d bring a lamppost into court.”
Jeremy sighed. “Now my ass is cold, too.” He mourned.
“Well, if you’re cold we could get something warm to drink. I heard there’s a new coffee shop somewhere around here.” Michael looked around, only for them both to realize they were actually standing in front of it. “That’s convenient.” he remarked.
Jeremy nodded. He was reading the sign on the cafe window before he realized that there were three girls seated on stools just behind it and they were all looking at him,pointing and laughing. His heart sank into his stomach. “Michael.” He grabbed Michael’s arm as he moved towards the door. “I can’t go in there!”
Michael turned around, concerned. “What? Why?”
Jeremy scooted unsubtly so Michael’s body was blocking him from the girls’ view. “They’re laughing at me. What if they make fun of me? I can’t-”
Michael turned his head to look at the window.
“No! Don’t look!” Jeremy stopped him, frantically. “Then they’ll know!”
Michael froze and turned back to him. “It’s okay, Jeremy. Calm down. I won’t let the big bad people hurt you. Or make fun of you.”
“Why do I not believe you?” Jeremy frowned.
Michael’s smile dropped as he looked at him earnestly. “I mean it. If you don’t want to go in, that’s ok. Come on let’s keep walking.” He nodded his head down the street and they started walking again, Michael blocking him from the window as they walked past.
“Thanks.” Jeremy muttered, looking down at his feet and feeling guilty.
“Hey, it’s no problem!” Michael reassured him. “But you’re still cold aren’t you?”
“Yeah. It’s mostly just my hands and face, though.”
“Hmm.” Michael tugged off the glove on the hand closest to Jeremy.
“Give me your other hand.” Michael said, pointing.
“What?” Jeremy automatically brought up his hand and Michael deftly pulled the glove onto it.
He offered his bare hand to him.
Jeremy looked at it, confused.
“Give me your hand.” Michael prompted, after a second, reaching out to grab it.
Jeremy sputtered a bit as he realized Michael’s intent was to hold his hand. “Isn’t this a little…”
“What?” Michael asked, gripping tightly when Jeremy tried to pull away.
“Y’know…” he looked around furtively. “Gay?”
“Yep.”
“What?”
“I’ve uh… I’ve been meaning to tell you about that, actually.” Michael stared determinedly into middlespace. “I’m... Yeah. I’m gay.”
Jeremy stopped walking, which had Michael tripping after a second because he hadn’t noticed. His mouth was hanging open, shocked.
Michael turned to him reluctantly. “Um. It would be good if you’d like… say something? Or maybe close your mouth before you catch a fly.”
Jeremy’s thoughts were awhirl. “How do you know?” he blurted out. He blinked; that wasn’t what he had meant to say.
“I think? No- I know… I have a crush on a boy.” Michael admitted.
“Could you be bi, then?”
Michael thought about it for a second before shaking his head. “I doubt it. I’ve never really liked any girls? I mean like-like. Girls are cool. I just don’t want to… I don’t know. Kiss them?” He shrugged. “Are we cool?”
“Yeah!” Jeremy said, a little louder than he had intended, causing the few people down the way to turn and stare at them. “Yeah, of course.” He told him, squeezing his hand. “I’m just. Surprised. I guess I shouldn’t be, though. You’ve never really talked about liking any girls.”
“Yeah…” They started walking again. “But anyways, if you want, I could heat up your face with my face.”
It took Jeremy a second to get what he was saying. “What? I- you- UM- but what about your crush?”
Michael shrugged again. “I mean we’re high schoolers in New Jersey. What are the chances he’s also gay andlikes me?” He side-eyed Jeremy. “Besides. What if my crush is on you?”
Jeremy looked down at their clasped hands. He laughed, self deprecating. “I doubt it. Who would have a crush on me?”
“Why wouldn’t I have a crush on you?” Michael asked, eyebrows furrowed. “You’re really kind, and dorky, and cute! Plus you have great taste in music and video games!”
Jeremy shook his head. “Everything about me is just terrible. Everything about me makes me wanna die.” He muttered, mostly to himself.
“Hey!” Michael said loudly, stopping again so he could whirl Jeremy around to face him. “No” He told him, angrily. “Why the fuck would you say that about yourself?”
Jeremy shook his head. “The SQUIP said-”
“Of course he did! It was manipulating you!”
“I know. But....But what if it was right?”
“It wasn’t. Listen to me.” He tilted Jeremy’s face up so he could look him in the eye. “You are a human being. You are imperfect, and a little strange, and a lot clumsy, but you know what? All of those little imperfections you hate about yourself? They make you perfect. And I love each and every one of them. Because they make you who you are. And I love who you are.”
“Even the acne?” Jeremy tried to joke, uncomfortable with how Michael’s declaration made him feel.
“Especially the acne.” Michael told him, seriously.
“You’re just saying that because you want to play connect the dots with them.”
“And why is that a bad thing? Just because the reason I love them is silly doesn’t mean I love them any less.” Michael shook his head. “I love everything about you. Like the way your voice cracks when you get anxious, or how you’re super humble about your achievements even though you should really own them because you’re amazing, or how you fidget and fray your sweater sleeves.”
“I-”
“Shut up I’m not done.” Michael interrupted. “I love your stupidly long antler legs, and the way your hair curls around your ears, and how you’re really bad at math. I love how you put ketchup all over your fries like a heathen, and your nose is adorable, and how you sing under your breath when you’re not paying attention. I love the way you stick your tongue out the side of your mouth when you’re concentrating really hard on a video game, and the way you use way too many emojis in your texts, and that you collect pennies like some weird kind of bronze hoarding dragon.” He paused. “Is any of this getting through to you?”
“Y-yeah.” Jeremy nodded.
“Good. Because I could go on about you all day, but I don’t want you to freeze to death. Do you want to head back to the car?”
Jeremy nodded and they started walking the way they came. He was silent as he thought very hard about what Michael had said.
As they approached the parking lot he finally found his voice.
“Hey, Michael?” He asked, before he could convince himself it was a bad idea. “Is your crush on me?”
Michael tilted his head at him. “Maybe. What do you think?” He asked, before letting go of Jeremy’s hand and going over to the driver’s side of the car.
Jeremy looked down at his hand, rapidly cooling in the cold air.
What did he think?
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We Only Want To Have A Good Time (1/?)
Chapter 1 | 2
Pairing: Jeremy Heere/Michael Mell
Words: 1.871
Summary: “You’re right.”
“Of course I am. I’m amazing.” Michael said, promptly.
This startled laughter out of Jeremy. “And so humble.”
(Jeremy asks Michael on a date to the Relay For Life)
Read on AO3 or under the cut
Jeremy ran a hand through his hair and frowned at himself in the mirror. He was nervous. “You can do this. It’s just Michael.” he told himself.
The butterflies in his stomach disagreed.
“It’s just Michael. Michael who plays video games. Michael who likes 90’s soft drinks. Michael who forgave you when you were a massive dick to him. Michael who’s loyal and awesome and really fucking cute. Why is he so cute?”
His reflection did not provide him any answers.
“What’s the worst that’ll happen?” he asked himself. “He’ll just say no… and that he hates me and that I’ve ruined our friendship forever- oh god I can’t do this.”
His phone buzzed in his pocket, alerting him that he had received an email.
“Oh! I could text it to him instead!” He pulled out his phone and opened a new message to Michael.
There was a solid three minutes that he stared at his phone, trying to type out the words.
“This was a stupid idea.” He muttered as he locked his phone and stuck it back in his pocket. “Plus, I’m already here, I might as well ruin everything ever in person.” He ran a hand through his hair one more time before exiting the bathroom.
The door to Michael’s bedroom was mostly plain and unassuming except for one thing- it had a poster for Jeepers Creepers on it.
Jeremy stared at the eye in the poster.
The eye stared back, judging him silently.
He considered going back to the bathroom.
The sound of footsteps approaching drove him to open the door and enter Michael’s room; he didn’t want one of Michael’s parents to catch him loitering indecisively in the hall and, god forbid, ask him why.
As he made his way down the stairs, he caught sight of Michael lounging sideways on a beanbag, playing some video game.
He got so distracted he missed the last step and tripped.
Luckily, he managed to regain his balance after wobbling a little and windmilling his arms.
“Watch out, we just put that step there.” Michael remarked, laughing a little.
“I meant to do that.”
“Sure you did. Actually, look.” He pointed at his tv screen where his Animal Crossing character was pushing a gorilla villager into a pitfall trap.
The gorilla wiggled around in the pit for a few seconds then flipped back out.
“See that? You looked just like Peewee. Less buff, though. You should really work on that.”
“I’ll take that under consideration.” Jeremy said, dryly. “Is his name really Peewee?” he asked, incredulously.
“Yup.” Michael popped the p loudly. “So what can I do you for?”
“Well I came out to have a good time and I’m honestly feeling so attacked right now.”
“Pew pew.” Michael mimed shooting him with a gun.
Jeremy mimed getting shot and collapsed against the wall.
“I see… I see a light.” he said, stretching his arm out towards the imaginary light.
“And it’s like the fog has lifted.” Michael sang, watching as Jeremy pretended to die. “Well, shit. I gotta hide a dead body. Better call my best friend for help- oh wait.”
“Aw, you’d call me to help you hide a body? I’m touched.” Jeremy picked himself off the floor and went to perch himself on Michael’s desk chair.
“Wait!”
Jeremy froze, halfway to sitting on the chair.
Michael leaned forward off the beanbag and tapped Jeremy’s hand. “Boop.” He sat back. “Now you’re touched. As you were.”
Jeremy rolled his eyes and sat down.
“If you want, we can play a game together. You just gotta wait for me to put in a code with Nook and save.”
“A code?”
“Project Hyrule, man!”
“What, like Zelda in Animal Crossing?”
“Not really. It was a forum or something a long ass time ago- like in the early two thousands- that posted universal codes for items in the game if your town was named Hyrule. I’ve been using it to get thirty thousand bells so I can pay off my mortgage.”
Jeremy watched as Michael’s character initiated a conversation with Nook.
“WB2…” Michael muttered as he input the code from memory.
“Why do you know this?” Jeremy asked, incredulous.
“Internet.”
“Ok, obviously. But how did you get from regular internet browsing to memorizing secret codes for a fifteen year old game?”
“I don’t know. I was up late the other night and found it. That’s why I broke out the gamecube, to be honest. It’s actually pretty fun, if a little bit isolated. Kinda reminds me of playing the early Sims games.”
“Gotta get your massaging heart bed on.”
“Speaking of babies in the Sims. Did you know you can have a child live by themself in Bustin’ Out if you kill off the parents? If you get good grades you get a hundred dollars from your grandparents and can then buy pizza or eat snacks instead of cooking food.”
“Bustin’ Out?”
“It’s one of the gamecube Sims games.”
“Did you have to look up the child thing, too?”
“No, that was an accident. I set off a firework too close to a carpet and… well. Fire.” He imitated a large flame with his hands.
“Amazing.”
“I know I am.”
“I wouldn’t go that far.”
“You’re just jealous.”
Jeremy scoffed. “Of what?”
“I got the brains, the looks, and the skillz- with a ‘z’. I’m the whole package.” Michael boasted.
Jeremy agreed. But he would never let Michael know that. “You certainly are a whole lot of something.”
“Like I said- you’re just jealous.”
“You keep telling yourself that.”
“I will.”
Jeremy watched as Michael steered his character up to the gyroid outside his house and saved the game. “Sooo…. Michael.”
“That’s my name, don’t wear it out.”
“Are. Um.” Jeremy picked at the chair. “Do you… er. Are you... busy… on. Uh...”
Michael looked up at him, curiously. “Are you ok?”
Jeremy could feel his face turning red as he struggled to get the words out. “Whatareyoudoingonsaturday?” He rushed out. He fidgeted awkwardly as Michael processed his words.
“Saturday? Uhhh… Probably playing video games? Why?”
“Do you- I mean, only if you want to- d’you wanna go to… um… the Relay for Life? With me?”
“Relay for… Life? What’s that?”
“Oh! It’s. Um. A fundraiser. For cancer research. A-and like all of the clubs at school participate. It’s kinda like a festival? I- I think it goes until, um, six in the morning?” He ran a hand through his hair again. “That’s- actually really late.” He stared down at his hands as he wrung his fingers together. “You don’t want to do that. You’re right, it was a silly idea. I’m sorry I brought it up. Forget-”
“Sure. I’ll go with you.”
Jeremy looked up. “Really?”
“Yeah! It sounds fun. It’s a date!” He joked.
Jeremy felt relief course through him. He couldn’t fight down the pleased smile that broke over his face. “It- it is!” He nodded.
Michael tilted his head. “Wait- is it?”
“What?”
“Is- are you asking me on a date?”
“Y-yes? ”
“Jeremy!” Michael exclaimed, sitting up excitedly.
Jeremy startled a little.
“I’m so proud of you!” Michael pulled himself up onto his knees and half collapsed onto Jeremy to hug him around his middle.
Jeremy blinked in confusion even as he automatically patted Michael’s back. “What?”
“I know how hard it is for you to express yourself when it comes to liking someone. Usually you run away or- wait.” He pulled away slightly to look up at Jeremy. “This isn’t a joke is it? Cuz that’s really mean and I will get you back.”
“Wh- No it’s not a joke. I. Uhm. Ireallylikeyou.” If he wasn’t red before, he certainly was now.
Michael eyed him, suspiciously. “You aren’t making fun of me, right?”
“What would I be making fun of?”
He gave him an incredulous look. “I’ve had a crush on you? For, like, forever?”
