#if you guessed mell you are correct!

[docholligay]

House in Fata Morgana: Door 6.75

I have never reviewed a visual novel before, but iscahwynn made me a very generous offer and a long line of patience, knowing that we are trying something very new. To that end: Please don’t spoil me for the game at all! If you are reading this, I have only gotten through the part written above, and I don’t want to be corrected, even if I’m wrong, even if I’ve missed something, i don’t want to have anything confirmed or denied, and I don’t need any trigger warnings or extraneous explanation. Iscah would like my pure, naive experience of the game. Thank you!

Okay so I absolutely did not make it to the next door, which is frustrating for me from a scheduling standpoint, but makes sense narratively, I should have trusted that the door situation was streamlined and that’s on me. 

So, let’s first get aside all of the notes about Morgana’s life. It much the way it frustrated me with Giselle, it frustrates me that none of Morgana’s problems can be a result of her own actions, or feelings, or whatever. I feel really fucking bad for her, but in the sort of way you do a kicked dog, not a human being you feel empathy with. She acts like a fucking saint, it is very difficult to think of that sort of person as being a fully realized human. BUT, I do love that we meet with Mell and Yukimasa and Jacopo, though of course owing to the shortness of the story but, they’re all very mustache-twirling and not nearly as interesting and layered as I found their stories within their own doors. But I think that’s fair. 

Couple standout things here for me: I am not so sure that she doesn’t have some sort of power, but I also think the argument she doesn’t is completely legitimate, and I love that! I love not really knowing, certainly not every person who ever had a torturous life and horrible death gerts to wreak fucking havoc, i’m just saying. But I love that it could just be sheer faith, in both love and hate. 

The way that she cuts herself, and people love her and praise her for it, and so she comes to cherish her hurts and cuts. Loved this as an example of the ways that, in how we online socially reward sadness and brokenness with attention, contribute to this idea of cherishing our hurts. This isn’t me saying that we should never share anything that sucks online, but I think all of us are pretty aware of how responses to a creative, or happy post can be versus a post about something bad can be, and I think that can be reinforcing, and you start to see those as immutable parts of you. Anyway, send hatemail, it’s fine. 

BUT WHAT WE’RE REALLY HERE FOR. Okay so I called Michel being Michelle but I have to confess, “Michel is a trans man” (Kinda????????? I guess???????? I don’t fucking know, he says his body is male now and that was not strictly speaking possible in 1099, so unless there was magic involved or he’s being metaphorical or something here, I have no idea what’s going on) is NOT where I expected the game to go and I am sucking my TEETH with nervousness about how they’ll handle this. All of my reticence for Michel and Michelle being the same person comes out of my fear that they will handle the gender thing so so so badly, and I still absolutely feel that way. 

I am pleased, I guess, in a narrative sense, that they have Giselle respond in a reasonable and common way for a woman of her time, and honestly, all the times she’s lived in. I expected full on “Bodies don’t matter to me <3” which does annoy me in “historical” fiction. Of course it happened, but it was not all that commonplace, and it’s just something that grates me. So even if she comes around, and I suspect she will, I’m glad we got to avoid magical cool girl from 1099 Giselle. She had a reaction that feels bad and is historically plausible as shit. We love that! Gives her room to move and makes everything feel less fake. 

Also, did Michel seriously think he was never going to have to confront this KID, COME ON. For someone who has built up a shield of never trusting anyone around yourself you sure are trusting that Giselle is going to this thing that she could not reasonably have seen coming REAL FUCKIN WELL. It’s such a part of the contradiction of Michel. He’s closed off, he’s vulnerable. He’s cruel, he’s tender. He’s intelligent, he’s A FUCKING MORON. I love him! I am going to punch him in the fucking face! 

ONTO DOOR 7 FOR REAL I GUESS

#doc plays the house in fata morgana #doc plays games #commission review

[fictionkinfessions]

☕️ here with some responses for the guesses to my guess the kin ask

https://fictionkinfessions.tumblr.com/post/685728087895343104/685700248206802944guess-the-kins-sounds-fun-imma-d

Yes! You definitely got it right :DD

1 Is Rosemary Winters

Someone in the comments of the post guessed c!Wilbur Soot for number 2 and that's also correct

3 is not Michael Mell though!! I can see why you would think that tho

#fictionkinfessions #ask response #mod party cat! #guess the name #dreamsmpkin

[davidelizabethbowiestrider]

Jealousy

(Michael gets jealous easily and has trust issues bc of Jeremy and the squip so after rich realizes this when talking about an ex, reassures Michael that he won’t leave him - prompt from @necktiesashonesiesweaterpaws )

“Okay so, I don’t want to like startle you with new and wild information, but there’s a feral looking blonde cheerleader following you, Rich.” Michael’s words are spoken softly, as though worried the girl trailing after Rich will hear him and attack, and Rich glances over his shoulder at her before returning his attention to his boyfriend, an amused look on his face. “You mean Stephanie? She’s just my ex, she moved and she’s back visiting her grandparents. Steph, Michael. Michael, Steph.” Stephanie gives Michael a little wave, and Michael edges a step closer to Rich as he eyes her up. 

“Uh. Hi.” He notes that Rich doesn’t call him his boyfriend-is he embarrassed to be dating him? He could understand why, with this perky, pretty girl standing before him. He measures himself against her physically and...well. 

She’s slim, classically beautiful. Really pretty, and she looks like she actually cares about her appearance...the same of which can not be said about himself. Rich has never mentioned this ex before; he can’t remember them dating in school, but he spent so much time in his own little bubble of two that it could have happened at any time before Jeremy had gotten his own Squip and Michael wouldn’t have noticed. 

“Hi! Richie didn’t tell me we were meeting up with a friend. Aren’t you that kid who always wore his headphones in class?” He nods, awkwardly shifting on his heels as he’s given a look over, and he can feel the jealousy bubbling in his stomach at the overly fond look Rich is giving her. 

“Yeah, that’s sure me. Antisocial Headphones Kid. I didn’t know Rich was bringing a friend along on our...hanging out time.” He glances at his boyfriend, his look fifty shades of ‘why is this cheerleader here on our date in which you promised me we’d finally be alone?’ that seems to pass right over Rich’s head. 

“I thought she could hang with us while she’s down! C’mon, Micha, it’s just for a day or two.” Rich seems excited at the prospect, flashing the widest smile Michael’s seen from him in weeks at Stephanie, and Michael suddenly feels like he’s intruding. 

Intruding on his own date.

With his own boyfriend.

Well, he’d THOUGHT Rich was his boyfriend. They’d been going out for three weeks now, and he thought things had been going great. Rich never pressured him into being social or doing things he didn’t want to do, and they snuggled and watched movies. Made out sometimes. Got a little handsy under the stairwell once or twice. But now, Rich is moving past him, offering Stephanie his arm, and Michael can’t help but notice...well. How good they look together. How Rich guides her with practiced ease, as though he were meant to be with her. He’s reminded of how awkward he is. How he can see Rich longing to go out to parties, to not be stuck sitting in a secluded basement for hours on end. How Rich has dated many, many pretty girls and could definitely date someone more attractive than Michael. 

It wouldn’t take much. Michael knows what he looks like, and it’s not like it’d be the first time he was tossed aside for a pretty girl.

Instead of bringing his thoughts on the matter up, he takes a few steps away from the duo. “Hey, actually you guys should catch up without me. I can call Jer, see if he wants to hang.” Rich frowns, and Michael waves him off with a small smile. “Really. You should spend time with your friend. It’s cool. We can hang out another day.” He turns, starts leaving and is almost past the pretzel cart when his arm is grabbed from behind, causing him to flinch. Rich releases his arm almost immediately, a confused look on his face as Micahel turned to look at him. 

“Hey, did I say something to make you think you should leave? I wanted you to stay, Michael.” Michael looks past Rich, to where Stephanie is standing awkwardly near the mall fountain, and gives a little huff. 

“Why would you want me to stay when you have her there? She’s pretty and you clearly like her enough to invite her along on our date.” Rich’s face falls, and Michael rubs his arm self consciously, gaze dropping. “I get it. She’s obviously way cooler than me, why wouldn’t you want to spend time with her instead?” Rich moves to take Michael’s hands, forcing him to look at him, and Michael sighs. “Hey, no. She’s just here for a few days, and none of her old friends have time for her while she’s down. I didn’t think when I invited her along, and I’m sorry Michael. I definitely do not want to spend time with her over you, because I really, really like you.” Michael shrugs, though he does turn his gaze to Rich instead of the white and black tiles under their feet. “Is that why you didn’t correct her when she called me your friend?” Rich’s brows furrow as he takes in the words, and he glances back at Stephanie before turning his attention to his boyfriend. 

“I didn’t think it would bother you. I’m sorry.” Michael bites his lip, and Rich tugs his hands some. “I didn’t want her to get too jealous of the fact that I’m totally dating the hottest, sweetest, coolest guy ever. She’s already totally jealous of how much I talked about you on the ride here.” Michael can help but blush at that, the thought of Rich talking about him like that to the pretty ex girlfriend still hovering around the fountain, and he gives him a half smile. 

“Oh. Well. I guess we can’t have her get too jealous or whatever.” Rich grins, wide and toothy, and pulls Michael down into a short kiss. “I can’t believe YOU were jealous, though. YOU. Michael Mell.” Michael wrinkles his nose, and Rich laughs as he wraps an arm around him. “I promise, I do not want to spend time with anyone but you. Steph is just...here for a few days. Can you try to be nice to her?” Michael sighs, but gives a nod as Rich starts to lead him back to the girl waiting for them. 

The least he can do is try.

#prompt fill #expensive headphones #rich goranski #michael mell #jealousy issues

[theplumsoldier]

SINNERMAN

Summary: y/n’s dad’s best friend is not a man of god

Pairing: negan x reader

Word count: 1549

Warnings: smut, explicit language, blasphemy, age-gap, vulgar language.

“Smells delicious, Y/N.”

Turning around you saw your dad’s friend standing with a smirk plastered on his lips, Negan’s tall frame leaning against the doorway. “Thank you. It’s almost done, just a few more minutes,” you spoke and offered him a smile when you noticed empty bottles he held by the neck in one hand.

Opening the fridge, you reached in to grab a pair of new beers. You strode towards him and took the light bottles from his hand, your fingers brushing briefly.