“Oh. I didn’t know that.”
“How?” Michael poked him in the stomach. “Like, are you serious? Are you fucking oblivious? I wasn’t even being subtle after we hit ninth grade.”
“I don’t know! You know I’m really bad at feelings.” Jeremy defended himself, catching Michael’s hand so he’d stop poking him.
Michael looked at Jeremy’s hand holding his and hooked his pinkie over his fingers. “You’re really asking me out?” he asked quietly.
Jeremy’s heart hurt at how vulnerable Michael sounded in that moment. “Yes.”
Michael gave him a lopsided smile. “Cool.”
They smiled at each other for a few seconds.
Jeremy fidgeted, breaking the eye contact and releasing Michael’s hand. “Well... This is awkward. I- I should go.” He made to swivel the chair so he could get up.
Michael grabbed the back of the chair to prevent him from moving. “No! Don’t go. You just got here.”
“But…”
“Please stay.” He made puppy eyes at him.
Jeremy’s stomach rumbled.
“See! Now you have to stay! I’ll feed you!”
“Okay, okay. How can I pass up free food?” Jeremy asked, a little sarcastic.
Michael slapped his hands down on Jeremy’s knees and hauled himself up to standing. “Don’t you worry. I will provide for my man.” He winked and offered a hand to him.
“Your man?” Jeremy laughed a little as he let Michael pull him up.
Michael furrowed his eyebrows. “We’re- but we’re going on a date? So that means we’re dating? Right? Did I get that wrong? I’m sorry! I just thought-”
Jeremy put his hands up in a placating motion. “I didn’t, uh, think about it. Before.” He waved his hand vaguely. “B-but if you want to be, um, b-boyfriends, I… I’d like that.”
“YEAH!” Michael shouted, excited. “Uh. I mean yes. Yes, I want that. Of course I want that.”
Jeremy looked down. “I’ve never had a b-boyfriend before.”
“I’ve never had an anything before.” Michael pointed out.
“I just mean. I don’t know how good I’ll be. At this.”
“Jeremy-”
“And like what if I do something stupid or wrong?”
“Jer-”
“What if someone tries to hurt us because we’re together and-”
“Jeremy!” Michael clapped his hand over Jeremy’s mouth. “I’m gonna stop you right there. We haven’t even gone on our first date and you’re already worrying. Stop it.”
Jeremy’s reply was too muffled to make out. He reached up and tugged Michael’s hand off. “You know I can’t help it…”
Michael sighed. “I know. But you know I’ll always be here for you.”
“Yeah…”
“You’ll be fine. If you do something stupid or wrong, I’ll tell you and we can fix it. If someone tries to hurt us I’ll kick their ass. Plus, we don’t have to tell anyone we’re together. And whatever happens- we can deal with it. Together. Because that’s what we do.”
“You’re right.”
“Of course I am. I’m amazing.” Michael said, promptly.
This startled laughter out of Jeremy. “And so humble.”
“If you got it, flaunt it.” He shrugged. “Anyways- let’s go get some food in you before you shrivel out of existence.”
“Ok.” Jeremy followed him up the stairs.
“And if you’re good, I’ll feed you by hand. It’ll be gay! I mean great.” He paused for a second to contemplate it. “No. I meant gay.”
#bmc#be more chill#be more chill musical#boyf riends#meremy hell#acindraquill#be more queer#jeremy you useless bisexual
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Do You Got Room For One More Troubled Soul?
Pairing: Jeremy Heere/Michael Mell
Words: 4.247
Summary: “Stop. Buying. Things. From. Japan. You. Idiot.”
“You weren’t complaining when I showed you the hentai!” Rich protested, batting away Jake.
(Mistletoe and the squip squad’s Christmas party)
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A/N: I headcanon that Michael generally wears hoodies and sweaters unless he’s very very comfortable (or high) and would freak out or be very sensitive if his hoodie was suddenly not available to him. I used to be like that.
The first time, they didn’t know.
The air was crisp and cold when they arrived at Jake’s house. The house was decorated with colourful fairy lights and a lone reindeer perched on the edge of the roof.
“Looks like we’re early.” Michael said, noting the few cars parked outside. “Do you want to wait until more people arrive? Be fashionably late?”
Jeremy shook his head. “Nah. It’s just the squip squad and us this time.”
Michael fidgeted. “Are you sure it’s alright for me to be here, then? I’m not-”
“Of course you’re welcome. You’re my best friend.” Jeremy butted in, waving his hands like he could wave away Michael’s concern and unease.
“If you say so.” Michael said, doubtful, but he got out of the car just the same.
Jeremy nabbed his backpack from the backseat and slung it over his shoulder, shivering a little at the chill in the air. “I should’ve grabbed a jacket.” he mumbled.
Michael laughed. “Are you sure it would help? You’re a twiglet. Be the popsicle you know you are!”
Jeremy grumbled at him, shoving at his side.
“Bad touch! Bad touch!” Michael continued to laugh as he danced away from him.
“I’ll show you bad touch.” Jeremy threatened, chasing after him.
Michael headed up the path to the door and banged on it loudly. “Asylum, help!” He had to flee from the doorway before it opened, though.
When Jake opened the door it was to find Jeremy perched on top of Michael, mercilessly tickling him on the lawn.
“Dude, gay.” he surmised, shaking his head. He watched for a few seconds before calling out to them. “Hey, either get your asses in here or make out already! I’m letting out the heating!”
Jeremy relented, crawling off of Michael and standing up, offering him a hand up.
Michael eyed the hand distrustfully but took it anyways, then brushed the dead grass off of himself.
They made their way up to the door.
“Nerd boy.” Jake acknowledged, clapping Jeremy on the back. “Nerd boy two-point-oh.” he ushered them inside. “You’re name’s Mikey, right?”
“Michael.”
“Close enough.”
They didn’t get far into the foyer before they encountered Rich.
“Tall-ass! It’s good to see you alive and kicking.” he greeted. “And you brought headphones kid! Good. I’ve been meaning to talk to you.” he sobered a little. “Thanks for saving our lives, dude. You’re a star.”
“No problem?”
“Now, let’s party!” he exclaimed, pushing red solo cups full of what was presumable eggnog into their hands.
“C’mon Michael, let’s go put the presents under the tree.” Jeremy said, dragging him by the sleeve through the archway to the living room.
“We were supposed to bring-?”
They only got a few steps into the room before they bumped into an invisible wall.
“OW!” they said simultaneously, the eggnog sloshing precariously in their cups.
“What the fuck?” Jeremy rubbed at his face while Michael poked at the invisible barrier.
Rich was laughing on the other side of the archway. “I didn’t think that’d work!” he informed them.
Jake was looking at them like they had gone insane. “What happened?” he turned to Rich. “What did you do?”
Rich was still laughing but pointed up.
In the archway was a sprig of oddly shiny mistletoe.
“Rich-”
“It’s from Japan!”
As Michael muttered “Hay naku,” Jake took off his hat and started hitting Rich with it.
“Stop. Buying. Things. From. Japan. You. Idiot.”
“You weren’t complaining when I showed you the hentai!” Rich protested, batting away Jake.
“What is it.” Jeremy asked, sighing.
“It’s mistletoe, duh!”
Michael could feel a sinking feeling in his stomach; this wasn’t going to end well.
“Yeah I got that, I meant what does it do.”
“What do you think it does, genius? You gotta kiss!”
Jeremy and Michael glanced at each other, then turned away, blushing.
“That’s so gay.” Jake piped in.
“So?”
“What happens if we don’t?” Jeremy asked.
“Then you’ll be there. Forever.”
“I guess we gotta, then.” Michael whispered, turning to Jeremy.
Jeremy’s hands were suddenly clammy. “W-well. At least the girls aren’t here.” he reasoned, but it didn’t make him feel any better. He bit his lip. “Here take this back.” he said handing over the eggnog.
Rich also took Michael’s and both he and Jake looked at them expectantly.
Michael put a hand on Jeremy’s shoulder, pulling him down a little so they’d be level and pressed his lips against Jeremy’s quickly. “There. Painless, right?” he forced a laugh.
“Aw, lame. You gotta do a proper kiss!” Rich cajoled.
Jeremy was frozen in place, but Michael turned away and tried to escape the prying eyes, his face red.
Unfortunately, the mistletoe seemed to agree with Rich, as he bumped into the invisible wall again.
He refrained from repeatedly smacking his head against it, but it was a close thing. He didn’t want to have to confront his feelings now, of all nights, (or maybe ever) but it seemed the world was against him.
Jeremy had unfrozen and had his hand over his lips, a confused expression on his face. “You kissed me.” he mumbled.
“Man tall-ass, you’re pretty slow, aren’tcha?” Rich laughed.
Michael sighed, turning away from the invisible wall and back to Jeremy. “Once more, with feeling?” he asked, but neither of them laughed.
Jeremy fidgeted. “O-ok.”
They shuffled closer together awkwardly.
Jeremy brought his hands up to hold Michael’s face and leaned down to kiss him, mouth open slightly. His eyes fluttered shut. He knew he was terrible, but he made an effort to copy what he had learned from his minimal experience with girls.
Michael, for his part, was equally as terrible so he didn’t mind much.
Jeremy might have gotten a little enthusiastic and poked his eye with the edge of Michael’s glasses.
They were just getting to a point where the kiss was getting more comfortable and less awkward when the snapping of a camera shutter was heard. They broke away from each other and turned to see Jenna Rolan standing there, holding her phone with a big grin.
Peeking out from behind her were Chloe, Brooke, and Christine.
Jeremy’s entire face was blazing red.
Michael suddenly pushed past Jeremy and beelined to the bathroom.
“Michael?” Jeremy asked, chasing after him.
The door slammed in his face.
Michael locked the door behind him and sat with his back against it, his face in his hands. His emotions were overwhelming him, and tears welled up in his eyes as he listened and felt Jeremy banging on the door.
The residual feeling of Jeremy’s hands burned on his skin and he swore he could still just barely feel Jeremy’s lips on his. The worst part was, on top of his emotions, he had enjoyed the kiss a little... too much.
“Who the fuck gets turned on from a little kissing… with your best friend… that you’ve been in love with for years?” he mumbled to himself. “How lame can you get?”
He focused on willing away his erection and trying not to cry.
The banging stopped all of a sudden.
“Michael!”
His heart clenched at how desperate Jeremy sounded.
“I know you’re in there! I mean. Where else would you be it’s not like you can climb out the window.”
Michael eyed the tiny window across from him, thoughtfully.
Unfortunately Jeremy was right, so he wouldn’t be able to escape his problems that easily.
“Michael you can’t hide in there forever!”
He knew that was true. He took a deep, shuddering breath and tried to pull himself together.
“Talk to me, goddamnit. I don’t know what I did wrong! Was the kiss really that bad? I’m sorry! Just talk to me- please?”
Michael dragged himself up off the tiles and turned on the sink so he could splash some water on his face.
The coolness of the water helped push his feelings from the forefront of his mind. He pasted a grin onto his face then spent a couple seconds trying to make it not look so fake.
“I’m so-”
He opened the door and Jeremy fell onto him; he had been leaning against the door.
They collapsed in a heap on the tiled floor.
Michael scooched back and kicked the door closed. “We gotta stop meeting in this bathroom like this.”
“Michael! Are you ok?” Jeremy asked, scrambling off of him and helping him sit up.
“I’m fiiiine. I just had to pee, stop freaking out.”
Jeremy gave him the deepest disbelieving look he could manage. “Don’t lie to me.”
Michael shrugged. “Fine. Then don’t ask for things you don’t want to know.”
“I want to know.”
“You really don’t.”
“I’m your best friend, of course I want to know! I tell you everything!”
Michael snorted. “You do not. And before you start telling me things- I do not want to know things like- like- like who you jack off to or whatever.”
Jeremy blushed. “I wouldn’t-”
“Exactly.”
Jeremy frowned. “Wait are you saying you were-”
“NO! That was just an example. Get your mind out of the gutter for once in your life.”
Jeremy nodded. “Are you ok, though?”
Michael shrugged again. “I’m fine. See?” he said, patting himself all over. “I’m all in one piece. I’m sorry I freaked you out.”
“I was just worried.” Jeremy hugged him.
“I know.”
There was a pause for a few seconds while they hugged it out.
They pulled away from each other, smiling.
“Um.” Jeremy looked down and fingered at the hem of Michael’s hoodie.
“Spit it out.”
“Was- was the kissing ok?”
“I have literally no frame of reference to compare it to, so yes. Best kiss I’ve ever had.” He made a kissy face at Jeremy.
Jeremy pushed his face away.
There was a knock on the door. “Um. Are you two having sex in there? Only, I need to pee so if you could hurry it up.”
Jeremy hopped up and pulled the door open. “Why would we have sex in the bathroom?”
Chloe shrugged. “Don’t knock shower sex til you try it. Now get out.”
Jeremy offered his hand to Michael and pulled him up and they vacated the bathroom.
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The second time it was an accident.
The boys entered the living room where the tree was.
And boy what a tree it was. It almost reached the top of the ceiling and was weighed down by strings upon strings of lights, tinsel, ornaments, and a twinkling star at the top.
They stopped to stare at it for a few seconds, awed.
There was no one else in the room, but voices were carrying out from the kitchen.
“C’mon let’s add the presents.” Jeremy said, crouching down in front of the tree. He dug into his backpack and started pulling out neatly wrapped gifts.
“I didn’t know I was supposed to bring any.” Michael told him, reaching into the bag to pull out more of the gifts.
“Don’t worry, I wrote that they were from both of us.”