“How come it’s always you making dinner and not your dad?” asked Negan with a wondering curiosity and grabbed the cold beers you handed over. “Thanks, doll.”

You turned back around to look into the oven and out of the corner of your eye, you could see him opening the drawer pulling out a knife, and you heard him pop off the cap.

“Trust me, you’d rather have me make it than dad,” you chuckled thinking back to the last time your dad had cooked. Thank God it was back when your mother was still around, so she could stop him from burning down the kitchen, not to mention the entirety of the house.

“I’m sure I would,” he said and you tossed him a small grin. He enjoyed how your nose scrunched up lightly and the skin around your eyes crinkled when you smiled.

You wondered if your dad had had a rough day at work considering they were usually not drinking this much before after dinner. They were already on their third beer and Negan had only been here for an hour.

Grabbing the thermometer to check if the temperature was at what it should, you closed the oven again and pulled off the oven mitt before turning off the oven. The meat could take the excess heat as you finished up with the rest.

It was when you had just brushed your teeth and combed your hair, you heard a shattering sound from downstairs. Slowly, you put down the brush and stood up from the stool by your vanity table and made your way to the hall. You could hear Negan cussing and then remembered your dad had let him sleep on the couch. Carrying yourself down the flight of stairs, you called out his name, hardly able to see anything as the only light in the living room coming from the TV.

“Oh, hey Y/N. It was uh–just the bottle–it uh. . .” he excused and stood up. When he did, his large hand immediately went to his forehead and you thought his head was probably spinning from all the alcohol.

Walking closer to Negan you rounded the couch to see the broken bottle his finger pointed down at. A sigh escaped your lips but it was not loud enough for Negan to hear. You guessed it was Negan that had had a bad day, not your dad as you earlier had thought. Hurriedly you stepped into the kitchen to get something to clean up the mess.

“Let me,” he said and tried to get the paper towel from you. Leaning forward he attempted to get the cloth from you, but as he came closer to you, you noticed he was swaying slightly, trying to find his balance, so you steadied him by putting a hand on his chest.

“No, it’s alright. I got it,” you insisted and carefully shoved him back down and he slumped onto the couch, letting out a groan. “You just sit. I’ll take care of this.”

Crouching down, you went to dry up the liquid with the foul odor.

“Sorry I woke you up,” you heard him hum and you cast a quick look his way. You were not sure whether his somewhat painful expression was caused by guilt or the large amount of alcohol he had consumed throughout the night. You were more apt to believe the latter.

“You didn’t,” you secured him and shook your head. “How can you drink this? It smells horrible.”

“You don’t drink it because it smells good,” he grinned down at you, the light of the television reflecting in his dark eyes. “Dan’s never let you have a taste?”

“I’m not supposed to,” you shrugged and stood up before disappearing for a moment to throw out the dirty paper towel.

“And you always do what you’re supposed to?”

When you appeared again in the doorframe, Negan was watching you closely.

“Do you believe all that? Jesus dying for us, God havin’ a plan and shit, Adam and–what’s her name? Bree?”

“Eve,” you corrected with a chuckle and your eyes caught the TV. The channel seemed to depict the Garden of Eden, and you then understood what had gotten him thinking. Reaching for the remote, you turned off the low voice and the picture went black.

“Well if I wanted to explain to you that God’s the creator of all things I would say that he created the world in seven days. It does not mean that he did create the world in seven days, but it means he did create the world.” You attempted to explain, though he did not seem the least bit convinced.

After he padded the spot beside him, encouraging you to sit, a warm silence fell upon you both and though Negan’s eyes returned to the black screen in front of him, yours remained on his face, observing every movement and watching his prominent features shift. His head was battering, only in spite of the amount being “on too many”, he did not yet feel numb as alcohol used to make him.

“Why do you always have cuts everywhere?” You gesticulated to his face and his gaze returned to the window, looking all dreamy in the moonlight.

“The world is not as kind as you like to believe.”

“Someone did that to you?”

“I did something far worse to someone,” Negan replied and his jaw clenched.

Your eyebrows scrunched up as you thought about that for a second. When noticing you went quiet, he looked down at you to see your reaction and it was only then you realized what he meant.

Inaudibly gasping, you looked up to him and your eyes made contact with his dark ones.

“Have you ever touched yourself, Y/N?”

You opened your mouth before you could comprehend what had been said. "You–I. . . Wha–what?"

Negan chuckled at your reaction and his head fell back, a guttural sound booming from his mouth. You shifted in your place, eyebrows creased and eyes wide. You could feel your cheeks heat up.

"It's a simple question, doll. You don't wanna tell me, that's fine-I'm simply curious," explained he and you then managed to swallow the lump in your throat but you did not dare look into his eyes. "Ain't no sin. I think."

“If accompanied by wrong, lustful thought it can be addressed as sinful,” spoke you, uncovering a stutter.

“That was not what I asked,” was all he had to say.

Making the mistake of looking into his eyes, both the atmosphere and longlasting teasing had you going, and so you felt enchanted by the man. The unnerving intensity stirring you to answer in an uncertain voice, “yes.”

Negan hummed to himself with a slight nod and shifted in his seat. “Were you accompanied by “wong, lustful thoughts?””

This was pining and plain rude on his part, toying with you like this; had not even laid a hand on you yet. Again, you bobbed your head without thinking much and he emitted a grunting sound.

“How come?” asked he, tilting his head.

“Uh–I. . .” stammered you nervously, unsure whether you should answer. You definitely should not, although whatever bond there had been between the two of you were by now changed forever; there really was nothing stopping you except the touch of reality and what awareness you still possessed. When you felt Negan’s warm, large hand rest on your thigh you lost that too. “I. . . I was thinking o–of a man.”

You did not dare look at him but you could tell from the corner of your eye that he smirked the slightest. It was countless nights that Negan had paid you a visit in your dreams, therefore as you sat dangerously close to him, the memories of sinful moments flashed in your mind.

“What’s so wrong with that, doll?” questioned Negan, having a faint idea who it might be. His hand slid over the delicate skin of your leg and squeezed slightly, pulling at the hem of your nightgown.

“It–it shouldn’t have been–it felt. . . good.”

Negan’s head fell back as he chuckled lowly, you looked up to him with a puzzled look in your eyes, slightly embarrassed and confused what he laughed about.

“That’s sorta the point. Nothing wrong about it.”

“It’s a sin,” said you with a frown. “I shouldn’t be doing that. . . stuff.”

Negan leaned closer to you then and you looked down where his hand moved closer and closer to your sex. Finally catching your eyes, his bore into your own his a craving desire sparkling behind the dark. “If you’d let me, I’d just love to take care of you myself.”

#negan #imagine #the walking dead negan #negan twd #twd negan #negan fanfiction #twd #twd smut #twd negan smut #Jeffrey Dean Morgan #jeffreydeanmorgan #jeffrey dean morgan smut #theplumsoldier #jdm smut #jdm

[theannoyingseaweed]

A very interesting conversation.

You, looking for boyf riends rp on discord, are connected to Michael Mell

Your common tags are be more chill

looking for boyf riends rp on discord: hi?

Michael Mell: Hi

looking for boyf riends rp on discord: and now its awkward

looking for boyf riends rp on discord: ... do you have discord?

Michael Mell: Yes

Michael Mell: Do you have a penis?

looking for boyf riends rp on discord: no

looking for boyf riends rp on discord: :c

Michael Mell: Please stop being a fujoshi

Michael Mell: Gay men don't like it

looking for boyf riends rp on discord: who's fujoshi?

looking for boyf riends rp on discord: what's*

looking for boyf riends rp on discord: idk

Michael Mell: Look it up

looking for boyf riends rp on discord: ????

looking for boyf riends rp on discord: why tho?

Michael Mell: Jfc

looking for boyf riends rp on discord: i looked it up

Michael Mell: It's a girl who's obsessed with gay men/gay man relationships

Michael Mell: It also means "rotten girl"

looking for boyf riends rp on discord: i know but like....why u care?

Michael Mell: Because people like me (gay men) are freaked out by people like you (female chasers)

looking for boyf riends rp on discord: ... bro why you freaked out?

Michael Mell: Because it's creepy?

looking for boyf riends rp on discord: you confuse me

Michael Mell: How would you feel if we were creeping on lesbians?

looking for boyf riends rp on discord: how???

looking for boyf riends rp on discord: okay

looking for boyf riends rp on discord: and its not like i ship all male x male ships?

Michael Mell: Besides, why this ship? Can two men where one just happens to be gay not be friends?

Michael Mell: It's like people who force relationships on every male/female friendship

Michael Mell: Like jfc let people be friends without them being your uwu gay babies

looking for boyf riends rp on discord: no....dude....bro....you're overthinking it.

looking for boyf riends rp on discord: there is some friend ships

looking for boyf riends rp on discord: like only as friends relationship

looking for boyf riends rp on discord: why do you even care, dude?

Michael Mell: I'm really fed up with girls creeping on me and my boyfriend

Michael Mell: And any gay people

Michael Mell: We're all fed up with it

looking for boyf riends rp on discord: ...

looking for boyf riends rp on discord: you're pretty agressive, huh.

Michael Mell: Yep

looking for boyf riends rp on discord: also don't asume im a girl. i am but still

looking for boyf riends rp on discord: i might've been trans

looking for boyf riends rp on discord: trans dont have a penis

Michael Mell: Dear lord

looking for boyf riends rp on discord: ...what?

Michael Mell: If you were trans, you would have corrected me.

Michael Mell: But transgender people make up less than 1% of the population

looking for boyf riends rp on discord: it's still not nice to assume

looking for boyf riends rp on discord: also i'd say more

Michael Mell: It's not nice to appropriate sexualities

Michael Mell: And people freak out when men watch lesbian stuff

Michael Mell: But it's 110% okay for women to be obsessed with gay men?

looking for boyf riends rp on discord: what's wrong with men watching lesbian stuff?

looking for boyf riends rp on discord: even porn.

Michael Mell: Everyone flips their shit.

Michael Mell: Women call them sexist and offensive

looking for boyf riends rp on discord: ...what people are you talking to?...

Michael Mell: Neofeminists

looking for boyf riends rp on discord: ...

looking for boyf riends rp on discord: lets just agree to disagree

looking for boyf riends rp on discord: goodluck i guess? have a good day/night

Michael Mell: Have fun with your 1000 gender bullshit

#rotten girl #boyf riends #rolechat

[finnofamerica]

We Have History - Michael Mell x Reader || Part 4

Summary:  Michael finds himself unexpectedly growing close to his history tutor, who isn’t as perfect as she seems.