“Oh, ok. Why is this one so heavy?” he asked, brandishing a large rectangular present.
“Oh that one is for Christine. It’s all of Shakespeare's plays.”
“It’s a book? Are you sure? It feels more like a lethal brick.”
“Then don’t go throwing it around.”
“What else did you get?”
“Well, I-”
Jeremy was interrupted by Rich coming through the archway, laughing and holding three cups.
“Hey! You’re out!”
“Have been for a few years now.” Michael joked, pointing to the rainbow patch on his left shoulder.
“Eyyy.” Rich gave off the distinct impression that if his hands were free he’d be making finger guns at them. He set down the cups he was holding on the coffee table next to them. “Those are yours.” he said, pointing to two of them. “Don’t know how well you hold your booze so we didn’t put a lot in.”
“Thanks.” Jeremy smiled up at him before finishing pulling out the rest of the presents.
Slowly the others trickled in, Chloe from the bathroom, and the rest one by one from the kitchen, being sure not to get caught under the mistletoe.
“So now that we’re here, what are we going to do?” Christine asked Jake, after everyone had settled around the coffee table.
Jake shrugged. “I don’t know, get high?”
Christine gave him a very disappointed look.
“Um. I actually brought a board game?” Jeremy suggested.
Everyone stared at him.
“What? I thought it’d be fun.”
Brooke took pity on him. “What game is it?”
“It’s called Carcassonne.” he said, pulling the game out of his bag.
Michael’s eyes lit up. “Oh, it’s a lot of fun! You have to place tiles and then meeple on the tiles that you want to count towards your point total. Tiles are worth more if they have landmarks and stuff. It’s named after a medieval town from France.”
“What the fuck is a meeple?” Jenna asked.
Jeremy popped open the box and picked out a small human-chalk-outline looking figurine.
And so they played Carcassonne.
In the end, the Chloe just beat out Jeremy’s score, much to his horror.
“I’m the King of Carcassonne!” she crowed, throwing both arms up into the air.
“That’s not really how it-” Jeremy started, but was silenced by her glare.
Michael stood up, stumbling slightly after having been sat cross legged for the hour or so of gameplay. He stepped over Jeremy and Brooke to escape the circle, then bowed low to Chloe. “My liege, would you like some more to drink?”
“Yes, thank you. At least someone respects my authority.” She said haughtily, handing Michael her cup.
“Eggnog is in the fridge door.” Brooke told him, helpfully.
“Rum is on the counter.” Jake chipped in.
Once they had finished clearing away the game, Jeremy excused himself to go put his backpack by the door so he wouldn’t forget it.
He smiled at Michael as they passed each other in the archway.
A few steps later they walked smack into an invisible wall on either side of said archway.
“Ow!” They exclaimed at the same time.
They turned to each other with identical looks of horror on their faces.
In the living room, the group turned their attention to the boys and burst out laughing.
“How did you manage to get caught again?” Jenna asked through her giggles.
Chloe hopped up and retrieved her and Michael’s drinks from him. She backed away so everyone could see the boys again, sipping at her drink.
Jeremy swallowed heavily, and Michael’s eyes tracked the movement.
What he would give to kiss his neck. But- he would get to kiss him again.
Unfortunately, the peanut gallery was a little hard to ignore as they progressed from laughter to catcalling.
“Well? Are you going to just stand there? Get on with it!” Chloe demanded.
“You can’t rush perfection.” Jeremy told her before he realized what he was saying. He slapped a hand over his face when he did.
Both he and Michael blushed.
“Perfection, eh? Is this why you didn’t want to have sex with me?”
“Please stop talking. You’re making this very-”
“Entertaining?”
“-hard.”
“Do I really need to say the obvious joke here?”
Jeremy sighed into his hand.
“With friends like these, who needs enemies?” Michael asked, sticking his tongue out at her. “C’mon.” he dragged Jeremy to the other side of the archway and back behind the wall where the majority of the others wouldn’t be able to see them. He leaned against the wall, awkwardly. “You ok?”
“Yeah, are you?”
Michael nodded. “Just. Nervous?”
“I feel that.”
Jeremy came closer and placed a hand on the wall beside Michael’s head.
Michael mentally cursed at himself as the thrill of it shot up his spine.
Jeremy leaned down to capture his lips, pressing his body against him.
Michael was startled by this, but was not complaining as he kissed back.
Jeremy pulled away after a few seconds, but Michael chased after him, cupping the back of Jeremy’s head and tugging him forward.
They kissed for a few seconds more before they broke away for air, making eye contact and then looking away, blushing.
Michael removed his hand from Jeremy’s curls, feeling very self conscious. He mentally berated himself- he had allowed himself to get carried away.
But god was it worth it.
There was a beat as they continued to avoid looking at each other.
“Um.” he said, looking down.
“Yeah?”
He tapped the hand Jeremy had not placed on the wall which had found its way to the drawstrings of Michael’s hood.
“Oh! Sorry.” he said, letting go and backing away abruptly. “I’m just gonna…” he gestured behind himself.
“Ok.” Michael took a deep breath and steeled himself for the comments the peanut gallery would make.
To his surprise, the others were all seated back around the coffee table, talking amongst themselves about the next school play.
Christine looked up and smiled, patting the space beside her where he had been sitting earlier.
Chloe grabbed his sleeve while he made his way over, handing him his drink. He smiled and stepped over Brooke to re-take his place.
Jeremy reappeared shortly after and joined the conversation seamlessly. He bumped his shoulder against Michael’s in greeting and he felt like maybe everything would be ok after all.
-
The third time was…
Once the conversation petered out, it was decided that they would open presents.
Jeremy’s (and Michael’s) presents were handed out first, since he was the last one to show up and put his gifts under the tree.
Rich opened his first and was confused to find a tank top that read ‘Both? Both. Both. Both is Good.’ in pink, purple, and blue text.
Michael’s eyes widened when Rich showed it to the them. “It’s the bisexual flag colours!”
“Ohh.” Rich grinned. “Thanks guys! You’re the best!”
Brooke received a stuffed puppy. She smiled at Jeremy.
“I figured, you always get stuffed cats-”
“But no one ever gets you a stuffed dog.” She finished.
Christine was ecstatic to receive her book and immediately started reciting random passages to herself. She leaned over to hug Michael since he was closest, barely keeping her excitement in check.
Jake got a pair of pink shutter sunglasses which he immediately put on (and refused to take off for the rest of the night).
Jenna’s gift was a journal, which she seemed confused by.
“I figured since you know everything, you might like something to put your thoughts about everything in.” Jeremy told her, sheepishly.
“That’s a really sweet and thoughtful gift, Jeremy. Thank you.”
Chloe’s gift was a makeup kit and a set of sparkly nail polish.
“Switch places with me, Brooke.” She demanded, heaving herself out of her armchair and gracefully sitting on the floor next to Jeremy. “What colour do you want?” she asked, opening the package the nail polish was in.
“He wants red.” Michael chimed in.
“Red it is!”
“Ah! Hang on.” Jeremy stalled as she grabbed his closest hand. He pulled another gift from under the tree and handed it to Michael.
“But we always give gifts the day after Christmas.” Michael protested, flipping the small rectangle over and wondering what it was.
“I know, and we will. This is just something extra I thought you might like.”
Michael opened it to find a cassette tape with no label. “What’s on it?”
“That’s for you to find out- later.” Jeremy told him, winking.
“Yes, yes, enough flirting. You guys can make out later.” Chloe said, rolling her eyes. “Hands.”
Jeremy obediently gave her his hands.
They continued to open presents.
The first time someone (who wasn’t Jeremy) handed Michael a gift, he was dumbfounded. It made his heart feel warmed that he was included in the group.
“Well? Open it!” Rich egged him on.
Inside was a CD of some obscure band he had never heard of. The other gifts were much the same, for both Michael and Jeremy; music and a couple old school video games.
The only outlier was their gift from Christine.
“It’s for both of you.”
Jeremy ended up opening it, because Chloe had moved on to painting Michael’s nails by that point (navy blue, if you were wondering).
Inside the little box were two necklaces, the pendants being a pacman and a ghost. The pacman had ‘player one’ etched inside of it and the ghost had ‘player two’.
“I saw it at the store and I just figured- cuz you both have the pacman tattoo. And Jeremy sometimes calls you his player one and-”
“Dude, that is awesome!” Michael exclaimed. “Put it on me, put it on me!”
Jeremy had the biggest smile on his face as he waved Michael away. “Alright, alright. Keep your pants on, jesus christ.”
It took him a few seconds to untangle them, but it wasn’t long before he was slinging the pacman necklace around Michael’s neck and then the ghost around his.
“Thank you, Christine! These really are wonderful.” he said, running a finger over the etched words.
Christine beamed at him.
Eventually all of the presents were opened and they cleared away the wrapping paper debris.
“This has been a really fun night.” Christine remarked, playing with the fidget spinner Jenna had gotten her.
There was a chorus of agreement.
“I really-” Brooke started, but was interrupted when the fidget spinner flew out of Christine’s hand and knocked over her drink, spilling it all over Michael.
“Ah!”
Both Michael and Jeremy bolted up, tripping over Brooke in their rush to get to the bathroom.
“Quickly, take it off.” Jeremy demanded as soon as the door was closed, turning the faucet to the sink on.
Michael tugged it off and handed it over to Jeremy, who quickly started scrubbing at the spill.
“Go over there.” Jeremy said, waving over to the other side of the bathroom and staring very hard at the hoodie. “I won’t look on purpose, but I might on accident so…”
“It’s ok.” Michael said, coming closer. “I don’t mind. If it’s you.”
Jeremy looked up in surprise. “R- really?” he asked, averting his eyes again.
“Really.” Michael smiled as Jeremy forced himself to look at Michael. He steeled himself. “There’s actually... a lot of things I don’t mind, if it’s you.”
Jeremy finished washing the eggnog out of Michael’s hoodie and hung it over the shower curtain rod so it could dry. “What do you mean by that?” he asked, turning to stare questioningly at Michael. He felt like he was being given a gift, seeing Michael only in his white undershirt.
Michael swallowed; was he ready to do this?
Jeremy looked sincerely curious and he already had his foot in the door.
Time to hurl the rest of his body through it.
“Things like when we sleep in the same bed and I wake up to you being an octopus-”
Jeremy pouted. “I can’t help that.”
“I know. Things like holding your hand when we watch scary movies.”
Jeremy ran a hand through his hair and made a vague noise.
“Things like… like kissing you under the mistletoe.”
“What- what are you saying, Michael?”
He took the plunge. “I’m saying that I like you. In a more-than-friends way.”
Jeremy scanned Michael’s face. “You’re not joking, are you?”
“Why would I joke about this?”
“I don’t know- I just am having a hard time believing this is real.”
“Well. It is. I like your lame ass, Jeremy Heere.”
Jeremy grinned and turned slightly to show him his butt. “It is a nice ass, isn’t it?”
Michael shoved at him lightly. “It really is, though. Sometimes I dream about-”
“Ah!” Jeremy clapped a hand over Michael’s mouth frantically.
Michael licked the hand over his mouth and wiggled his eyebrows when Jeremy pulled it away.
Jeremy wiped his hand on his jeans, grimacing.
“You don’t hate me, right?”
Jeremy’s eyes softened around the edges. “I could never hate you, Michael.”
Relief flooded through him.
“Especially not when I like you, too.”
Michael blinked, hardly believing his ears. “You what?”
Jeremy shuffled closer. “I like you, too.” He repeated, wrapping an arm around his waist. “Can I kiss you again?”
“Yeah.” Michael replied breathlessly, going on his tippytoes as Jeremy leaned down.
They met halfway. Unlike the other kisses, there was no pressure and no prying eyes. They kissed lazily, smiling, enjoying the feel of the other against them.
When they finally broke away, Jeremy rested his forehead on Michael’s. “Thank you for telling me. I don’t think I would have had the courage to tell you otherwise.”
“I’m sure we would have figured it out eventually.” Michael said, optimistically.
“Yeah… but now we don’t have to.” He pulled away, and glanced at Michael’s hoodie. “Do you want me to go get your spare hoodie from the car?”
“Could we just leave instead?”
“Sure.”
Michael parted from Jeremy reluctantly, and pulled on the wet hoodie, grimacing as the cold, wet part made his undershirt damp.
They exited the bathroom.
“Oh, I have an idea.” Jeremy whispered.
“Yeah?”
“Guys, we have to tell you something.”
Everyone turned to look at them.
Jeremy grabbed Michael’s hand and nodded his head towards the archway to the foyer.
They walked over and deliberately stood under the mistletoe. They kissed to the sounds of their friends cheering.
The first time they didn’t know.
The second time it was an accident.
The third time was an announcement.
Art by @k8lex
#bmc#be more chill#be more chill musical#boyf riends#meremy hell#acindraquill#hi bmc fandom i'm cin#be more queer
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Sooo I’m gonna ramble about my ideas for coming up fics under the cut.
kingjoethecat- I love your michael with touch issues, I would love a fic that focused only on it, maybe it all boiling over and yelling at his friends? It would have to end in a happy note thou ~
Anon- I wish you would write a fic where jeremy comforts michael !
I’m gonna combine these two prompts into one fic. I think it’ll probably be about sensory overload in addition to the touch thing. I’m not sure if it’s going to be exactly like my touch thing where I can feel it if people touch me and it leaves behind a ghost feeling until I wipe it off or if it’s just gonna be that Michael doesn’t like people touching his bare skin. Possibly going to include my texture thing. No real solid ideas on it beyond that, yet.
thisisnotveryspecial- 42.“I’m only here to establish an alibi.”