Word Count: 2267

|| Previous Part || Masterlist || Fandoms || To-do || Request Here || Part 1 || 

It has been two weeks since you’d begun tutoring Michael and, well, at least his comprehension was getting better. His retention was still a mess, but you were working on it. The two of you were halfway through a study session when Michael slammed his textbook closed.

    “Let’s go do something,” Michael stood, stretching, his textbook abandoned on your bed.     “Michael, we have to study.” You reminded,     “You never do anything fun,” Michael pointed out, “Honestly Y/n, when was the last time you let yourself do something besides work.”

You kept silent. He was right, of course. After all, it’s been years since you allowed yourself to have fun.

    ‘You’re right,” You admitted softly, a little ashamed.     “Of course I’m right!” He exclaimed, grabbing your arm and dragging you from the bed. Before you could protest you were already in the passenger seat of Michael’s PT Cruiser.

Michael kept his eyes on the road for the most part, but the look in your eyes was magnetizing. There was a light in your eyes similar to the one you got when you talked about music. You were looking out across the street lights with child-like joy like you were seeing all of this for the first time. You danced in your seat to whatever song was on the radio. Michael was completely unaware of the growing smile on his face.

It wasn’t long before he was pulling into the very familiar parking lot of his favorite late-night restaurant.

    “Where are we?” You asked, the curiosity in your e/c eyes, making them irresistible.     “Getting some essentials,” Michael said simply, hopping out of the cruiser. You followed close behind.     “Sushi?” You rose a brow     “Hell yeah man. Sushi is bomb!” He beamed excitedly. “Have you tried it?”     “I’m not too keen on the idea of eating raw meat.” You shrugged.     “That's fair.” Michael nodded. You patted your pockets and sighed.     “I don’t have my wallet.” You cursed at yourself, continuing to pat the pockets where your wallet should’ve been as if it would magically appear.     “It’s fine, I’ll pay.” Michael offered.     “I can’t do that to you,” You shuffled awkwardly. Nobody ever really spent money on you and the attention was making you feel awkward. Finally, you added; “I’d feel bad.”

You looked so small in that moment. You didn’t even have a jacket because he was pulling you out of the apartment before you could think to grab one.

    “It’s my fault that you don’t have your wallet. Besides, I’m pretty sure my mothers would put me back up for adoption if I didn’t offer to pay.” He beamed. The little bubble of laughter that came from your throat was like music to his ears. You stared skeptically at him for a second.     “Okay, you caved, “Only if you’re absolutely sure.” He just smiled more and lead you into the restaurant.

    “Hello Michael,” The cashier greeted him with a smile and a wave.     “Hi, Benji.” Michael waved back.     “The usual?”     “No, actually, can I get an order of crab rolls and …”     “Chicken teriyaki?”     “And an order of chicken teriyaki.”     “Eating in?” Benji asked.     “No, we’ll take them to go.”

While the orders were being cooked, or not cooked in Michael’s case, you wandered the room looking at all the art. Michael watched as you wandered distractedly, bumping into a table and proceeding to apologize to the table. He smiled and shook his head,

    “You two look cute together.” Benji’s sudden voice caused Michael to jump.     “We aren’t together.” Michael corrected.     “A shame. You coulda fooled me.” Benji shrugged. “Here’s your food.”     “Thanks, Benji.” Michael grabbed the bag from him. “Have a nice night.”

     “Yeah you too, uh.”

You jumped at the feeling of someone’s hand on your shoulder.

    “Sorry if I startled you,” Michael apologized, looking at the waterfall painting that you had been running your fingers along the edge of the canvas.     “It’s beautiful,” You said finally.     “Yeah,” He agreed, “I, um, I got the food.”

You looked at the bag, then back at him.     “Are we going somewhere else?”     “Two more stops, probably.” Michael guessed. The smile that came to your face was dangerous.     “Okay, where to next Mikeybear?” You wiggled your eyebrows playfully.     “Oh c’mon, not you too,” He groaned, but his heart swelled. God, you’re such a dork.     “Mmn, I think I like it.” You teased. Michael just shook his head again, a smile on his face.     “Whatever y/n/n-kins,” He shot back.     “Oof I hate it,” You grumbled, “Where to next?”     “We,” He gestured between the both of you, “are getting slushies.”

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    “Oh my god, Y/n, why would you mix them?!!” Michael let out an appalled gasp.     “Because is good Michael,” You grinned like it was the most obvious thing in the world.     “Sin. You’re a sinner.” He joked.     “I heard the sinners have more fun anyway.” You winked at him as the both of you brought your slushies to the counter. He snorted at your innuendo causing you to burst into a fit of laughter. He paid the cashier and the two of you walked out to his car together.     “Where to next?” You grinned, slushie in hand, warm food in your lap.     “Arcade.” He pulled away from the 7/11 parking lot.     “I’ve never been to an Arcade before.” You admitted, taking a tentative sip of your slushie. You didn’t want to freeze your brain.     “Okay, that is an actual crime.” Michael scoffed.     “Is it gonna have like, Pac-man? Or the motorcycle racing games? Or Air hockey!!!!”     “You’ve really never been?”     “Honest to god, Mikey.” You confessed.     “You’re playing all the games tonight. You don’t have a choice.”

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    “C’mon Y/n/n, just try it.” Michael held one of his crab rolls out to you with his chopsticks. You wrinkled your nose as you decided. You both settled at a table in an abandoned corner of the arcade.     “You aren’t obligated to like it, just try it.” He urged but didn’t want to force you to do something you didn’t want to do. He, however, wasn’t expecting you to eat it right out of his chopsticks like a food stealing Gull. Your cheeks puffed out as you chewed it carefully.     “It’s not bad,” You decided after you swallowed. “5/10 would eat again. You want a bite of my teriyaki? Bite-for-a-bite, quid-pro-quo?” You grabbed a piece of chicken with your chopsticks and held it out to him. When he didn’t take it you resorted to another tactic.     “Here comes the airplane,” You swooped your chopsticks toward him, careful not to lose the piece of chicken. He rolled his eyes at you with a smile, taking the chicken from your chopsticks as you had done to his.     “Y’know, the sooner you finish eating the sooner we can play games?” He rose a brow at you.     “I know, but I’m trying to enjoy this. It’s been so long since I’ve had something besides processed mac and cheese.” You hummed.     “Why don’t you ever use the record player in your room?” Michael asked suddenly, like the thought just popped into his head and he hadn’t the chance to hold it back.     “It was my dad’s.” You said softly, looking up to Michael with sad e/c eyes. He nodded for you to continue. “He and my mother divorced when I was little and I lived with him for the majority of that time. In the eighth grade, my dad, he was a mechanic, and, well, there was an accident at work and my dad was caught underneath a car. It crushed most of the bones in his body. The doctors tried to operate, but there wasn’t much they could do.”     “And now you’re stuck with your mother?” He asked.     “Pretty much. She had an accident when I was little and never really got stable. That’s why my parents got divorced. We always thought she’d get better but she never did. It’s whatever, I’m moving in the spring anyway.”     “What’s wrong with her?”     “She tore the ligaments in her knee and got addicted to the painkillers she was taking for her treatment. She can’t hold a job, and she seeks out random men for stability and validation.” You scratched your arm awkwardly. It was nice to share your situation with someone besides Jared for once, but you worried that Michael might change his views about you.     “I don’t like your mother,” Michael decided after a moment of pause.     “Me neither,” You laughed closing your, now empty, to go box “Let’s go do something stupid. It is, after all, a Friday night.”     “Now you’re speaking my language Y/n/n-kins,” Michael beamed, offering his hand to help you up. As soon as your garbage was trashed the two of you ran around playing as many games as you could. Two-player games were Michael’s favorite; you’d squeal, and squeak, and curse to yourself as the both of you tried to beat the level.

God, every single excited giggle and squeal was worth it; To Michael, your excitement was so worth failing his next history test. Not even his high made him feel as warm and full as this. Every time you gave him that dorky, ear-to-ear, beaming smile he felt like his heart was going to explode, and suddenly he understood why Jeremy never shut up about Christine.

    “Hey, kids! We're closing!” The manager yelled over to you. You pouted as the two of you walked back out to his car in the chill of the night.     “What time is it?” You yawned. Michael yawned as he dug his phone out of his pocket.     “Half past midnight,” He informed. You shivered running your hands over your bare arms.     “I don’t think I wanna go home yet.” You admitted. This was your first taste at freedom in years and you were relishing in it.     “I might have one more place that we could go.” Michael offered, sending a quick text to his Momma so she wouldn’t worry.

You know how they say you should never go hiking at night? Hahahahahah, yeah so every cell in your body was screaming Wrong Turn at you as you clung to Michael’s arm, trying to ignore the chill that settled into your bones.

    “Are you sure this is safe?” You questioned. It was a pretty open space at the top of the hill, and you could easily drive up to the top, but your fears were getting the best of you.     “We are only a 10-minute walk from the Cruiser. I have my phone and you have yours. There is literally no place to hide on this hill. We’ll be fine,” Michael assured. “Besides, once we get to the spot it’ll be worth it.”

It was worth it indeed; it was quiet as the two of you sat in the dark, breathing in the cold morning air. The lights of the city twinkled at the bottom of the hill, no noise around but the light wind, the sound of your breathing, and the soft quiet melody coming from your phone.

    “What was your dad like?” Michael asked out of the blue.     “My dad was a happy guy, his coworkers were like family to us. My father loved bowling and music, we used to go to this jazz club and talk about what we liked. We used to go out for breakfast with his best friend, John, and his son Jared. After the accident, John actually tried to get custody of me, but the court wouldn’t let him. I work with Jared, so they still keep tabs to make sure I’m okay. I miss my dad sometimes, especially when the woman is getting especially bad.” You explained through chattering teeth. Without any prompting, Michael scooted closer wrapping his ever-present hoodie around your shoulders and pulling you close to him. The warmth of his hoodie was completely enveloping and comforting. It still smelt faintly of weed, but also of laundry soap and old spice.

    “Won’t you get cold?” You asked, trying to give back the warm hoodie.     “Nah, I run warm.” Michael shrugged. He ran warm indeed; Michael radiated warmth better than the little space heater in your room. You leaned into to him as you stared out at the lights of the city. The cars roaming the highway reminding you of fireflies.     “This is beautiful,” You hummed.     “Yeah, it is.” Micheal smiled down at you. He’d never brought anybody here before, and it was kinda nice to have somebody to share it with.

It wasn’t until the first lights of dawn began to creep over the horizon did you finally feel like it was time to head home. Both of you snuck quietly up the stairs of the apartment, gathered Michael’s things, sneaking back downstairs to exchange goodbyes.

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I Wanna Dance With Somebody: Chapter 2- Nothing Good Ever Happens At The Mall

Story Pairings: Boyf riends, Pinkberry, RichJake

Chapter Characters: Michael Mells, Brooke Lohst, Jenna Rolan

Chapter Warnings: N/A

Story Summary: On the night of the Halloween Party, Michael is about halfway through having his infamous panic attack when Brooke comes tumbling into the bathroom, in the middle of her very own teenage angst. Michael lets her stay and the two sit in the bathtub and bond over their anger at their friends/super-mega-crushes. That’s when they get the idea to start fake dating to both get back at Jeremy and Chloe and win them over. Chaos, bonding, and gay ensue.

Authors’ Note: Chapter 2 has arrived! We hope people enjoy it! - Aly and Nik

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His phone was buzzing.

Even in his half-conscious state, Michael could register that. His tired mind immediately went to Jeremy, who was the only person who could possibly be texting him at such an early (ungodly) hour. Slowly and reluctantly, he pushed the thick covers away from his face and blindly reached out his hand to feel for his phone.

It was only when he finally got a hold of it that he realized he was also missing his glasses if the blurry screen was anything to go by. With a tired groan, he once again reached over to his bedside table, grabbing his glasses and slipping them on.

With his sight restored he could see that the messages were in fact not from Jeremy because, oh yeah, they weren’t friends anymore. Michael pointedly ignored the aching throb his heart made at this realization, instead choosing to focus on the two texts from an unknown number waiting patiently on his home screen (a very cringey picture of him and Jeremy from last year’s Halloween).

UNKNOWN: Morning ‘Boyfriend’ ;)

UNKNOWN: Got any plans for today?

Michael did a double take, rereading the messages a few times to be sure he wasn’t hallucinating.

What the fuck…?

ME: Who is this?

It took a few seconds before the three dots indicating the other person was typing popped up, quickly followed by a message.

UNKNOWN: It’s Brooke! Who else would be texting you that lolllllllll

UNKNOWN: Don’t tell me you have another fake girlfriend

Michael couldn’t help but smile down at the screen, remembering their scheme from the previous night. After finishing their slushies, Michael had dropped Brooke back at Jake’s so she could get her car (her mother’s, she’d told him after unlocking the dark cadillac), and then he had stumbled home to crash in his bed.

ME: I have five actually :)

BROOKE: Haha very funny

Before Michael could type out a reply assuring her that he was in fact a very funny person, there was a knock on his door followed by his mother’s soft voice. “Michael? You awake, honey?”

“Yeah!” He called back just as another text popped up on the screen.

BROOKE: So, plans???

“Hey mom? Is it cool if I have a friend over?”

The question seemed to be enough cause for his mom to open the door, poking her head inside his dimly lit room.

“Honey, you know you don’t have to ask if Jeremy can come over, right? He’s practically family at this point.”

Michael hoped the way he flinched at the name wasn’t all that visible and he quickly shook his head. “Not Jeremy, another friend.”

“Another friend?” The surprise in his mom’s voice was almost enough for him to be insulted. Then again, he himself never would have thought he’d be having anyone other than Jeremy coming to his house. Guess things had really changed.

“Yes mom, I do have those contrary to popular belief.” He replied before adding, “So can she come?”

“She?” His mom raised a brow, surprise written all over her face once more before she shook it off, “Sure, she can come over. Though you should probably get dressed first.”

“I will.” He assured her, picking up his phone and typing out a quick text.

MICHAEL: My house in an hour?

Exactly an hour later the sound of the doorbell rang through the house and Michael got out of his bed in a rush, hoping to answer the door before one of his moms could.

But Michael didn’t seem to be getting much of what he wanted the past few days, as when he’d made his way down the stairs he was greeted by the sound of his mom’s making small talk with Brooke.

“There he is! Michael, you didn’t mention that your friend was so pretty!” His Ma teased and Michael did his best to refrain from rolling his eyes.

“Girlfriend, actually.” Brooke corrected, smiling brightly at Michael who had instantly turned bright red at the comment.

“Michael didn’t mention that either.” His Mom said shooting him a look.

“I thought you were gay!” His Ma exclaimed, much more bluntly, never being one for subtleness.

Brooke seemed fairly amused by his mothers and he made a mental note to get back at her for this.

“Okay relax she’s not my girlfriend. I mean she is...but she’s not! I’m still very gay! We’re just….fake dating.” He tried to ignore how lame that sounded while his mothers stared at him in confusion.

“Fake dating? Why?” He sputtered helplessly at the question, looking over at Brooke to help him. She giggled, crossing the room to stand beside him and give his mothers a warm smile.

“Well you see, Michael is mad at Jeremy and I’m mad at my friend Chloe, so we decided to fake date to make them jealous,” She paused as if realizing she had forgotten something before adding in, “Oh, and the reason we’re mad at them is because we’re kinda in love with them, and they’re both acting like assh-I mean, jerks lately.”

Michael didn’t even bother to hide his grimace at her blunt honesty. He had never spoken to his Moms about his feelings for Jeremy. In fact, he had actually denied being in love with his best friend various times when they had questioned him.  He could already feel the anxiety inching through him but the laughter from his Ma managed to quickly calm his nerves over the whole thing.

“That’s great, good for you two!” She exclaimed, ignoring the look her wife shot her.

“Just be careful.” His Mom cautioned.

Be careful. Huh. Michael was pretty sure that being careful wasn’t exactly an option when you were fake dating Brooke Lohst but he nodded anyway to quell her concerns.

“Can we go upstairs now and pretend this horrible conversation, like, never happened?” Michael questioned, already beginning to tug on the sleeve of Brooke’s sweater, inching her towards the stairs.  

“Of course, let us know if you want any snacks.” His Mom responded, her smile sweet as always. His Ma wore a mischievous grin beside her and before she even spoke Michael was mentally facepalming.

“Yeah, or any fake-condoms!” She added in followed by laughter at her own very horrible joke. Michael hoped neither of his mothers saw his bright red face as he grabbed Brooke’s arm and led her upstairs. He pointedly ignored the sound of his Mom disciplining his Ma, who was giggling hysterically, on making improper comments in front of guests behind them.

“Your moms are awesome!” Brooke said as she plopped down on his bed, smile bright.

“They’re embarrassing.” He corrected her, although deep down he knew his moms were in fact very awesome. “So are you for the record. You didn’t need to tell them everything, especially the part about me being in love with Jeremy.”

He took a seat beside her, fixing her with a look to which she merely shrugged, “Honesty is very important. Plus, I’m pretty sure just about everybody knows you love him. Well...except maybe him.”  

“I’m not that obvious! And if honesty is so important, why don’t you tell Chloe about your feelings?” He questioned pointedly causing Brooke’s smile to drop, replaced with a playful frown.  

“Touché.”

“So, what’s on the agenda for today?” He inquired, watching as she stood up, beginning to look around his messy room. He felt self-conscious all of a sudden, wondering anxiously if he should have tried to clean up more before she came. Jeremy never really minded the clutter, so Michael didn’t bother with cleaning.

“Well, we need to figure out what we’re doing on Monday. I mean people are going to want a story on how we got together. We should also-” She stopped in her tracks staring into the closet that she had just curiously pulled open. “Michael what is this!!!”

“What is what?” He questioned standing up and joining her in front of the closet. It was actually fairly clean, in fact most of the stuff that probably should have been in there was laying around his room. All that was in there was his clothes.

“I can not walk into school with my boyfriend wearing this stuff. I kinda assumed you had some secretly nice clothes stashed away somewhere! Not all...this!”

“Wow, I love it when you flatter me, keep going.” He quipped playfully, too amused by her distress to actually be offended by her comment.

“Michael! This is serious. All you have is a bunch of ratty hoodies and jeans! I mean, is this seriously all you wear?”

“I feel like you don’t want me to say yes...but, yes.”

Brooke groaned, closing the closet door and leaning against it as if to keep his oh-so-hideous clothes from escaping. “Okay, new agenda. We’re going to the mall. Your wardrobe needs a serious upgrade.”

“What?! Brooke, no. Last time I went to the mall, my best friend left me for a stupid floppy disk in his brain. Nothing good ever happens at the mall!” He argued, crossing his arms defiantly.

Brooke mirrored his position and tilted her head, “Michael. I will fake-break-up with you.”

“Over clothes!?” Michael questioned, laughing in disbelief. His laughter quickly died off under the heat of Brooke’s unrelenting scowl. “Are you serious?”

“Very.”

He sighed glancing around his room in thought, avoiding her scathing eyes. “Fine. But, if I’m going shopping then you’re learning to play video games.”

“Deal.” Brooke grinned excitedly and grabbed his arm, “This is going to be so fun!”  

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Michael didn’t think he’d ever be able to look at jeans in the same way ever again. Brooke must’ve made him try on at least fifty pairs over the course of the past hour, and he wasn’t even going to mention the shirts. All of them were way too preppy for his casual tastes, and too expensive.

“You look great!” Brooke squealed, as he stared at himself in the mirror. The reflection bore no resemblance to Michael Mell, instead looking like an off-brand Jake Dillinger.

“I look like I belong in a really bad porno.” He deadpanned, watching Brooke’s face fall in the mirror.

“You look cool, which is-“

“-Exactly what I don’t want!” Michael turned to look Brooke in the eyes. “Look if this whole thing is going to work, we need to lay down some ground rules. I’m not gonna go changing myself to get people to like me. I’m not like him, I like how I am.”

Brooke considered him for a moment.

“Compromise then? You can wear hoodies or whatever, but none of those fabric scraps you call jeans.” She held out her hand to shake, and Michael took it happily. And with the compromise in place, they finally settled on a few outfits that met both of their standards. With multiple bags hanging from Michael’s arms, the two soon arrived at the food court. Brooke didn’t pause for a moment, leading him straight towards a particular eatery. As they sat in the uncomfortable metal chairs, Michael eyed the yogurt with a critical eye. He’d promised Brooke he’d try it but it just looked so… unappetizing.