This is gonna be put into We Only Want To Have A Good Time but I’m not sure the situation it’s gonna be used in yet. My general idea for the fic so far is the next chapter involves them joining Christine and Rich in setting up their campsite/booth for the Relay for Life. “I don’t know how I feel about doing manual labor on our first date.” They’re gonna have problems setting up the tent/canopy because Jeremy is the only tall person there but luckily Jake shows up with a cooler full of drinks and height.
The next chapter will involve the beginning ceremony for the event which will probably be glossed over because I don’t actually remember too much of it. Everyone in the squad will show up and they’ll do an initial lap or something to scope out some of the other booths. The booth they’re running is for the theatre club and they’re gonna do improv sketches for money, dramatic readings of bad literature (like my immortal or something), as well as selling fake-flower crowns that Brooke and Jenna helped Christine make the day before. Since they didn’t finish making all of them and people are buying them, people will be delegated to make some more in the camping tent so there’ll be some of that eventually.
The next chapter will involve actually going to booths and buying things as well as shenanigans probably. Like. One of the clubs has a ‘jail’ you can spend a dollar to get someone put in and then in order to get them out again you have to spend 5 dollars. The MC for the event will also hold like a soccer game in the middle of the field and like dancing stuff. There’s probably going to be a dress up contest.
anon- Hello, do you still take prompts? If yes, then its not usual lovey dovey boyfs prompt. I was thinking that in this fandom is needed a fic where Michael has s crush on Jeremy and confesses it in 7th or 8th grade and Jeremy gently rejects him and Michael gets over the crush and they stay best friends and maybe way later they got curious and date each other when they are in college.
thisisnotveryspecial- 48.“You make me want things I can’t have.”
anon- 42: “ I need a hug. ” and 43: “ You’re special to me. ”
These all will probably be combined. The fic (which I’m currently writing) is loosely based on the first prompt but I don’t think I’m gonna make Michael get over his crush. It’s going to be called Our Loneliness Will Keep Us Warm probably. Basically it starts off with Jeremy buying The Hoodie for Michael’s birthday the summer before they start freshman year. He buys patches of stuff he thinks Michael will enjoy and then gives it to him hoping it’ll be ok. Michael, of course, loves it and is overcome with emotion. Jeremy’s like ‘only the best for my best friend’ and Michael admits that he thinks he’s gay. Jeremy is like that’s cool it’s not like you have a crush on me. And Michael tries to hide it but fails and Jeremy’s just like. OH. UM. OK. But also sorry I don’t think I like you like that. Michael shrugs it off and is all I know, this is a me-problem, don’t worry about it.
Fast forward to year 3 of uni and they live together in an apartment. They’re all still friends with the squip squad but everyone has moved away probably. I’ll probably touch on Christine dumping Jeremy because she’s aro just so I can show that Jeremy still makes jokes about Michael having a crush on him (not in a cruel way but in a ‘i acknowledge this really awkward thing happened and it’s totally fine, we made it through it and are still hella close bffs) as well as the squip stuff but, at least on that front, i’ll try to not make it angsty.
Anyways so Michael has a late class that prevents him from going to clubs on tuesdays but he insists Jeremy goes to the GSA (gay-straight alliance) without him (Michael still participates in the club events for the GSA he just can’t go to the proper meetings) and IDK I might make Rich go to their school too so Jeremy has someone to go with cuz I don’t think he’d go by himself. Anyways, one of the students does a presentation on sexuality, romanticism, and gender identity which gets Jeremy thinking about his own identity. He texts Michael asking if he’s going to come to the Starbucks hangout after the club meeting (which is what we used to do after GSA at my uni) but Michael says he’s gonna head home because he didn’t get a chance to eat between classes. He comes back to the apartment with a drink for Michael and finds Michael finishing his dinner. He hands over the drink and pops the question ‘how did you know you liked boys?’ which has Michael doing a spittake. They discuss the presentation (Michael’s like Christine gave a very similar presentation when she came out as aro why are you questioning things now and Jeremy admits he hadn’t really been paying attention because he was upset over being dumped or something), specifically about romantic attraction and sexual attraction and how they’re two separate things. Michael admits that he knew he was gay because one day he was over and Jeremy was ranting about something and he really wanted to kiss him. And then he started noticing other boys. And wanting to do stuff with boys. But not girls.
They settle down with their laptops to do homework or whatever and Jeremy thinks about his relationship with Michael. He ends up googling things like ‘how do best friends act around each other’ and ‘signs of a crush’ and ‘am i gay?’. He gets increasingly concerned and anxious and Michael notices and is like what’s going on. Jeremy’s like uhhhh I think I’m bi. Or at least biromantic. Maybe. I’ve never really wanted to kiss people I just really want to hang with them? And then he stumblingly explains that he wants relationshippy things like holding hands (which he does with Michael) and cuddling (which he also does with Michael) and going on dates (they don’t go on dates, but they DO do a lot of things one-on-one). Michael is like well you haven’t had a lot of experience with kissing either. There was Brooke and Christine (and Chloe, Jeremy shudders) and that unnamed girl from the party last year. Plus not everyone likes kissing so it’s hard to tell. Jeremy’s getting this sinking feeling in his stomach that he has a crush on Michael which quickly switches to a fluttery feeling because Michael is, still, his favorite person and totally awesome.
Jeremy is like “I have an idea!” Michael is like “No.” because he sees that glint in Jeremy’s eyes and it’s never a good thing. Jeremy convinces him to hear him out and is like “Ok, so you’re a boy.” “I don’t like where this is going.” Jeremy suggests they kiss, for various reasons and Michael is reluctant but also hey he still has a crush on him this is his chance. They kiss for a while and then Jeremy is like sooo I’m definitely biromantic. Um. I might be bisexual?
At this point it could go one of two ways, smut or not smut. I’ve only vaguely developed the smut idea cuz I wanted to be sure I could fit it in if I was going to write it. So Jeremy continues- But I’ve never really been in contact with anyone else’s dick before. To be fair I’ve never come in contact with anyone else’s genitals in general so I don’t even know if I’m sexually attracted to girls but that’s not the point. The point is right now we’re both here and you have a dick so. Then awkward handjobs. Michael makes an offhanded remark about how it’s funny Jeremy is his first time having sex; he had often dreamt about it but never thought it would happen because Jeremy was straight and haha see I told you you wouldn’t die a virgin. And then Jeremy realizes he just had sex with Michael and starts reeling but Michael calms him down. And then Michael awkwardly makes the ‘this doesn’t have to mean anything’ speech and Jeremy’s quietly like ‘but i want it to mean something?’
And that’s as far as I got with that idea.
anon-145: “ Go back to bed.”
I’ll probably put this into my possible vent fic about being mixed race raised american and not being in touch with your heritage which I kinda touched on here. I only have a vague idea about Michael’s cousin coming to visit and then shunning him because he doesn’t know any Filipino or Ecuadorian culture or maybe Christine talks about her Chinese heritage one day and starts asking Michael about his to try and be friends with him.
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I Think I Was Meant To Be Next To You
Pairing: Jeremy Heere/ Michael Mell
Words: 2.449
Summary: “I really like you. In a “I want to hold your hand and your dick sometimes” kind of way.”
(Michael takes Jeremy to see the sunrise on the beach)
Read on AO3 or under the cut
Michael turned off the car and glanced over to the passenger seat where Jeremy had passed out.
A small smile played along his lips but it slowly turned to a frown as he took in his messy hair and the deep bags under his eyes.
It had been a week since the school play and neither of them were doing well. It seemed like Jeremy was ready to jump out of his skin at all times, and Michael kept getting intrusive thoughts.
Which is why they were here, at the beach, at the asscrack of dawn.
Michael leaned over to shake Jeremy awake but hesitated at the last second before making contact.
Frantic thoughts flew through his head- Would Jeremy be upset if he woke him up? Would he yell? Would he call him names again? Would he abandon him?
As the thoughts began to spiral Michael mentally- and physically- shook himself. He knew these thoughts were irrational and were mostly the result of Michael being left alone in his head for too long.
Besides, Jeremy was miles and miles away from home in Michael’s car. Short of stealing the car and driving back, he was pretty much stuck with Michael.
With that in mind, Michael resolved that he would be ok to shake him awake.
He gently placed his hand on Jeremy’s shoulder and pushed slightly. “Jeremy?”
Jeremy jolted awake with a low shout and a panicked expression, pressing himself against the door as he looked around frantically.
When his eyes locked with Michael he relaxed, breathing heavily. “Oh, Michael. You scared me.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to.” he said, apologetically.
Jeremy sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I know. I’m just- jumpy.” His focus moved from Michael to what was outside the car. “The beach?”
Michael shrugged. “I figured it’d be nice to get away for a little bit.”
Jeremy nodded. “It was getting a little stuffy back home, huh?”
“Anyways where did you think I was taking you?”
“I don’t know, man. I wasn’t really thinking. It was like 2 am and you woke me up.”
Michael had the grace to be sheepish. “I- I just had to get out. It was like I was suffocating.”
“Were you having a panic attack?” Jeremy asked, concerned.
“No, nothing like that. At least I don’t think so.”
Jeremy reached over and squeezed Michael’s shoulder. “I get you. I’ve been feeling stifled as well.”
It took everything for Michael to not lean into the touch, but it was over quickly anyways because Jeremy was unlocking his door.
They exited the car and Michael came over to the passenger side, watching as Jeremy stretched under the street lamp, his eyes naturally wandering to the strip of skin that was revealed.
“Like what you see?” Jeremy asked, smirking.
Michael startled and had to shake himself again. “I’m a 16 year old gay boy, I literally can’t help it.” he deadpanned.
Jeremy jerked a side of his shirt up and stuck his tongue out at him.
Michael rolled his eyes and poked him in the stomach.
“Ow.” Jeremy complained, batting his hand away.
“C’mon let’s go watch the sun rise.” Michael told him, catching his wrist and tugging him towards the boardwalk.
Jeremy allowed himself to be led, and Michael conveniently ‘forgot’ that he was holding his wrist.
Michael followed the path of the boardwalk, until he found a suitably less-sandy section of railing they could sit on. He reluctantly let go of Jeremy’s wrist and they clambered up onto the railing.
It was quiet outside at dawn, the only noise was the rushing of the waves and the wind. It was windier than Michael had anticipated, and it only took a minute for Jeremy to start shivering beside him.
Michael nudged him with his hand and was startled at how cold Jeremy’s arm was. “Dude you’re freezing.”
Jeremy shrugged. “Shirt’s too thin.” he muttered awkwardly.
“Where’s your sweater?”
“Squip said I shouldn’t wear layers with this shirt because it looked tacky.” he told him, fingering the hem of it.
Michael frowned at the lost look on Jeremy’s face. “Here, take mine. I have a spare in the car.” he decided, tugging the hem of his hoodie up.
“You don’t have to do that.” Jeremy said, putting his hands up in a halting sign. “I can wear the one in your car.”
Michael shook his head, pulling the hoodie off and shoving it into Jeremy’s arms. “This one is already warm. You have, like, no body heat, dude.”
Jeremy gave him a long look before finally conceding and pulling the hoodie on. “Thanks, man.”
“I’ll be right back.” Michael told him, hopping down off the railing. “Don’t go anywhere.”
“Where would I go, the ocean?” Jeremy asked his retreating back.
When Michael returned to the boardwalk he had his spare hoodie on and a bottle of coke in his hand.
The hoodie was pale blue, covered in pokemon themed patches and was faded and slightly threadbare in places because he had worn it a lot in middle school. The coke bottle said ‘Share a coke with Jeremy’ and he had bought a few weeks ago it in a fit of pique with the intent to destroy but forgot in his car.
He glanced up and stopped in his tracks, stunned by the sight in front of him.
Jeremy was hunched up in his hoodie, his curls tousled by the wind, and staring pensively at the ocean with the beginnings of the sun rise in the distance. Apparently he felt his staring because he turned to Michael eventually with an eyebrow raised. “You’re staring, dude. Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” he said, then turned back to his thoughts.
Michael fumbled with the bottle and pulled his phone out of his jeans’ pocket, quickly snapping a picture.
Jeremy turned back to him, startled at the shutter noise. “Did you really take a picture?”
Michael shrugged, setting the soda down on the boardwalk and pulling himself up onto the railing again. “You told me to.”
Jeremy snorted. “I didn’t me- whatever.”
“I’ll treasure it forever.” Michael swore, clutching his phone to his chest as (in)sincerely as possible.
“Dude.” Jeremy nudged him with his shoulder.
Michael laughed and slung his arm over Jeremy’s shoulders and pulled him closer until they were squashed together so they could leech on each other’s body heat.
Jeremy struggled a little to get away but gave up pretty quickly when he realized Michael wasn’t going to let go anytime soon. He steadied himself with a hand on Michael’s leg.
Michael swallowed heavily when Jeremy made no movement to remove his hand.
As the sun continued to rise over the ocean, Michael cleared his throat. “I think...”
“You think?” Jeremy asked when Michael didn’t continue. “Did it hurt?”
Michael hummed instead of laughed at the joke and Jeremy grew concerned.
“Are you alright?”
Michael sighed. “No. I’m not. And I want to talk about it.”
Jeremy nodded, giving him his full attention. “What happened?”
Michael’s laugh was harsh even to his own ears. “What happened? You happened.” He stared adamantly at Jeremy’s head on his leg to avoid eye contact. “That stupid computer asshole happened.” he muttered, but Jeremy still heard him.