“Just try it.” Brooke urged, already attacking the creamy dessert with her spoon. Michael paused, before obeying. As soon as the yogurt hit his tongue, a million bursts of flavor hit him right away. His eyes widened comically, before eagerly spooning more of the frozen dairy into his mouth.

“I can see why you like this stuff so much.” He moaned, shoveling yet another spoonful of frozen yogurt into his mouth. Brooke simply smirked triumphantly, spooning another bite into her own mouth.

“Pinkberry is, like, the greatest thing to ever exist. It beats pretty much every other frozen food or drinks.” Brooke proclaimed, ignoring the faux-scandalized gasp that escaped from his throat.

“You take that back you heathen.” He commanded, brandishing his little spoon at her threateningly. “Slushies beat this any day.”

“Never.” Brooke teased, schooling her features into a solemn frown. There was a split second of silence before the two dissolved into laughter. He didn’t know what it was about Brooke that made this so easy. The two of them were practically from different planets- different in every possible way. And yet here they were, laughing over nothing at all. As skeptical as Michael was about their ‘relationship’, he couldn’t imagine a better person to be fake-dating.

The partially muffled sound of some generic pop song that Michael couldn’t bother to remember cut through their laughter, interrupting their moment. Brooke dug a hand into her purse, pulling out her phone with ease. She glanced curiously at the screen, and her smile fell.

“What?” Michael questioned as she continued to stare at the ringing phone. Lifting himself out of the seat just enough to peek at the screen he saw Chloe’s name in big bold letters, along with a picture of her. Narrowing his eyes, he looked at Brooke’s crestfallen face with determination. “Don’t do it.”

“I know,” Brooke replied unconvincingly, still staring at the screen.

“Don’t you dare answer that phone, Brooke.” He deadpanned, watching her eyes flick up to him for a moment. “You’ll regret it if you do.”

“But-”

“No buts!” He commanded, watching as she slowly lowered her eyes to the phone again. He could see it clear as day that she wasn’t going to be able to resist answering the phone. Quicker than lightning, Michael snatched the phone from her hands, sending Chloe straight to voicemail.

“Hey! Michael, what the fuck?!” The blonde demanded angrily, trying to reach across the table for her phone. Michael held the device away from her, shoving it in his hoodie pocket swiftly. “Give me my phone!”

“Not until I can trust you not to call her back!” He told her sternly, watching Brooke’s eyes narrow. “Brooke- holy fuck!”

He hadn’t been expecting her to jump across the table, catching the attention of several shoppers. She knocked him flat on the ground, her legs straddling him on either side as her hands darted for his pocket with a steely determination. He only just barely batted them away, staring up at Brooke with a resolve just as strong. She was so much better than this, and Michael wasn't going to let her lower herself back down to Chloe’s punching bag.

“Brooke will you just- fucking chill out!” He yelled, blocking her attempts to steal back her phone. “I didn’t want to have to do this, but you leave me no choice!”

His fingers found her sides rather quickly and Michael felt no remorse as he began to tickle her aggressively. A shrill shriek escaped Brooke as she reflexively began to giggle at Michael’s attacks.

“Ohmygod please stop.” Brooke finally got out between her desperate giggles, breathing heavily when Michael slowly removed his fingers. She glared at him playfully, her eyes now full of humor. “Never do that again you dick!”

“It was for your own good!” He defended, smiling at her goofily. “You’re way too good to go back to Chloe treating you like shit. We’re gonna show her that you deserve better, that she needs to be better. Or else you’re not going back.”

Brooke blinked at him in surprise, before offering him a watery smile.  

“Thanks Michael… I mean it.”

“Glad I could help! Now can you, uh, get off me please?”

The two of them laughed as Brooke pushed off of him, opting for sitting beside him on the floor, ignoring their abandoned chairs. Neither of them noticing Jenna Rolan sitting a few tables away with a shark-like grin, a phone in hand brandished like a deadly weapon.

JENNA: O M G  CHLO ANSWER ME!

<--- Chapter One | Chapter Three --->

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* THEATRE NERD!PETER PARKER HEADCANONS .

SUMMARY : just some really cute theatre nerd!peter headcanons because i feel like if peter knew anything about musical theatre he’d be really into it PAIRING : theatre nerd!peter parker x reader WARNINGS : none, i think A/N : so this hasn’t really been edited and i may or may not switch from present-tense to past-tense like halfway through it so i’m really sorry but i hope you guys like it anyway ! and if you could send me a message if you like it ? i can be on or off anon, i just really need some encouragement right now because i have a lot of schoolwork to do and actually hearing that people like what i write takes a bit of stress away from me

- okay so i just imagine peter being like super into theatre and honestly it's just the cutest shit ever and i love and stan this concept but anyway - - you're new to midtown high, and you and michelle are, like, best friends. the two have been inseparable since birth, and have gone to the same school since preschool. so imagine your disappointment when you find out that she got accepted to midtown high, this school for geniuses that you didn't get accepted to - fast forward to the end of your freshman year, and you've finally convinced your parents to let you apply to midtown again you also may have accidentally gotten yourself into enjoying musicals, dear evan hansen specifically ( damn tumblr for introducing you to mike faist and his wonderfully amazing hair ). you were hoping for the best, but unfortunately, you were sure that the 'best' you were going to get was a letter from midtown saying something along the lines of "sorry, you didn't make it in. try again next year !" - so imagine your surprise when you get the letter from midtown in the middle of july saying that you did it. you got in - you're so excited for school to start, because even though you've only gone one school year without your michelle by your side, and even though you two saw each other practically every weekend, you missed your best friend - so now it's the very beginning of your sophomore year, and michelle's showing you around the school about half an hour before the first bell rings because a, she's your best friend, and b, she gets extra credit for doing it. even though she doesn't need the extra credit, she likes to have it anyway, for those days when she just really needs to skip school to go attend a feminist rally or a pride parade ( i see her as being like 100 % demisexual okay you can fight me on this i'll win ) - she's shown you everything except your locker so far; your classes, the cafeteria, the courtyard, the auditorium. she even shows you the fucking basement. and now your tugging her away from the chemistry lab because you only have ten minutes til class and you need to put all the extra shit you carry around in your backpack into your locker because if you don't you're sure that your back will snap in half - there are way more people in the halls now than when the two of you first got into the school. mj drags you by the sleeve of your oversized sweatshirt, towards what she says is most definitely your locker, when you suddenly stop in your tracks - there, just feet from you, is the most attractive boy you have ever seen - his hair was brown and an unruly tangle of soft curls and yeah, he was probably a little shorter than most boys your age, but did you give a shit ? the answer was no, you did fucking not - and now mj's looking at you with her eyebrow raised, before her intelligent gaze is following yours and her eyes land on peter and she knows. she fucking knows and then she's smirking so wide and she wants to laugh and you can see it out of the corner of your eye but you're too busy staring at the adorable little bean in front of you and - - and then mj's whispering in your ear, "jeez, y/n/n, drool much ?" and you nearly jump out of your skin. you want to be mad, but then she's laughing and you can't be mad at her because she's your best friend and you love her so much so instead you opt for hitting her on the arm and sending her a playful glare - "shut up !" you exclaim in a whisper, not wanting to draw the attention of mr. too cute for school. "he'll hear you !" - mj let out a breathy chuckle, before crossing her arms to stare right into your soul eyes. "so, how are you going to get past him, y/n/n ? we both know how terribly nervous you get when you have to pass people you think are exceptionally hot." - she was right. you couldn't pass by cute individuals without doing something totally embarrassing to save your own damn life. last time you had tried, you ended up in the hospital with four stitches in your lower lip and three in your chin - "i'll do what i usually do nowadays whenever i'm nervous : i'll just start singing a song from deh. i mean, it's not like he would know anything about the musical, right ? so it won't attract his attention." you nod to yourself, patting yourself on the back for coming up with such a good plan - mj opens her mouth to say something, before closing it and letting that smirk settle onto her lips again. god, did you hate that smirk - you held her gaze for a moment, looking at her warily, before turning around and marching straight forward as you began to sing a song from the dear evan hansen soundtrack; unfortunately for you, it was a song that would definitely attract attention. and you were singing it very loudly - "DEAR EVAN HANSEN, LIFE IN REHAB IS ALRIGHT," you sang. you can hear mj failing to stifle her giggles as she trails after you. "I LIKE THE YOGA, AND THE SHARING CIRCLES EVERY NIGHT" - you were passing him now, the terribly handsome boy who was still at his locker. was it just you, or did you see him turn his head in your direction from out of the corner of your eye ? - "BUT DUDE, THESE STORIES -" and that was when you heard another voice join in with yours. you look back at mj, eyebrow raised in a silent question as you continue to sing. she shook her head and points to the right of you, smirking that irritating smirk - it was him; he was the person singing along with you. your jaw drops open for half a second, before you got back to the song - "SO MANY PEOPLE END UP SUCKING DICK FOR METH !" - and your jaw stops functioning completely once jared's creepy ass laugh starts up in your head. you can't believe that he knew the song; but honestly, that just makes you like him even more - he smiles sweetly at you. "sorry if i startled you. but i just heard you singing the reprise and - well, i guess i just couldn't help myself," he apologizes, giving you a sheepish shrug. god you want to marry this adorable dork - wait, what ? - so first off, just to clarify : yes, peter is still spiderman. he is still the ultimate nerd of midtown high, and is still a chemistry whiz. he just also happens to be really into musicals and shakespeare and stuff and is really gay for michael mell and really straight for veronica sawyer. just imagine that the drama club has replaced the academic decathlon team in this au. okay, now back to the headcanons !! - "i'm peter !" he quickly adds, in response to your gaping mouth. and he sticks his hand out and waits for you to shake it, and it takes you a few seconds to process that yes, he is actually introducing himself to you, and you somehow find the strength to close your mouth. both of your hands shoot up to grasp the one he's holding out, and you manage to stammer out a "i - i'm y/n." - he gives you a smile, and it's a tad less sheepish this time. "so, you like dear evan hansen ?" - and this is when you start in on your long-ass rant about how much the musical means to you and how great it is and how you just love connor murphy and jared kleinman and alana beck with all of your nerdy little heart. and you practically completely forget that mj is even there, even though she's standing about a foot behind you two the entire time. and then the bell's ringing, and peter's asking you what your first class is, and you tell him as quickly as you can because you're hoping, just really, really hoping that you have the next class with him so that you have more time to talk about musicals during passing period. and he grins so wide when you tell him that you have ap world history for first period - the two of you head to ap world history together, and by now you've completely forgotten about mj, who watches the two of you leave with a smirk on her face. she only heads toward her own first class when the final bell rings - by the time lunch rolls around, you already know so much about peter. his favorite subject is chemistry, he has a genius level iq, he has an internship at stark industries. and he's in the drama club. he tells you that ned, the nice boy that the two of you are sitting with, is also in the drama club. ned nods along excitedly, and quickly suggests that you join the club, too - before you can say anything in response, however : "would you losers please stop trying to bring my best friend over to the dark side of the nerd moon ?" - if your guess was 'who is mj ?' then you would be correct, my friend. she's trying to look pissed but she's very clearly smirking and you think that this is the first time that you've ever seen mj fail at looking pissed when it's not solely at you - ned looks so startled and it's really funny and sad at the same time. "you have friends ??" - and now mj's actually glaring at him, and you swear that if looks could kill, ned would have dropped dead a second ago. peter looks concerned, and you don't know if it's because mj is glaring daggers at his best friend or because he knows thinks ned's hurt mj's feelings or something - "yes, i have friends, thank you very much," mj finally says, looking away from ned and rolling her eyes. "y/n/n, you aren't going to make me sit with these losers, are you ?" - you just give her an apologetic smile. she grumbles to herself for a moment, before plopping down next to you, across from ned and peter - lunch that day is spent making some pretty bad star wars puns and rapping hamilton songs, and, of course, listening to mj complain about how all of you are losers ( but you caught her smiling once or twice, and you know she enjoyed it ) - it doesn't take you very long to figure out how things work here at midtown; that meaning, you had somehow managed to befriend the two most loserest losers in the entire school ( those two losers being peter and ned, of course ). you've also found out, much to your dismay, that peter has a thing for liz allan, who not only was head of the drama club, but was also the prettiest girl at school. so much for marrying peter getting peter to like you - despite the fact that your crush's crush was head of the club, you still wanted to join; you had heard that they did a musical at the end of every year, and you really wanted to be a part of that - and so you go to beginning-or-year auditions and drag mj along with you, and you audition together, and you both get in. and you're happy, because you, ned, peter, and mj are friends now ( though you're closer with the boys than mj is. she's still pretending she doesn't like them ) and you really don't want anything else in life at the moment ( except for peter to like you instead of liz ) because you're perfectly happy the way things are - but then about a week later, peter starts acting weirder than normal, and then he's quitting the club - and then ned's starts to act odd, too. one day, and you can't help but think that it's something you did, that maybe they don't like you anymore, and despite mj trying to convince you otherwise during your lunch period, you start to really believe it - and then during gym class later that day, you hear ned saying that peter knows spiderman, queens' resident spider-themed superhero, and that gets you thinking that they didn't just start ditching you and mj because they don't like you, it's because they found someone cooler, someone who made them realize that they didn't like you. and that someone was spiderman - you and mj go to liz's party that night. she tells you that it'll be good for you, getting out of the house. says it'll keep your mind from obsessing over your 'unrequited love' for peter and your new-found hatred of spiderman - but it doesn't. it doesn't, because you see peter there, and you can tell that liz likes him, and it just makes you feel worse. and so you run out of liz's house and end up in a little corner of the front yard crying your eyes out, wishing that peter would see in you what he saw in liz - and that's how mj finds you a few hours later, except you're not crying anymore; you're passed out, snoring softly and mumbling peter's name over and over again in your sleep - fast forward a couple more weeks, and peter's joining the drama club again, just in time to for the theatre competition the club's been invited to in washington d.c. - so you hate spidey, right ? i think it'd be really great if you, like, told peter that when the drama club is at the hotel ? like maybe before liz asks peter if he wants to go down to the pool. like you knock on his and ned's door while they're still working on the suit and they have to shove everything under the bed so that you don't see it before letting you in - alternatively, they just don't let you in at all and peter opens the door and quickly steps out side and closes the door before you can see anything inside the room - and you're a little curious about it at first, but you decide to let it go, and you ask him if him and ned are alright ( "yeah, y/n/n, we're fine. you don't have to worry about us." ) and you just kind of stare into his eyes for at least thirty seconds and peter feels like you're staring down into his soul and he feels a little twinge of something but he dismisses it because the only time he's ever felt something like it is when he's with liz and no, he does not like you - and then you ask him something you've been wanting to know the answer to since you heard ned in the gym : "do you really know spiderman ?" - peter's startled, but he gives a hesitant nod, and he doesn't know why because it's not like he wants to impress you or anything, because the two of you are just friends - and then you let out a quite "oh" and his face falls because you sound disappointed and now he's disappointed anD - - "is - is that bad ?" - and you shake your head and shrug and stand there for a second before managing to get out a soft, "i don't really like spiderman. at all." - and now it's peter's turn for his face to fall because that was the last thing he had expected you to say and he wishes you hadn't said it because it makes him feel like you don't like him, and he knows it isn't like that but it is like that at the same time because him and spiderman are the same person. the only thing is that you don't know that - and he suddenly realizes that he really does like you, and he really wants to change your view of his superhero alter-ego because he can't take you disliking him, even if you didn't know it was him - and then spiderman saves you and the rest of the drama club from that elevator, and you can't decide whether you hate him more or less because on the one hand, he did save your lives, but on the other hand, he's probably so full of himself and thinks that he's just so great and you just want to punch him - so then you get back to new york ( you won the theatre competition ) and everything is kind of okay but you can't stop thinking about the conversation that you and peter had that night at the hotel, and how he looked kind of disappointed that you didn't like spiderman. you put it down to the fact that he's disappointed that one of his friends doesn't like the other ( though were the two of you really even still friends ? ) - and then a few nights after you get back, you're heading back towards your apartment complex after just stopping at the store on the way home from michelle's. and it's late but you don't mind because you've been out late in queens before and you actually really like it - and you hear a noise behind you and suddenly you're paranoid and start thinking about how you left your pepper spray at home and you wish you had it now and - - and then something human-shaped, red, and blue drops down from the lamppost above you before your eyes and you drop your groceries and let out a shriek, before the thing in front of you clamps a hand over your mouth. and that's when you realize that the thing in front of you isn't a thing, it's spiderman, and you're suddenly overcome by the urge to kick something ( preferably his head ) - after a few minutes, you hear a soft "are you going to scream ?" come from behind the mask, and you shake your head. spiderman takes his hand off your mouth, and he just stares at you for a minutes, hanging above the ground attached to his web like some kind of actual spider and it's starting to freak you out - "my friend peter parker told me you don't like me," the spider-themed hero said eventually. you can feel the heat rush to your cheeks and you suddenly wanted the ground to swallow you. sure, you didn't like him, but he was a superhero, and he could kill you in a second if he really wanted to. you just gave him a small shrug and looked away - he let out a chuckle. "i bet i can change your mind." - this, of course, piqued your interest, and you looked back up, eyebrows raised. "are you really so full of yourself that you think you can -" - it all happened too fast for you to really register but when you reached the phrase 'full of yourself,' spiderman reached up for his mask, bringing it down over his mouth, and then his nose, and his eyes, until suddenly it was peter parker hanging before you and he swung forward a little bit and then suddenly his lips are on yours and you're kissing and your eyes are wide before you melt into the kiss and reach up to cup his cheeks with your hands - don't you guys just love the wonderful spiderman upside down kisses like reall y my dudE S

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #headcanons #peter x reader #reader insert #reader insert headcanons #peter parker x reader headcanons #theatre nerd!peter #theatre nerd #peter loves theatre #like rlly loves it #theatre nerd peter parter #the reader also loves theatre #theatre nerd peter parker x reader

[docholligay]

House in Fata Morgana: The First Door--1603

I have never reviewed a visual novel before, but @iscahwynn made me a very generous offer and a long line of patience, knowing that we are trying something very new. To that end: Please don’t spoil me for the game at all! If you are reading this, I have only gotten through the part written above, and I don’t want to be corrected, even if I’m wrong, even if I’ve missed something, i don’t want to have anything confirmed or denied, and I don’t need any trigger warnings or extraneous explanation. Iscah would like my pure, naive experience of the game. Thank you!

Non-Spoilery: Holy shit, I don’t think I have consumed a visual novel with this kind of fervor. In fact, the only other visual novel I think of where I was like, ‘I have to keep reading what happens” was We Know the Devil, and while I would say that game whups on this one prose-wise (I can’t relate to a lot of what people love about WNTD, but holy shit was the prose some of the most beautiful game stuff I have ever read. I wished the whole time it was a short story or novella instead. Still do!) this one has a lot of plot driving through it and the writing is also very strong--I am used to a certain amount of ‘anime gotta anime’ writing styles, and there is none of that here. 

Spoilers below

I love a story that rewards patience. I could see some people saying that this moves too slowly, but I like to read a Meaty Tome, and so it doesn’t bother me to have to deal with a certain amount of setup, especially because I know this is a collection of short stories, sure, but it’s a collection of short stories taht are all driving at an ending. It might not even be fair to call them short stories so much as…episodes, maybe? I don’t know, they are connected but years apart. I guess i’m actually spitballing too much for having actually not played beyond chapter one. 

So i am 98.6% sure we are in England (please don’t tell me!) Given the references to the Thirty Years’ War, the Golden Age, and winter being a rainy season, all packed into one. Also Rhodes is a British name. I might be wrong but I would be surprised if I were. 

How do I organize this “progress reviewlet” or whatever I want to call it? Let’s just go with the flow.

Again, I love that this is unvoiced. It makes the game read so much more like a book to me, which makes me consume it voraciously, and also doesn’t take me out of the moment. Intensely aware that I am in the minority here, but when I’m reading something that I think probably takes place in late Elizabethan England, and I’m hearing Japanese, it takes me out of the immersion and it’s more like watching an anime, which is fine but doesn’t light up the same center of my brain, generally. Actually, the same would be true if it were English. I can’t mainline the story and let it play out in my mind the way it does when I read it. I read this like I do a visual novel, I barely pay attention to the art except in the “where is everyone standing” way, and that’s not even very helpful for this. So in reading it like a book, I feel like I saw Mell slap Nellie, I feel like I saw the light cross the White Haired Girl’s face as she failed to strangle Mell. It just makes the whole thing more immersive for me. 