Jeremy squeezed Michael’s leg.
“I’m scared.” He told him. “I’m so scared, Jeremy, that one day I’ll wake up and you’ll just be- I don’t know, gone again.” He tightened his grip around his shoulders.
“Michael… I’m sor-”
“I know- I know. But I can’t help but think that I’m not good enough for you anymore.”
“Michael- of course you’re not “good enough” for me!”
Michael felt his stomach sink, his fear confirmed.
But Jeremy wasn’t finished speaking. “You’re way beyond “good enough.” Hell you’re probably beyond “too good” for me.” Jeremy pressed up against Michael when he still refused to look at him. “I was so fucking shitty to you and you still were there for me- you even saved my life.”
Michael shifted uncomfortably. “Your dad had to tell me to help.”
“So? You still did it. That’s like saying it was all the squip’s fault for all the shit I did. I still chose to listen.” It was Jeremy’s turn to be uncomfortable. “Michael you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. I know there’s no way I can make up for what I did, but I still want to try.”
Michael shook his head, tears brimming in his eyes. “You can make it up to me by getting better.”
“Getting better?”
“You think I don’t see what’s happened to you? It’s like you’re lost without the squip.”
“I- I…”
“You still hear it sometimes, don’t you? Telling you to do things. Like not wearing a sweater because it’d be tacky with your shirt.”
Jeremy shrunk back. “No, not sometimes....” he stared out at the sun rise. “I hear it all the time, Michael. And half the time I can’t tell if it’s real or not. Sometimes I have to scream in my own head so that I can hear myself over it.”
“That’s horrible.”
“It’s worse when you’re not around.” he admitted. “Maybe it’s because it was always blocking you out or maybe because you helped kill it, but seeing and hearing you makes me more certain that I’m the loudest voice in my head. I-” he tilted his head, trying to find the words. “I see you, now, Michael. More clearly than ever before.”
“You mean because the squip was blocking me before?”
“Maybe a little. But that’s not what I mean.” Jeremy leaned into Michael again. “I know that… I don’t think…” He swallowed and started over. “I know that you like me.”
Michael stiffened. “Of course I like you, you’re my best bud!” he tried to play it off.
“I don’t think I deserve it.”
“Of course you do! Just because you’ve done some stupid things this year doesn’t mean I’m going to forsake all of these years of friendship. Not like-” he faltered.
“Not like I did, right?”
“That’s not what I-”
“You’re right thought. I threw it all away because I wanted to know what it was like to be cool. I knew what I was doing and I still did it. But you’re still here, and I don’t deserve it.”
“At least you’re still here, too.” A pause. “Geddit? Heere?” he sobered. “In all seriousness, though, I was worried you wouldn’t make it out of the squip situation alive.”
“Me too.” Jeremy admitted. He frowned. “That wasn’t my point though. I was trying to tell you I. Er. I um.”
“You what?”
Jeremy blushed and sunk down into Michael’s hoodie. “I like you, too.” he told him.
Michael blushed too and finally looked up to meet Jeremy’s eyes. “I would be worried about our friendship if you didn’t.” he said slowly, searching for Jeremy’s meaning.
“You know what I mean.”
Michael shook his head. “I’m not sure I do. You know me. Kinda stupid sometimes.”
Jeremy sighed, exasperated. “I really like you. In a “I want to hold your hand and your dick sometimes” kind of way.”
Michael’s blushed harder. “Um.”
“I’m sorry it took so long for me to figure it out.”
“But- Christine?”
“Yeah, I was so obsessed with Christine it kinda blinded me to you, I think.”
“No. I mean. What about Christine?”
“She said we’d be better off as friends, and I agreed. I was so star struck by her that I didn’t really see her for who she was. And while I think she’s really pretty and stuff, we don’t really match in a dating way.”
“What- and we do?”
Jeremy frowned. “Michael are you trying to convince me that I don’t want to date you?”
“No! Maybe? I don’t- I wasn’t prepared for this conversation, ok?”
“Well do you want to put it off, or?”
“No… I don’t think I’d ever be prepared for it. I’m sorry. I’m just having a really hard time believing this is happening.”
“You and me both. But a big part of it is the beach, for me.”
“Sorry.”
“What are you apologizing for? For bringing me out of our shitty town to a beach to watch a romantic sunrise?”
“It wasn’t supposed to be romantic.”
“Michael you gave me your hoodie. You literally have your arm around me. I think the only way it’d be more romantic is if we were kissing.”
Michael took a deep breath. “Do you… do you want it to be more romantic?” he finally asked.
Jeremy slapped his leg. “That’s what I’ve been trying to say, you dumbass!”
“Oh yeah. Real romantic. Physical abuse and name calling. Really gets me going.” he teased. He sighed. “Are you sure that you’re not just trying to rebound with me.”
Jeremy looked appalled. “I would never do that to you. Listen here, Michael Mell. I like you. I have always liked you. It just took a little while for me to figure that out, ok? I like you and that’s all of me talking.”
Michael held up his free hand in surrender. “I just wanted to make sure.”
“Be sure of this.” Jeremy said, leaning closer. He went slowly, giving Michael ample time to pull away. He pressed his lips chastely against Michael’s, both of them chapped slightly from the wind.
Michael was still a little shocked that this was happening, but when Jeremy drew away he chased after him so quickly that they both wobbled a little on the railing.
Jeremy pushed Michael away, laughing a little. “We should probably not do this on the boardwalk. I don’t want to fall and bash my head in trying to make out with you.”
Michael looked around for some place for them to go. “I have a car. We could do it in the back seat?”
Jeremy blushed again. “I- uh- I don’t think I’m ready for sex.”
“I meant make out!”
“Oh.”
They both broke into laughter.
Michael wrapped his free arm across Jeremy. “I think we’ll be alright, yanno? It’ll probably just take time.”
Jeremy nodded against his shoulder.
Michael released him and pulled away so he could drop back down onto the boardwalk.
Jeremy hopped down, too. “Let’s go make out and then we can get McDonalds for breakfast.” he suggested, offering his hand.
Michael took it and picked up the bottle of coke he had left on the ground. “Do you one better- Let’s get McDonalds, go home, and then make out in my basement all day.”
Jeremy grinned. “You drive a hard bargain Mr. Mell.”
Michael squeezed his hand and Jeremy squeezed back.
They’d be alright.
Art by @2-player-gay
Not pictured:
Michael and Jeremy holding hands while Michael drives them back home.
Michael putting on a cassette of Deep Breakfast by Ray Lynch because it reminded him of the ocean.
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You Are Better Than Butter On Bread
Pairing: Jeremy Heere/Michael Mell
Words: 1.946
Summary: Jeremy walks in on Michael wearing a dress
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Michael was just pulling on his other sock when the door to his basement opened suddenly and Jeremy appeared in the doorway.
“Hey! Your mom let...me… in.” Jeremy’s greeting stuttered to a stop as his brain fought to process what he was seeing.
Michael was wearing a red jumper dress and was putting on white knee high socks. He opened his mouth but no sound came out.
Jeremy was equally stunned, gaping like a fish.
They stared at each other for a long moment.
Jeremy was the first to find his voice. “I. Uh. Wh-. You. Um. I. Um. I gotta pee. I’ll be right back.”
Well. Sort of.
He fled from the doorway and ran to the closest bathroom. His mind was still trying to process that he had seen Michael, his best friend, in a dress.
Coming to terms with this also involved him analyzing his own reaction which forced him to realize his body had betrayed him.
He leaned over the sink and stared at himself hard in the mirror. “I am not going to jack off to Michael wearing a dress.” he told himself, about as convincing as he felt.
Which is to say, not very much at all.
“You’re pathetic. Stop thinking about it.”
Which really made him think about it more.
Jeremy groaned and rested his forehead on the mirror. “I hate you.” He told himself. “This is just like multitasking, isn’t it?” he muttered, thinking back to when he got off to Michael’s voice.
Thinking about that really didn’t help his situation.
“We’re really doing this?” He asked himself.
His image in the mirror didn’t respond.
“Fuck.”
-
Ten minutes later Jeremy was splashing water on his face, trying to wash away his guilt and shame.
It didn’t work.
Taking a deep breath to steel himself, he forced himself to leave the bathroom and go back to the basement door. This time he knocked.
“Come in!” Michael called.
When he entered the room it was like the last time hadn’t happened at all.
Michael was slumped on his bed playing pokemon yellow on his gameboy color, clad in his typical jeans and hoodie.
The only thing that belied the situation was the fact he was faintly blushing.
“What the fuck.” Jeremy said, entering the room and closing the door behind him.
“What?” Michael asked, distractedly, pushing roughly at the buttons.
Jeremy took this to mean he didn’t want to talk about it.
Which was fair.
“Er. I meant hi.”
“Hey.” Michael replied, waving one of his hands but not looking away from his gameboy’s screen.
There was a long awkward silence where Jeremy tried very hard to not stare at Michael’s legs.
“Are you going to just stand there staring or what?” Michael finally broke the silence.
“Oh. Right.” Jeremy took a seat at Michael’s desk. “Do you want to work on the english homework?”
“Not really, but we should probably do it cuz it’s due tomorrow.” Michael sighed, saving his game and shutting it off.
Jeremy’s eyes tracked him as he made his way across the room to his backpack.
Michael rooted through his bag, finally pulling out a textbook and his notes. He straightened up and eyed Jeremy. “So you probably need your notes out.” he said, conversationally.
“Right!” Jeremy tried to turn his attention to the task at hand.
But his mind kept thinking back to Michael in a dress. And Michael’s legs. And Michael’s voice.
He shook himself as shame crawled up his spine coupled with what was probably lust if he stopped to think about it.
Michael sighed after the third time of explaining something to him; he wasn’t even sure what. “Alright. I guess we’re talking about this.”
Jeremy squeaked at being caught out.
“Go ahead. Ask away.” he said, sitting back.
Jeremy couldn’t get his thoughts to coalesce to a singular question. “Uhhh.”
“Cat got your tongue?” he teased.
“How long..?”
“I’ve been wanting to wear a dress for like a year now. But I didn’t get one until a couple months ago.”
“Why?”
“Why did it take me so long to get a dress or why do I want to wear a dress?”
Jeremy shrugged. “Both, I guess.”
“I was nervous. I had to drive a town over to even look at them anywhere but my computer. Luckily there was a really nice lady there who helped me find a few.” he ran a hand through his hair. “As for why I want to wear them… I don’t know, really. I just like how they look, I guess? I really like how they look on me.”
“You looked really nice!” Jeremy told him, wincing internally at how eager he sounded.
“Yeah?” Michael tried not to look as pleased as he felt.
“Yeah. I mean- I only saw for a second. But what I saw. You were…” he made a vague noise, unable to think of a word besides ‘hot’.
“Thanks.”
“Um. Does anyone else know?”
“No.” Michael looked listless.
“Oh. I’m sorry I barged in.”
Michael tapped his pencil against the desk. “It’s ok. I’ve kinda been meaning to tell you. You’re my best friend, yanno?”
“Still. I’m sure you would’ve liked to make the decision to tell me.”
“Maybe a little. But now you know so it doesn’t really matter, huh?”
“I guess.” He hummed thoughtfully. “So does this mean you’re gay?”
Michael gave him an exasperated look. “I mean I am, but this has nothing to do with that.”
“Oh.” Jeremy’s brain tried to reconcile with this new information.
“Are you alright? You look like you’re having a stroke.”
“Well, you see. My whole worldview has been changed.”
“Dude.”
“What? It’s not every day your player one tells you he’s a girl.”
Michael frowned at him. “I’m not a girl. I’m a boy, just like you. I just like dresses and skirts and stuff.”
“Oh.”
“Any more questions, or are we good?”
“What were you doing when I walked in?”
“Just putting stuff on. To be honest I thought the door was locked- I’m usually very good at remembering to lock it. I guess when I got home I just wanted to get into comfortable clothes so I forgot.”
“Are your clothes now uncomfortable?” Jeremy asked, waving a hand up and down to indicate Michael’s jeans and hoodie.
“I mean. Not particularly? It’s just the dress I was wearing is more comfortable. Or maybe that’s not the right word. It’s softer?”
“Do you want to put it back on?”
Michael looked away. “But you’re here.”
“Jeremy Heere, in fact.”
Michael snorted.
“I don’t mind if you don’t.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“O- ok. Promise you won’t be weird about it?”
“I promise.”
There was a strange underlying electricity in the air as Michael got up to go rummage under his bed.
Jeremy turned back to his homework to try and give him some privacy, but really he was trying to prepare himself for what he was about to see.
“How do I look?”
Jeremy whirled around and drank in the sight. He hadn’t noticed before but Michael wasn’t wearing anything under the jumper dress, so he could see his bare arms. And he hadn’t realized the dress was so short, coming just midway over his thighs, because he had been sitting before. He swallowed.
Michael wasn’t wearing any shoes either, just the knee high socks. “Well?”
Jeremy stammered for a few seconds, unable to articulate any words at all.
“Are you ok? You said you wouldn’t be weird about this.” Michael accused.
“Uhm. Your- your thighs look really nice.” Jeremy blurted the first thing that popped into his head. He managed to cut himself off before he could say the rest of that trail of thought, luckily.
“My… thighs?” Michael asked, looking down.
“Uh. Yeah.” Jeremy took a shuddering breath.
Michael looked up at him suspiciously. “Are you getting off on this.”
Jeremy was mortified. “I. You. That’s-”
“You are!”
“I am not!”
“Do not lie to me, Jeremy Heere.” he said, stalking over to him.