Speaking of Nellie, what a wild ride that was. I mean, we knew something was going to be up with Nellie’s level of spoiled when we heard that they removed the thorns from the roses in the garden so she would never be pricked. In that moment, we learn something about the fact that Nellie doesn’t understand what consequences are, she never learns that the things we may want can hurt us. And so she keeps going for the exact things she wants, and she has no sense of danger or of the need for pragmatism, or anything beyond the desires and whims of a spoiled child. 

It truly says something about the quality of the writing that pretty much my most hated squick came up and all I could do was go, ‘Oh girl what happens next” and just kept clicking. I mean, the game very much tips its hand to it, it is not trying to shock you because that’s not the sort of game it is. It wants you to understand that this is who Nellie is and of course this is how she’s going to act. 

But for as monstrous as she is, you feel for her, or I do, when she says, not wrongly, that she was only ever, a “a doll for the family to play with” 

The idea of paintings being alive, of being changed as they are painted, that really stuck with me, and I know the painting was the small mystery within the bigger ones contained within the game, I can’t quite get anywhere with it, but I do agree that paintings have a quality of life to them. This is why it could be some future girl, it could be Nellie, it could be another person in another time. 

So witches. Let’s talk about this. I know that we have a lot of cross talk about the white haired girl, and if the white haired girl is the witch she takes herself to be or if she’s a hidden princess. And then we have the maid. These two are the unnamed characters within the story thus far, and I know they must be unnamed for a reason, but I didn’t really take the witch thing on its face until the rose turned in her hand. 

Oh, Doc, so you think there’s a real witch, and you think it’s the white haired girl? One, yes, I suppose I do and two, no, i suppose I don’t. Remember, the Maid is with her, and I’m also remembering the that the title of this game is The House at Fata Morgana, and I also know, being the one thing I know from the start being about fatas morgana, that they supposedly come from Morgan Le Fay, A WITCH. 

So, I’m wondering if the maid isn’t the witch, and if she isn’t creating all of this as an illusion, and IF she is creating all of this as an illusion, how much of it is the facts of that matter? Or the truth? Those are different things, but related. Is it all created of whole cloth? 

I mean, i feel like the game of the story has to clearly be about the White Haired girl and the Maid, I can look at a title card--OH SHIT AM I THE WHITE HAIRED GIRL?? (Please don’t tell me but do put a pin in it) that would make sense, we’re both the two unnamed characters, we’re on the title card. Hm. 

Is it better to know something, or to be happy? I mean, this is basically the core question and thesis of this segment, and it seems to lean heavily toward no. Everyone was happier not knowing, except, i do want to point out, Nellie. I’m not arguing she’d be happy knowing, she’s not, but I do want to say she would be UNHAPPY in either circumstance. 

I don’t agree with the maid that his error was his kindness. His kindness was not his fuckup. It was his desire, and his drive, that came outside of any thought of the family (especially rich considering how he lectures Nellie) to HAVE this girl who captured him in her own flame. She didn’t even mean to, like the candle means no harm to the moth. But kindness, no, kindness was not the issue. 

But I do love when she says that we have to follow the paths we’ve begun to trod down. He can’t change any of it, and so he has to go forward. 

In all, I liked this section, I have no idea how it will stack up against the others but I can see it laying building blocks for the future of the story. 

While being cautious of spoilers, please, if you have any questions, i’ll try to answer!

#Doc plays games #commission review #doc plays the house in fata morgana

[galaxygerm103]

Squiped Michael AU Ch 6

(Next chapter is the epilogue. There is fluff in this one)

Michael woke up in a hospital bed, Christine had found him in Jeremy’s room and brought him down to where Jeremy’s body was.

“Wait, where’s Jeremy!?” Michael asked and Christine sighed.

“They’re still getting water out of his lungs, he’s not dead though…” Christine said and Michael realized how sad she looked.

“You alright Christine? You look pretty down.”

“W-Well I read his letter...I never knew he cared about me like that. T-To be honest, he was one of the first people I’ve opened up to. He may never believe it but I don’t really have friend friends like you and him do. I just have acquaintances. He was my first real friend honestly.” Christine said, and for once she wasn’t upbeat or smiling, she was sad. Michael felt bad. This was all his fault. He caused Jeremy to try and commit suicide, he caused Jeremy all that stress, him. Nobody but him.

“I-I don’t deserve him as a friend anymore...I h-hurt him….he did this because I was a j-jerk to him. I let the Squip control me into h-hurting him…” Michael said, tears forming in his chocolate brown eyes.

“Don’t blame yourself. It was the Squip. That’s what caused the whole mess. Not you, not Jeremy, not even Rich. It was the Squip.” Christine said, and Michael smiled, nodding slowly. “He’ll wake up. I didn’t know he planned on doing that, did you?”

“No...I turned my phone off when he texted me that I wouldn’t have to deal with him anymore...I really hurt him…Worse than he had me. He tried to make up for it, I didn’t…” Michael whispered softly, and he turned his head when he seen a splotch of blonde and red in the door. “Rich? What are you doing here?”

“Oh, I jutht got outta the hothpital today and theen yourth and Jeremy’th carth outthide. I wath curioth ath to why you were here tho I looked for you.”

“You have a lisp?” Michael asked and Rich nodded, looking down. “Look I dunno where Jeremy is. They’re probably only letting family members into the room right now…”

“Why’th he even here?”

“He...He tried to kill himself last night…” Michael said and Rich tensed up. He remembered when he’d try to do that back in freshman year. All the more reason to apologize to Jeremy for telling him about the Squip.

Another hour passed, Rich stayed with Michael and Christine while they waited for the doctors to say Jeremy was okay. The three got along pretty well. Michael never thought he’d be friends with his best friend’s crush and his best friend’s ex-bully.

“Excuse me, you’re the boy that called about Jeremiah Heere last night, correct?” A young nurse asked and Michael nodded, sitting up when she said something about Jeremy.

“Y-Yes, is he okay?”

“Yes. He’s alive. He’s lucky you found him or else he wouldn’t have made it. He asked to see Michael Mell, is that you?”

“Yes.” Michael said, getting out of the bed and waving bye to Christine and Rich.

He followed the nurse down the hallway until they reached Jeremy’s room.

“I’ll leave you two at peace.” She said quietly, walking away and letting Michael open the door. He looked inside to see Jeremy hooked up to one of those breathing machines he forgot the name of. Jeremy seen him and his eyes widened.

“Michael, you...you came to see me?” He asked and Michael looked down and walked over to him.

“Yeah I...I have a lot to apologize for...I’m so sorry for what I did to you Jeremy...vengeance was never what I wanted but it sure was what my Squip wanted...I was the one that found you...I found your letter and I was so scared you were dead. I-I have n-never been that scared in my l-life…” Michael said, grabbing Jeremy’s hand and holding it tightly. “I-I was scared I lost you...and I d-didn’t even g-get to apolog-gize for what I did...I bet it’ll take a while before you can t-trust me again...huh?” Michael asked and Jeremy laughed slightly. “Why are you laughing Jeremy?”

“Why would I stop trusting you Michael?”

“Because I hurt you.”

“I h-hurt you and you still cared about me.” Jeremy said and Michael thought about it. Jeremy had a point. “If anything, I was scared you would kill yourself over somebody as pathetic as me…”

“Jeremy you aren’t pathetic.”

“Yes I am. I thought a supercomputer was the answer I was looking for but it wasn’t...the answer I was looking for was right in front of me my entire life…”

“What was that answer?”

“It was my player 1...will you let player 2 log back on?” Jeremy asked, tears prickling the sides of his ocean blue eyes and Michael smiled.

“Of course. I couldn’t do it without you.” Michael said, gently bringing Jeremy in for a hug, and he nuzzled himself into Jeremy’s neck gently. “I didn’t mean what I said about the world being a 1 player game...I could never get through the world alone…” Michael said and Jeremy intertwined their fingers gently and smiled.

“Hey...I understand. There are times where we can’t be together but we can think of each other to get through it...I’d never be able to live without my player 1…” Jeremy whispered, cold tears trailing down his warm cheeks.

“And I dunno where I’d be without my player 2…” Michael said, and Jeremy felt something in his emotions that he hadn’t before...it was the feeling he had with Christine but it was stronger.

“Hey Michael?”

“Yeah?”

“Who says the players have to win the prince or princess?” Jeremy asked out of the blue.

“I dunno, people I guess, why?” Michael responded with confusion.

“Why can’t player 2 be with player 1?” Jeremy asked and Michael felt his cheeks warm up when he realized what Jeremy meant.

“J-Jeremy are you...are you saying…”

“Yeah...I’ve fallen in love with player 1...with you…” Jeremy whispered, using his other hand to gently caress Michael’s soft, warm cheeks.

“Jeremy you….you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that…” Michael said, letting himself fall into Jeremy’s gentle, slightly cold hand.

“I can imagine it’s been a while.” A voice that belonged to neither of them said. Christine was standing at the doorway, recording the entire thing. Next to her was Rich, who was trying not to giggle his head off.

“It’s been a long time.” Michael said, looking back to Jeremy, getting lost in those beautiful blue eyes he stared at every day. Jeremy stared back, longing to travel into the world that was Michael’s chocolate brown eyes.

“Michael...can we upgrade from friends…?” Jeremy asked, and Michael nodded slowly.

“Of course Jeremy...I’d love that.” He replied, gently moving Jeremy’s hair out of his face to gently kiss his forehead.

“Your journey is over. Player 2 isn’t in another castle. He’s right here.” Jeremy said once Michael removed his soft lips from Jeremy’s forehead.

“You’re such a dork Jeremy.” Michael said, getting a giggle out of the younger male.

“Says the one who wanted to get the matching Pac-Man tattoos.” Jeremy replied and Michael giggled.

“Okay ya got me there Jere-Bear.” Michael said and they heard an “Awww” coming from Christine and Rich. “Do you mind?” Michael asked and Jeremy grabbed him back.

“Don’t worry about them Michael, they’re just being themselves.” Jeremy said and Michael nodded, and the two just sat there, staring into each other’s eyes, not doing anything else.