Jeremy pushed his chair back but Michael continued his advance until he was looming over him. Jeremy eeped at the intense look as Michael bent down to whisper in his ear.
“Am I doing it for you, Jeremy?” he purred. “Are you getting off on me in a dress?”
“Michael.” Jeremy whimpered.
“Can I kiss you?”
“What?” Jeremy was starting to hear the rushing of the ocean in his ears and it was distorting his thoughts.
Michael pulled away. “You heard me.”
“Why?”
“Why do I want to kiss you?”
Jeremy nodded.
“You’re hot, I’m gay, I’m in a dress and you seem to like it.”
Jeremy nodded again. “Wait. You think I’m hot?”
“Nerds really do it for me.” Michael deadpanned.
“You really do it for me.” Jeremy blurted out, blushing more.
“Can I kiss you, then?”
“O-ok.”
“C’mon, let’s move to the bed.” Michael tugged Jeremy up out of the chair.
“What?”
“I don’t want to have to lean down the whole time- it’ll hurt my back.”
He followed Michael onto the bed like a lost puppy.
“Still good with kissing?” Michael asked, crawling over until he had a knee on either side of Jeremy.
“Uh. Yep.” Jeremy confirmed, suddenly at a loss with what to do with himself; Michael was practically on his lap.
Michael’s hands came up to cup Jeremy’s face and he pressed an open mouthed kiss to his lips.
Jeremy kissed back after a little prompting, surprised at how soft Michael’s lips were.
Michael kissed like he did most things- lazily but with intent. He pulled away and looked pointedly at Jeremy’s hands which were hovering in the air. “You can touch me, you know.” he informed him. “I won’t bite, I promise. Unless you’re into that?”
A thrill shot up Jeremy’s spine. “Maybe a little?”
Michael grinned. “Kinky.”
“I am not.”
Michael snorted. “Jeremy, I’m like ninety percent sure you’re a furry and you’re turned on by me in a dress. I don’t think you have a platform to stand on anymore.”
Jeremy pouted.
“Ah. God, you’re so cute.” Michael swooped back in for another kiss.
Jeremy made a disgruntled noise.
Michael’s hands found Jeremy’s and pulled them closer until they were on Michael’s waist.
Jeremy clutched at Michael like a dream upon being woken up, afraid he would disappear as soon as he opened his eyes.
But he didn’t.
He remained a very real, very solid weight on his lap.
After a while, Michael pulled away. “Hey, do you want me to help you out?” he suggested, nodding pointedly downward.
Jeremy’s brain short circuited.
-
They were sitting on Michael’s bed, Michael playing pokemon yellow again, Jeremy technically watching.
They had given up on the homework.
If he was honest with himself, he was still very distracted by Michael’s outfit.
“So does this mean we’re dating?” he asked, finally.
Michael looked up at him in surprise. “Do- do you want to be?”
“Do you?”
“Yes! Are you sure? I know you like the dress on me and all, but I’m still Michael, you know?”
“Yeah.”
“Is that an answer or an acknowledgement?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you trying to annoy me?”
“Yeah.”
Michael nudged him with his shoulder.
Jeremy laughed a little. “So we’re dating now. Cool.”
“Yeah,” Michael teased.
“Don’t start.”
“Yeah.”
“Michael.”
“Yeah.”
“Michael please.”
“You know, if I had known getting a date with you would be so easy, I’d have shown you my dresses a lot sooner.
“Yeah?”
“Oh my god stop it.”
-
A week later Jeremy bought Michael weed patterned thigh high socks.
They didn’t get a lot of homework done on that day either.
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Til The Morning Dawn’s Bright
Pairing: Jeremy Heere/Michael Mell
Words: 2.279
Summary: 5 times Michael came out to Jeremy and 1 time he didn’t have to
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1.
There was a knock on the door.
Michael made a vague noise that he hoped could be heard through the door but otherwise made no move to let whoever it was in. He was focusing on shooting a npc in the kneecap when the door opened and Jeremy let himself in. He glanced back to see Jeremy closing the door behind him. “Eyy.” He grinned as he turned back to the screen to continue shooting his attackers.
“Hey.” Jeremy flopped down on Michael’s beanbag, half on top of him, trying to distract him from his game.
“Not cool, man!” Michael leaned away from him, still trying to concentrate.
Jeremy leaned closer and licked a stripe up Michael’s cheek.
“Dude, gross!” Michael turned to Jeremy and pushed his face away.
Unfortunately for him, his character got shot at the same time.
Michael glared at Jeremy, who grinned and stuck his tongue out. “You keep that tongue in your mouth or I’ll cut it off.”
“Aw, don’t be so mean, it’s just a game.” Jeremy wiggled to get more comfortable, elbowing Michael in the process.
“Ow!” Michael shoved at him. “I hate you. You and your pointy elbows.”
Jeremy pouted, directing puppy eyes at him. “You love me, really.”
“Sometimes I wonder.” Michael grumbled, going to the video game menu.
Jeremy leaned forward to dig into his backpack and pulled out a large ziploc bag full of peppermint bark. “You sure about that?”
“Is that what I think it is?” Michael grabbed at the bag.
“Yep. And it’s all for you.”
Michael’s eyes shone. “I am going to marry you, Jeremy Heere.”
“That’s kinda gay, dude.” Jeremy watched as he opened the bag and sniffed it.
“Like me!” he replied, cramming a piece of the bark into his mouth happily.
Jeremy laughed. “Don’t eat it all today, though, you’ll make yourself sick.”
“Please. Unlike you I have self-control.”
“Says the person who buys vinyls for stupid amounts of money.” Jeremy teased, snuggling back into the beanbag.
Michael just shrugged and ate another piece of peppermint bark.
2.
Jeremy was ostensibly doing his homework. He was sat at his desk, math book propped open and staring at his notes.
Except Michael was behind him, sat on his bed, and it was breaking his concentration. Well, the fact that Michael was swearing was more why his focus was compromised, though Michael on his bed always brought up thoughts he had to tamp down on.
“Fuck!” Michael swore behind him.
Jeremy swiveled his chair around to regard his best friend. “Why do you do that if you just keep hurting yourself?” he asked, watching Michael put his finger in his mouth. He had a feeling he knew the answer.
“Because it looks cool.” he replied around the finger, waving the needle and thread he was holding in his other hand dismissively.
Of course.
“And anyways,” Michael continued, pulling his finger out of his mouth with a pop, “It shows what I’m all about.” He went back to sewing.
“I think at this point everyone at school knows you’re a nerd.”
“Maybe. But it also reminds me what I’m all about. Did you ever think of that?” He stuck his tongue out at him.
“You need to remind yourself you’re a nerd?”
Michael didn’t dignify that with a response.
Jeremy watched him sew for a minute, awed by how nimble his fingers were.
But then his brain betrayed him and he started thinking about Michael’s fingers on him.
He had to turn back around and stare at his math homework to regain his composure.
Behind him, Michael made a victory noise as he finished sewing so he turned back around.
“Ta-dah!” Michael lifted up the hoodie to show off the new rainbow patch on the left shoulder.
“A rainbow?”
“Yep. Like me! Looks pretty baller, right?”
“Yeah, dude, it looks fantastic.”
“And I only bled like four times!”
“Impressive.” Jeremy deadpanned.
Michael chucked a pillow at him.
3.
They were in gym class. Jeremy had been lucky enough to be put on a basketball team with most of his new friends but Michael ended up on the opposing team.
The joke was on them, though.
Jeremy was absolutely terrible at pretty much every sport.
The boy was clumsy, and no amount of height would change that.
Actually, his height probably didn’t help; his legs were so long that he stumbled around like a newborn deer half the time. Even when he was just walking.
Michael thought it was endearing.
But then, he thought most things about Jeremy were endearing. The way he would scrunch up his nose when exasperated. The way his tongue would poke out of the corner of his mouth when he was concentrating super hard on a video game. The way he stretched like a cat and his shirt would ride up revealing pale tummy.
Ok so that last one he held ulterior motives for liking, but the point still stood- Michael found Jeremy’s attempts at sports adorable.
That still did not mean that he wasn’t willing to kick his ass on the court, though.
Michael’s team was up two points, but Jeremy had the ball.
He was under the net and tried to put it in, successfully throwing the ball and letting it fall right onto his face, knocking him down.
Turns out Jeremy could kick his own ass at basketball.
Michael had been on the other side of the court, so there was a crowd around Jeremy when he jogged over. “MOVE, I’m gay!. Gay friend coming through! Get out of my way.” he yelled, and the crowd parted like the red sea.
Jeremy was lying on the floor clutching his face.
“Dude are you ok?” Michael asked, kneeling beside him.
“Well, I don’t think I’m bleeding.” Jeremy replied, optimistically.
“Move your hands, let me see.”
Jeremy removed his hands and Michael was struck by how pretty his best friend was, even with his face being red from being smacked by a basketball.
He poked at his cheek and nose until Jeremy batted him away. “You’re fiiiine. Walk it off, bro.”
“Thanks for the assessment.” Jeremy teased, rubbing at his face.
Michael patted him on the shoulder.
4.
Jeremy had lost a bet.
They had been playing a racing game and he had managed to spin out at a crucial moment. Which meant he had to buy Michael ice cream.
Jeremy followed Michael into the pastel-ly colourful ice cream shop. He shivered slightly as the cool air hit him. “What do you want to get today?”
Michael tapped his chin, thoughtfully. “I didn’t really think ahead- I guess I’ll take a look at all the flavors first and see if any of them call out to me.”
“Alright. As long as you don’t get something too crazy.”
“Define ‘too crazy,’” he joked.
Jeremy rolled his eyes.
They perused the flavors for a while under the watchful gaze of the bored employee.
“Can I get a scoop of the coffee in a waffle cone with chocolate sprinkles?”
“Sure thing.”
“And whatever he decides on.” Jeremy said, waving at Michael.
“I want the rainbow sherbet in one of the waffle cones with the rainbow sprinkles- and can I get rainbow sprinkles on that, please?”
The employee got their orders, Jeremy paid, and they sat down to eat them.
Jeremy raised an eyebrow as Michael licked his ice cream happily. “Rainbow, much?”
“Just like me!” he said, nodding.
“You’re a rainbow?”
“Yep, don’t you ever look up in the sky after it rains and see me?”
Jeremy put on an exaggerated voice. “But Michael, I open my eyes and see you all the time!”
Michael grinned. “As well you should.”
“It’s like you’re the air and I need to see you to breathe.” Jeremy continued, pretending to swoon.
Michael snorted. “Ok that’s a little far.”
Jeremy closed his eyes. “My life… it fades…” he opened his eyes and stared pointedly at Michael. “Ah. Much better.”
“You’re ridiculous, my friend.”
“But I’m your ridiculous friend.” Jeremy batted his eyelashes at him.
“My ridiculous best friend.”
5.
They were in Michael’s basement playing Apocalypse of the Damned, like they usually did on the weekends.
Michael was off his game and it showed.
He couldn’t concentrate at all and it kept getting him killed. He didn’t know why he couldn’t focus. Well, he knew why. He just didn’t want to admit it to himself.
Jeremy had shown up that morning in nothing but a white tank top and jeans.
Not only was it way out of left field for his usual clothing choices, it was revealing in a way Michael wasn’t prepared for.
Somewhere along the lines he had gained muscles. Not a lot of muscle, but enough to capture almost all of Michael’s attention anytime he moved.
“Michael, on your left!” Jeremy warned him.
But it was too late; his character had already been consumed by a horde of zombies.
“Argh.” They both groaned as the game gave them a game over screen.
Michael set his controller down and sighed, covering his eyes with his hand.
“Are you ok, Michael?” Jeremy asked, concerned. “This is like the fifth time you’ve died. Give me a chance to catch up!”
Michael rubbed at his eyes and faked a yawn. “Yeah man, I think I’m just stupidly tired.”
“Maybe not the tired part.” he teased.
“Rude!”
“Want to try again?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
But it didn’t take long for him to die for a sixth time in a row.
“Goddamnit. This game is homophobic!”
“Uh huh.” Jeremy nodded, absently. “Wait what?”
“I’m gay and it’s inconveniencing me.”
Jeremy laughed. “You’ve been watching vine too much.”
“I gotta do something when you’re busy with the cool kids.”
Jeremy sobered. “You should come out with us more. They’re not bad people. Except for the whole… bullying thing for the past few years. But really! I think you’d like them.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“Michael…”
“No really, I will. Not right now though. I’m sleepy.”
Jeremy nodded and stretched, drawing all of Michael’s attention to him again.
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Michael and Jeremy were in a crowd of people, trying to make their way to the edge for a breath of fresh air.
“So what’s the purpose of this?” Jeremy asked when they finally got out.
“It’s a festival, man. Fun? I guess?”
“It’s very colourful.” Jeremy said, noting all of the rainbows and other pride flag colours on all of the booths and merchandise.
Unfortunately, he didn’t realize they were pride flag colours.
Michael nodded. “It’s great, isn’t it?”
“Yeah! It’s a lot better than the county fair.”
“Let’s go look at some of the booths.”
“Ok… Michael look those guys are only in speedos.”
Michael glanced over them appreciatively. “That they are. Oh look, those guys are in assless chaps.”
“Are they allowed to be wearing those in public?”
“I don’t know. They’re not technically nude, so probably?”
They were buffeted a little by the crowd but ultimately made it to the closest booth.
“Dude look they have shoes!” Michael exclaimed, tugging on Jeremy’s sleeve.
“I see that! Are you going to get a pair?”
“YEAH!”
Ten minutes later, Michael was decked out in fancy new rainbow converses, his normal white sneakers in a plastic bag.
“Looking good.” Jeremy told him.
“Right? Let’s go to the next booth!” he grabbed his hand and tugged him through the crowd.
Jeremy didn’t seem to mind the hand holding, so Michael didn’t let go.
At the next booth Michael bought a handful of rainbow stickers for his laptop and his phone, and at the next he seriously contemplated buying a bracelet with a rooster charm.
“Are you going to buy something at every booth?” Jeremy asked, amused.
“Maybe! If I like something at every booth. But I don’t think I’ll get this- it’ll get in the way.” he paused. “Did you want to get one of the cat ones?”
“Why would I do that? I don’t like cats that much.”
Michael just smiled and shook his head.
As they were making their way over to the next booth, Jeremy pointed into the crowd.
“Look, those guys are kissing!”
“Yeah, they do that.” Michael said, wryly.
Jeremy stopped suddenly, accidentally jerking Michael’s arm who hadn’t stopped. “Wait a second. Rainbows everywhere, guys making out, those guys in the speedos, all of the colourful flags- Michael. Are we at Pride?”
Michael burst out laughing.
And then proceeded to continue to laugh for a solid minute and a half.
Jeremy had to awkwardly smile at the people around them as Michael gasped for air.
Finally, Michael stopped laughing. “Yes, Jeremy. We’re at Pride. What tipped you off?”
“Why are we at Pride, though? Wait. Are you really gay?”
Michael snorted. “I’ve been telling you that for like a week. Did you think I was lying?”
“I thought you were joking!”
“Why would I joke about this?”
Jeremy shifted uncomfortably. “I thought you were making fun of me.”
“What would I be making fun of you about?”
Jeremy seemed to draw into himself a little. “Um. About my crush? On you?”
“You what.” Michael’s eyes widened.
“Don’t make me say it again.”
“Are you telling me I’ve spent all of this time pining after you and I could have been kissing you instead?”
Jeremy took a step backwards in disbelief. “You-”
“Yeah!”
“Oh my god.”
They both grinned at each other.
Michael squeezed Jeremy’s hand. “Will you go out with me?”
“You know I will.”
Hours later, Michael was sucking hickies onto the pale column of Jeremy’s neck when Jeremy asked, “so you’re gonna marry me, huh?”
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When You Smile At Me You Know Exactly What You Do
Pairing: Jeremy Heere/Michael Mell
Words: 4.295
Summary: “I don’t think I have the stamina for “all the time” but I’m glad you’re optimistic about our sex life.”
(Jeremy and Michael go to the county fair)
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It was a clear summer night as Michael pulled into the fairgrounds parking lot.
In his passenger seat, Jeremy was barely holding himself together, fidgeting and looking at the lights peeking between the barrier of trees.
Michael was not much better; the county fair was always one of the highlights of the summer.
The boys glanced at each other and grinned.
“You ready for this?” Michael asked, turning off the engine.
“As I’ll ever be.” Jeremy replied.
“Maybe this year you won’t throw up on the boat.”
“Hey! I’ll have you know I have never thrown up on the boat. I have thrown up because of the boat, but not on it.”
“Semantics. The important part is the boat. And the vomit.”
“Ugh.”
“That’s what I said last year!”
“And every year before that. Maybe we should just not go on the boat this year.”
“What? No! It’s an integral part of the fair, we have to go on the boat.”
“Can we at least go on it last?”
Michael hummed in agreement as he got out of the car, muttering, “I don’t want to kiss you after you vomit anyways.”
“What did you say?” Jeremy asked, also getting out of the car.
“Huh? Oh. Just that we gotta fill you up with funnel cake so you can blow chunks.”
Jeremy pouted at him.
Michael ran a hand over his face. “Aw, hell, don’t do that- it’s not fair!”
“It is, too, a fair.” Jeremy replied, walking toward the entrance path, spreading his arms and laughing softly.
“Ha ha, very funny.”
“I thought so.” he said, looking over his shoulder to stick his tongue out at Michael. He bounced along the pathway happily, stopping every so often to let Michael catch up.
Michael followed more sedately, allowing himself to live in the fantasy that this was actually a date for a few moments.
“Come oooon, hurry up.” Jeremy goaded, finally at one of the gates. He undid the latch as Michael sidled up to him and flung the gate open, narrowly missing his own face.
“Whoa, careful.” Michael steadied Jeremy, who had stumbled backwards.
“Sorry, sorry. I guess I’m a little excited.”
“Gee, really?” Michael teased. “I didn’t notice.”
Jeremy didn’t let it get to him as he entered the fairgrounds.
Michael re-latched the gate but was distracted watching Jeremy take in the bright lights of the fair so it took him a couple tries to get it right.
They made their way down to where the fair games were set up.
The fair was relatively empty, as it had only just started, but the vendors were all set up and the tinkle of music and the smell of fried foods floated around them happily.
“Michael, look they have the duck shooting game!” Jeremy exclaimed, pointing excitedly at one of the booths.
“I bet I can get a higher score than you.”
“Hah! As if.”
They arrived at the booth and paid the requisite amount to the attendant.
Jeremy grabbed the gun and took aim.
It took everything in Michael to wait and watch instead of cajoling or pushing at him to break his concentration.
Jeremy managed to hit a respectful 9 ducks.
“What would you like?” the attendant asked, waving at the 5-10 point section of prizes tacked on the wall of the booth.
Jeremy grinned deviously. “I want those.” he said, pointing.
The attendant handed him a white bear ear headband set.
Jeremy turned to Michael, his smile stupidly wide.
“What are you- argh.” Michael didn’t have the chance to protest as Jeremy veritably pounced on him to settle the bear ears on his head.
Pulling away, Jeremy took in Michael’s appearance.
Instead of the laughter Michael had expected, Jeremy turned away, muttering “Fuck” with feeling.
“What? Do I not look good enough for you?”
Jeremy’s face contorted but he quickly schooled his features. “I uh. I just realized you’re probably going to win.”
Michael laughed, grabbing the gun. “Here’s to hoping.” As he looked to the booth so he could take his turn, he didn’t notice Jeremy’s eyes lingering over his face and the bear ears, a bright blush spreading over his face. In a stroke of luck he managed to get 11 ducks. “Hah!” he crowed his victory, pointing at Jeremy. “See, I told you! I’m too cool to lose.” he said posing with the gun against his shoulder.
Jeremy shook himself and smiled, even as he complained, “Aw man, you suck. I bet I would have won if I hadn’t gone first.”
“Please. You can’t beat my mad skillz.” Michael informed him, winking and then turning to the attendant to pick a prize.
Jeremy blushed furiously and buried his face in his hands for a couple seconds so Michael wouldn’t see. When he looked back up, it was to be confronted with a fluffy wall of fur. He jerked back slightly and realized Michael was holding a stuffed panda up in front of his face. “Aw, that’s adorable.”
“Good. I’m glad you like it.” Michael said, nodding, as he shoved the panda into Jeremy’s hands. “I was hoping they’d have a polar bear but no such luck. But! A bear’s a bear.”
Jeremy wrapped his fingers around the panda, confused.
Michael kept pushing the stuffed animal insistently at him until he actually took it from him.
“I’m not going to carry your bear around the fair all night.”Jeremy informed him.
“I don’t expect you to. I expect you to carry your bear around the fair all night.”
“You’re giving this to me?”
“Duh. Keep up, dumbass.” Michael told him, distractedly looking around for the next thing he wanted to do.
Jeremy looked down at the bear with its splotched face and tiny eyes and felt an indescribable warmth fill him. “Thanks.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m an amazing, giving person, I know. Let’s go do the hacky sack toss next.”
Jeremy happily gave the panda a squeeze before he followed Michael through the crowd to the hacky sack toss booth.
It turned out they were both pretty shitty at throwing hacky sacks, though this wasn’t a particular surprise as they had tried this booth in previous years.
They both scored in the lowest point bracket and received glowstick bracelets for their trouble.
Michael wore his with the rest of his bracelets on his left wrist while Jeremy wore his on his right wrist.
They migrated to another duck booth, but this one was a game of luck instead of shooting skill. The goal of the game was to get a certain number of points by flipping three ducks over, the ducks having numbers on their bottoms.
Michael managed to get three ducks that all had ones on them.
“Rotten luck.” the attendant told him, giving him a sheet of unicorn stickers.
Jeremy, on the other hand, landed a solid seventeen, which won him a unicorn backpack. He blanched when he saw what he had won, but accepted the backpack from the attendant all the same. He turned to Michael who took a step back and held up his hands.
“You’re not pawning it off on me.” he looked down at the backpack then back up to Jeremy and grinned. “Besides its eyes match your sweater.”
Jeremy turned it around and noted that the eyes were, indeed, the same blue of his sweater. “Fiiiine.” he said with a very put-upon sigh. He secretly was very happy he had won something and he liked the design of the unicorn, but he knew if he ever wore it and was seen by his peers he would be picked on.
Even if his previous bullies were now his friends.
He unzipped the backpack and slid the panda in so its body was inside the bag but its head stuck out, then slung it over his shoulder. He knew his other friends weren’t planning on attending the fair until the next day, so he was relatively comfortable wearing it right now, but once he got home it would probably never leave his closet shelf.
He turned to Michael again and was startled by a hand in front of his face.
Michael managed to get the unicorn sticker onto Jeremy’s cheek before he startled back. He laughed at the disgruntled look on Jeremy’s face.
Jeremy reached up to take off the sticker but Michael caught his hands first.
“No! Leave it!”
“What? No. Why would I-”
“Please.” Michael begged, making a pouty face.
“No.”
“Pweeeaassse?” he stuck out his lower lip and pretended like he was about to cry.
“Ugh.” Jeremy rolled his eyes. “Fine! I’ll leave it if you stop making that face.” he said, reaching over to poke Michael’s lower lip.
Michael immediately dropped the sad expression for a grin. “Yes! Thank you!” He came forward and for a second it seemed as if he was going to kiss Jeremy’s cheek over the sticker but instead brought him in for a hug. “I promise I’ll remind you to take it off when we get home.” He took that opportunity to slide the sheet of stickers into the backpack.
“Ok, ok. What’s next?” Jeremy asked, pushing him away.
Michael looked around until he finally found a booth they hadn’t been to. “I think the last game we haven’t done is the water shooting one.”
They made their way over and stood in the line that had formed for the booth.
The object of the game was to get the most water weight into the machine. It was a competition between five people so the line went pretty quickly.
“We should get food after this, I’m kinda hungry.” Michael said.
“Me too. Funnel cake?”
“Hell yeah! Getting anything else would be a crime against county fairs!”
“Should we get something else in addition to that or ?”
“Nah. The night is young. If the lines aren’t too long, we’ll probably be out in an hour. We could always get more food or like go to Denny’s or something.” Michael reasoned.
“You make a good point.”
“I always do.”
Jeremy stuck his tongue out at him.
Michael snorted. “Careful what you do with that tongue of yours, Jeremy. Someone might try to catch it.” he said with a wink.
The attendant calling for the next set of people drew his attention away before he could see the blush on Jeremy’s face again.
They took their positions at the water guns and thirty seconds later the game was up. They were thoroughly trounced by a little girl who looked to be about five. They were given the consolation prize of small plastic water guns.
“Hey, can we get these filled up?” Michael asked the attendant.
Jeremy was distracted from the answer by a tug on his sweater’s sleeve. He looked down to see the girl that had beat them holding the t-rex doll she had won.
“I like your backpack, mister.” She told him, smiling a blinding smile at him then running off to where her parents were waiting for her.
Jeremy smiled after her and was startled by Michael’s hand prying his water gun from his hand. He turned his attention back to Michael and was given a filled water gun.
Before he had actively made the decision, he was raising the gun and shooting water at Michael’s face, then he was booking it across the field.
“Hey that’s not fair, Jeremy!” Michael called after him.
The ensuing chase lasted five minutes, with several casualties and shoved people, before the water in their guns ran out.
When Michael finally caught up to Jeremy they were both panting heavily and Michael was holding a stitch in his side.
“How do you run that fast- you’re like a freaking gazelle!” Michael gasped out.
Jeremy gave a breathless laugh, bracing himself on his knees. “Long legs?”
“More like long-” Michael waved his hand up and down vaguely.
“Cat got your tongue?” Jeremy teased.
“I’ll get your tongue!” Michael threatened.
Jeremy snorted. “That doesn’t make any sense.”
“You know what I meant.” he complained.
Jeremy straightened up and looked around; they were on the edge of the gaming booths. “Come on let’s go get some funnel cake!” He exclaimed, grabbing Michael’s wrist and tugging him along.
“Ow my side!” Michael continued to complain, but gave up when it fell on deaf ears. Then he realized Jeremy was holding his wrist as he dragged him through the crowd.
It would be so easy for him to turn his hand over and clasp them together.
But he wouldn’t- he would be happy with the contact he was given.
They wove between people for a few minutes before they found the end of the line for one of the food kiosks that had a banner that read FUNNEL CAKE in bold red letters.
Jeremy didn’t let go of Michael’s wrist, just hopped a little in line to see over the heads to see how many people were in front of them.
Reluctantly, Michael suggested, “Hey, why don’t I go get in the drinks line and we’ll meet at one of the benches?”
Jeremy nodded. “Sounds good.”
There was a pause.
“I’m gonna need my arm back.” Michael finally remarked.
Jeremy blinked, then let go, blushing, but Michael couldn’t find it in him to make fun of him because he, too, was blushing.
“See you in a bit.”
The line for drinks was a lot longer, but took less time to get through because nothing needed to be cooked.
Michael made his way to the designated eating tent, with park benches set up in uniform rows inside.
He snagged a free table and sat down, observing the people around him.
There was upbeat music playing from somewhere he couldn’t see but he did see a group of young children at the other end of the tent dancing to it while their families ate. There were cute couples of kids probably his age wandering around being lovey dovey and feeding each other shaved ice or holding hands or taking a break to flirt with each other.
It made his heart hurt to see them.
He had been low-key pretending this was a date with Jeremy since they’d arrived but seeing what could have been (but probably wouldn’t) made him remember that this very much was not a date.
He had even convinced (and bribed) all of Jeremy’s new friends (and subsequently, his new friends, but he was still getting used to that) to go to the fair on the next night so it wouldn’t be a group outing.
Thinking about it now, he was probably being ridiculous.
Jeremy wasn’t the type of person to criticize someone for their feelings, but at the same time he was kind of transparent about his own feelings and there had been little to no indication that Jeremy was into him.
Or, rather, the signs that were there were easily construed as super close friendship.
But he was optimistic and held hope close to his chest, both in this situation and in his life in general.
And he was getting sick of hiding his feelings. It felt like he was stifling a part of himself.
Besides, life was short.
He bolstered his resolve. He would tell Jeremy.
Tonight.
“Found you!” Came a voice from behind him and he turned to see the object of his affections approaching with a plate of funnel cake.
He’d tell him.
Jeremy settled down next to him, his legs bumping against Michael's.
He’d tell him. Just... not right now.
Later.
“The lady who I got the funnel cake from gave us extra powdered sugar because she liked the unicorn sticker.” Jeremy informed him, grinning.
“Score!” Michael fist pumped.
They dug in, their fingers, the table, and their clothes quickly becoming covered in a thin layer of powdered sugar.
Halfway through, Michael glanced over at Jeremy and snorted at what he saw.
The tip of Jeremy’s nose was covered in powdered sugar like he had dipped it in.
Jeremy looked up from his piece of funnel cake. “What is it?”
Michael leaned over and licked the sugar off his nose before he could convince himself it was a bad idea.
Jeremy scrunched up his face. “What’d you do that for?”
Michael shrugged, laughing, and tried to play it off. “To see your reaction.”
“Rude.” Jeremy nudged him with his shoulder, wiping at his nose and streaking more powdered sugar across his face.
“Also your face tastes gross.” Michael told him.
“My nose, maybe. But then- you aren’t getting any sugar from me.” Jeremy joked, tapping his lips.
“You absolute heartbreaker, Jeremy Heere.” Michael clutched at his chest in mock pain.
Jeremy laughed and Michael found him joining in despite himself.
They finished up their funnel cake and drinks and headed back out of the tent, brushing all of the powdered sugar off.
“Oh! We should get our faces painted!” Michael said, spotting a smaller tent.
“Isn’t that for kids?”
“No! Well, yes. But it’s not juuust for kids.”
“Well what do you want to get done?”
Michael hummed thoughtfully as they made their way over to the tent. “Let’s get rainbows.” he said, pointing to the rainbow patch on the left shoulder of his hoodie.
“No way, man. I’m already wearing a unicorn backpack and a unicorn sticker. We’re just going to get called gay.”
“So?” Michael asked, frowning. “I am gay, remember?”
“I know that.”
“There’s nothing wrong with being gay.”
“I know that, too. I’m not saying there is- I just don’t want to be made fun of.”
“None of them are here, though.” he pointed out. “It’s just you, me, and a crowd of strangers we’re never going to see again. Loosen up.”
Jeremy bit his lip and Michael hated how much that affected him.
“You don’t have to get a rainbow. It was just a suggestion.”
Jeremy slowly shook his head. “No. You’re right. I’m being stupid and overreacting.”
“Well. It’s not unprecedented.” Michael conceded.
“I wish I could be like you, Michael.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re just… so… calm about everything.” Jeremy avoided using the word “chill” but shuddered all the same when he thought it.
Michael laughed. “I’m really not. I’m just good at hiding that I’m an anxious wreck.”
“You’re a damn professional, apparently.”
“You flatter me.” Michael grinned.
“Alright. Let’s go get our faces painted!”
In the end, Jeremy did get a rainbow, positioned so it looked like the unicorn was standing on top of it.
Michael’s rainbow came from a cloud on his cheek and went back to his ear.
Jeremy, who had finished first, put the small “sparkle” stickers that came with the unicorns around the rainbow on Michael’s face.
“Now what?” Michael asked, looking around.
“Let’s go on a ride.”
“Really? You just ate the funnel cake, you want to throw it up already?”
“We said we’d go on the boat last. No, I want to go on the ferris wheel.”
“Oh, ok. Sure.”
The ferris wheel was set a ways apart from the rest of the fair. It was nice for them to get a little fresh air away from the droves of people.
The line was virtually non-existent as it had only just turned dark.
They sat in their gondola and soon were being raised up into the night sky.
Michael swallowed heavily.
Now was the perfect time. If he could just open his mouth so he could admit his feelings.
Jeremy didn’t notice his sudden silence, awed by the sight of their town laid out before them, all sparkly eyed.
He took Michael’s breath away.
Which didn’t really help him in his mission.
Before he could tamp down on the impulse, Michael threw an arm around Jeremy’s shoulders.
“Michael?” Jeremy asked, turning away from the side of the gondola to look at him. “What are you doing?”
“Just- just let me have this for a minute before I ruin our friendship forever.”
Jeremy blinked. “Wait what?”
“Jeremy, please? Just let me have this.”
He swallowed, and Michael watched his adam’s apple bob. “Alright?”
After a few seconds, he settled back and leaned into Michael’s arm.
Michael pulled him closer until his head was leaning against his shoulder. He allowed himself to relish the giddy feeling that came with touching him. He tried to memorize everything around them, the sounds, the smells, and how it felt to hold Jeremy. He took a deep breath. “Ok.”
“Ok?”
“Yeah. Sorry I was being weird.”
But he noted that Jeremy made no intent to move away from him.
“Why would cuddling ruin our friendship?” Jeremy asked, picking at one of the patches on the hem of Michael’s hoodie. “I mean, I know we don’t very often, but I’m not against it, yanno? Is that what’s wrong?”
“No! It’s. I… I don’t just want to cuddle.”
That got Jeremy attention.
He picked his head up from Michael’s shoulder so he could look him in the eyes. “Well, what do you want, then, Michael?”
Michael bit at his lip. He could do this.
What did he want? That was easy.
“Um. W-well. I want.” he took a deep breath. “I want… you.” He flinched at the shocked expression on Jeremy’s face.
The urge to backpedal was too great so he opened his mouth again, but the sound that came out was a garbled mess because he couldn’t articulate exactly how much of a mistake it was to admit his feelings.
“Really?” Jeremy asked, eyes shining. “You’re not playing a joke on me?”
Michael clamped his mouth shut and shook his head. He was confused when a pleased smile broke out over Jeremy’s face.
“I- I want you, too.” he admitted.
“Wait- what?”
“I want you, Michael Mell.” Jeremy announced, confidently.
Michael stammered then shook himself. “Really?”
“Really. Um. I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you for a while, actually.”
“I bribed your friends to not come today.” Michael blurted.
“Why?”
“So I could pretend we were on a date.” he whispered.
Jeremy looked dumbfounded. Then he burst out laughing. His laughter was infectious and soon Michael was laughing, too. “Oh my god, Michael. You’re so extra.”
“This coming from the person who swallowed a computer so he could be cool.”
He wrinkled his nose. “True. Wait so what is the cuddling about?”
Michael smiled sheepishly. “I wanted to know what it was like to hold you in my arms once.”
Jeremy looked like he had seen an adorable kitten. “Awww. That’s so sweet.”
Michael pouted. “Don’t make fun of me.”
He shook his head. “I’m not, I swear. That’s really, genuinely, sweet.” He swore. “But you know what’s sweeter?”
“What?”
“My face.” he replied, leaning closer so he could press a chaste kiss against Michael’s lips. “Whaddaya know. You got some sugar from me after all.”
Michael stared at him for a couple seconds then burst out laughing again. “Jeremy, you are absolutely awful.”
“Shut up.”
“Make me.” He challenged.
Jeremy grabbed both sides of Michael’s face, minding the rainbow paint, and kissed him soundly.
They were still kissing a couple minutes later when there was a tap on their shoulders.
“Sorry kids, but there are other people in line.” The attendant told them.
They stumbled out of the gondola, blushing but holding hands.
“What do you want to do next?” Jeremy asked, leading Michael back to the main part of the fair.
“Find somewhere to kiss you some more?” Michael suggested, his eyes on their clasped hands. He was having a hard time believing this was really happening.
“You can keep it in your pants for another hour or two, Michael.”
“But I don’t want to.” He complained.
“Listen. This is our first official date- we are dating right?”
“Yes? Yes.”
“Our first official date- so we’re going to actually date. Not just-” he waved his hands vaguely, “-get off on each other. Plus the fair is only here for the weekend, we can do-” he waved his hands vaguely again “-whatever, anytime, all the time, now.”
“I don’t think I have the stamina for “all the time” but I’m glad you’re optimistic about our sex life.”
Jeremy rolled his eyes. “What about the petting zoo?”
“Why go to a petting zoo when you could “pet” me.” Michael replied, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Gross.” Jeremy said, shoving at Michael’s shoulder with his free hand.
“I’m dressed as a bear.” Michael told him, pointing to the bear ear headband Jeremy had put on him earlier. “What did you think I meant?” he asked, innocently.
“Now who’s being awful?”
“At least we can be awful together.”
“Together.” Jeremy repeated, nodding.
The petting zoo was swamped with children but they managed to play with a couple bunnies for a little while and Michael cooed over the goat kids in the pen over.
“Ok we can leave now,” Jeremy announced as they brushed straw off of their clothes.
“But we still haven’t done the boat ride.” Michael protested half heartedly.
“Do you really want me to throw up that much?”
“I mean, it’s funny. So yes.”
“Hmm. But Michael,” he beseeched, trailing a finger down Michael’s headphones’ cord, “we can’t make out if I throw up.”
Michael swallowed. “Good point, well made. Let’s blow this popsicle joint.” he said, grabbing Jeremy’s hand and dragging him back toward the entrance.
Jeremy smirked. “That’s not all we can blow.” he muttered to Michael so no one around them could hear.
Michael blushed and began to walk faster.
Later Michael would find Jeremy had nabbed the glowstick bracelet from his wrist, connected it with his own, and attached them to the rear view mirror in his car, but for now he was too preoccupied with Jeremy to notice much of anything much at all.
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For the fanfic ask, K (bc i know ur the fluff master so im curious if youve ever even thought up an angsty hc in ur life) and N
K: What's the angstiest idea you've ever come up with?
It’s funny, because way back when I was like 15 and writing on ff.net and forums, my most popular fic was angst. I have no idea what my angstiest idea was, though. I have been doing this for like 13 years so...
I was gonna give you some angsty ideas for BMC but they made me sad and I don’t want to think about them. My heart hurts gdi. So instead I’m going to write a brief fluff idea I had to take my mind off the angst I thought up.
Jeremy Heere has an extensive collection of cool rocks. But! He does not collect the rocks. No, instead they’re rocks that Michael has found or bought for him. He doesn’t actually know that right before they met way back when they were knee-high pink and fuzzy that Michael had watched The Pebble and the Penguin.
When he saw Jeremy playing with a pikachu doll that day in the park he knew he had to give him a rock so he spent a good half hour scouring the park for the perfect one. Eventually he finds a very smooth flat rock that’s kinda purpley and flecked under a tree. He returns to where Jeremy is still playing and sits down with him. Jeremy thinks he’s gonna bully him or take his pikachu because Michael starts with “I like your pikachu” so he like curls into a ball. But Michael just tries to look Jeremy in the eye (which involves half laying on the ground and contorting his body a little) and says he has a gift for him. He hands over the rock and Jeremy just lights the fuck up and is like “it’s warm! and it’s so pretty! are you sure you’re giving it to me?” and they start talking and become friends.
Michael starts looking for cool rocks wherever he goes because he’s so in love with Jeremy and the way he looks when Michael gives him one. Jeremy, for his part, is so in love with Michael but his self-esteem makes him unable to fathom how someone could see something so neat and think of him. He doesn’t think he deserves the gifts and he certainly doesn’t think he deserves Michael. When he gets old enough, Michael starts getting them from niche shops at the mall or online, expanding from just rocks on the ground to like specific minerals and stuff.
As a side note he probably spends a month or so researching witchcraft and paganism for stone properties and meanings and gives Jeremy protection ones and stuff like that. Jeremy, for his part, does not know their meanings and only sometimes does Michael tell him.
His favorite stone to give him is Sardonyx which symbolizes romantic love. He likes it because it has rings like a tree and which reminds him of the original rock he found under a tree. Jeremy likes it because it’s red like Michael’s hoodie.
N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?
That’s a really hard question because to some extent I’d rather other people just take all my fics away from me and write them. If there was one fic I have going right now that I had to have someone else write, it’d probably be the third one in this post because I’m terrible at smut.
If someone were to write a fic at my request, I’d probably like something with magic in it cuz I love love love magic. I’ve always liked the idea of sigils for protection and stuff but never utilized it so maybe something with that? I also really like mutual pining and fluff, the pretend relationship trope, coffee shop aus, and soulmate aus. I don’t have any actual prompt ideas but thems the things Cin likes so if I made up a prompt for someone else they’d be some combination of those things.
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