Eventually, Michael had to go. Jeremy had to stay for two more days to make sure all the water and toxins from the pills were out of his system. He waved goodbye to Michael, blowing him a small kiss as he walked out.

Everything turned out okay. Michael finally got Jeremy back, and both of them were happy, and their world was once more a two player game, and neither of them were logging off.

#bmc #be more chill #boyf riends #meremy hell #bmc meremy #jeremy heere #michael mell #fluff #fanfiction

[bemorecronch]

You Should Ask Him Out (Jared Kleinman X Gender Neutral Reader)

WARNINGS: Fluffy fluff. Swearing, Jared being awkward and weird. INCLUDING: Michael Mell from Be More Chill An anon asked for one where you worked in a nerdy store and he comes in to see you, so here it is! Every day at Hitchhiker’s Comic Books was the same. You thought it would be awesome working where you loved to shop, but all you got were parents who didn't know what they were looking for; kids who tried to steal shit; or neckbeards who thought they knew more than you. You didn't hate it, you got to read comics in your spare time and the people who you worked with were sweet. “just this.” You looked up. He was chubby with glasses and a nervous grin. In his hands was the new Saga. You smile back, “sure!” You take it from him. He looked shy and actually a little cute. You glance at the comic and notice some rips, “ah, crap. It's tore. Some kids that come in here are assholes- I'll get you a different one.” He nodded, “oh yeah, uh, OK.” You turn and step up the small ladder to reach for the spare comics. You can feel Michael; your co-worker, watching and smirking. You find what you're looking for and hand it to him, “$2.99.” You smile and he scrapes around his pocket for the money, giving it to you with a shaking hand, “here. Thanks.” He was blushing as he left the store, and you glanced over at Michael who was chuckling. “What?” You ask, he shakes his head and smiles, “he was kinda cute.” He moved closer and you rolled your eyes, “I guess.” He wriggled his eyebrows, “he was staring at your ass on that ladder.” He laughed in a sing-song voice. You smacked his shoulder, “no he wasn't!” Michael raised his hands up in surrender, “whatever. But you couldn't see him. I thought his eyes were going to bust out of his head.” You throw one of the d20’s at him and he bats it away. -- A week had past before you saw him again. He was buying a Rick and Morty issued comic. He looked up and smiled, “hi, just this one please.” He wasn't making eye contact with you and you scanned it, “it's a good one. This issue, I mean.” You comment, he nods “yeah- they're sort of getting me through the hiatus.” You smile at each other and hand him the comic. He stares at you for a second longer before someone in the queue coughed. He looked panicked, “alright, later.” He left the store and you served the next person. After the rush died down and you and Michael were alone you could here him chuckling. “You're so into that nerdy kid who comes in here.” “We work in a comic book shop Mell; you're gonna have to be more specific.” But you can feel yourself turning pink. He mimics your posture, batting his eyes, “it's a really good one. The issue, I mean.” His is voice is really high and he suddenly snaps back to himself, “that's you. That's what you sounded like.” Your eyes are wide, “no I don't!” He leans against the bench, “you should ask him out.” You scoff, maybe a little too theatrically, “I don’t even know his name.” Michael shrugged, “so ask.” - You were stocking up Pop! Figures when you see the guy walk through the door. He browsed the ones you were stocking and you look over at him, “oh, hi.” You smile. He smiles back, “these are so lame.” He commented. You glance at him, “I know. I have some at home.” You laugh. There's alarm in his eyes, “oh- no I mean- like they're cool! Whatever.” He coughed and you shook your head, “oh I'm super aware how dumb they are, don't worry.” “You were right. The Rick and Morty issue was really good.” He wasn't looking at you, but he seemed really nervous, “I know right? It's airing on Netflix in a week and I'm so ready.” God he really is cute. Nerdy and a little awkward. Your eyes drift to Michael; who's holding up a piece of paper with the words “GET SOME.” Written in sharpie. You're whole face heads up and you look away. “You ok? You look like you saw a ghost.” Jared turns behind him and Michael slams the paper on the desk before he can read it, “no! That's just my face, that's my- that's what I look like.” You babble and he cocks an eyebrow, “OK.” “So- uh, are you looking for something?” You try to change the subject and he looks away, “no I- I'm just looking.” He stumbles. You finish stocking and nod, “OK, come get me if you need me.” You go to walk back to the counter to smack Michael for the sign. “JARED!” You turn, “what?” The guy was blushing, “I said Jared. That's my name, so I… So I said it.” He stumbles out his words and you nod, “I'm (Y/N).” When he leaves without buying anything you feel yourself grinning. When Michael gives you a quizzical look you shrug, “his names Jared.” He rolled his eyes, “just know I'm not covering shifts so you can fuck in the stock room.” - The third time you saw him he buying the second issue of Saga, but you weren't serving him. You were looking for an issue of Monstress for a parent. Michael was serving him. He took one look at Jared, “you want me to go get her/him?” “What? No. Who? What?” He stammered, leaning against the counter and instantly losing his balance, trying to steady himself. Michael chuckled, “Jesus you're perfect for each other.” “What?” “Nothing.” He shakes his head and scans the comic, “but like… Is (Y/N)… Seeing anyone? Like…” “Totally single. Completely single.” Michael cut Jared off and they watch you stock up shelves, Jared glanced at him, “and you're not…” Michael shook his head, “my boyfriend might have an issue with it, so no.” Jared nodded, “not that I'm interested.” He backed away grabbing his comic, “oh sure.” Michael nodded. Jared left, blushing and smiling a little. After stocking you move back to the counter as Michael leans against the counter, “why do you look so smug?” You ask. He shrugged, “your boyfriend was asking about you.” You spin to look at him, “what? No. Who? What?” He's grinning and you have no idea why, “asking if you were single.” You browse nonchalantly through the pokèmon cards, “what did you say?” “I told him we were dating.” “WHAT?” “I'm kidding! I told him you were totally completely single.” Your eyes widen, “really dude? I sound desperate.” You place your head in your hands, “yeah well, you are. He's nice and interested. Ask him out.” You bit your lip, “yeah. Yeah. I will.” - Jared walked into the shop, greeted by Michael shouting his name to obviously let you know he was there. You slammed into the manga section in a panic and heard Michael laugh in the distance. You walk up, adjusting yourself, “hey Jared.” He smiled at you and you tried to buck up the courage. Michael took it as his queue to grab his phone and go to the back of the store. You feel your phone buzz with an alert: Text from Michael: GET SOME!!! You close your phone and look up, “I uh- and this isn't like an obligation. I don't know. I was just wondering if you wanted to go for a coffee?” You're trying so hard to sound casual, and his eyes are wide. You can feel heat rising to your face and your brain goes into over drive. He looks worried, “I uh… I can't.” He whispered, leaving and shutting the door. You want to die. You want the ground to swallow you up. You want every villain in every comic to jump off the pages and beat the shit out of you because it would be less painful. Goddamn it. Goddamn it! You put your head in your hands. Michael looked out from behind the comic stand, “shit. I… Fuck I'm so sorry. I thought…” You lean against the desk, “no it's, it's fine. I thought so too.” You looked up, “like- shit. I really… Really thought he liked me… Am I stupid?” You ask, Michael shakes his head and squeezes your arm. - Three sulky days had passed as you were over-corrected by guys in duster jackets and yellow sunglasses. Michael had cheered you up as much as he could, but you couldn't help but feel cheated. “Hi.” You look up at who had addressed you to see Jared. He doesn't have anything in his hands and he's not making eye contact. You lean back in your heels, “hi.” There's a moment of silence and you watched him take in a deep breath, “look,” he started and you held up a hand to interrupt, “it's fine. Don't- don't speak. You don't have to make it awkward. I thought there was some sort of thing between us and I was wrong. It's ok, no hard…” You were cut off when he kissed you. Leaning over the counter to get closer. His lips were a little chapped but he smelt amazing. You pulled away, “I'm so confused.” He looked down, “I am a wreck. I can't communicate and I substitute actual emotional progress for sarcasm.” He rambled off, “the only reason I can even say this is because I've been standing outside that door for 40 minutes trying to psych myself up. Nobody hot ever really looks at me… Saying no was a panic move and… And I'm sorry.” “Oh.” He looked around, “sorry for kissing you.” You smile lightly, “it's ok… So, coffee?” You ask. He's turned pink, “even after that neurotic breakdown?” You nod, “no ones perfect. Plus I can't just go around kissing customers. I think you owe me a coffee now.” You smiled and he rested on his elbows, “cool. Good. Ok. Whatever. Sure.” You lean forward, “you're being neurotic again.” “Sorry.” “I won't tell anyone. I finish at 5 if you want?” You ask, he stands up straight, “yeah. 5 sounds good.” He walked directly into a stack of comics, adjusted his glasses and walked out. After a second Michael scooted next to you, “you like a boy.” You feel like your cheeks are on fire, “shut up.” You chuckle and he nudges you, “you kissed a boy too.” You hit his shoulder, “stop.” He starts laughing, “you want to fuck the b…” “MICHAEL.” - Bonus: Michael was right, you did end up in the stock room. Michael was scarred for life.

#jared kleinman #jared kleinman x reader #DEH #dear evan hansen #bemorecronch

[acindra]

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

[dreamymonbebe]

New Writing Account!

Hello! I am @dreamymonbebe , but you can call me Mell, or Pam, whatever you please. I really enjoy writing and reading, and there is a long time that I don’t write since college took most of my time in the last few years. But now I have this urge to write and I am having really nice ideas, most come from my dreams, haha. So right now I am working on a Monsta X au story and as soon as I finish Chapter 1, I will start posting characters profile. Yeah, they will need one… I have so much details that I don’t want to leave behind. For now I am writing only about Monsta X, but I guess in the future I’ll write about BTS (because I am so in love with them right now) and other groups that I like. I am NOT taking REQUESTS guys, I would love to, but first I have to test what I can do for not disappoint any of you. I have to say that English is not my first language, so everything that I write can have mistakes and typos, so please correct me if I do any mistake. XOXO, ~ Mell

#writers #writers on tumblr #writing #writer #write #monsta x #monsta x scenarios #monsta x imagines #monsta x fanfic #monsta x au #monsta x reactions #monsta x smut #monsta x fluff #monsta x funny #jooheon #wonho #i.m #minhyuk #hyungwon #shownu #kihyun #scenarios #imagines #imagine #fanfic #fanfiction #au #reaction #kpop scenarios #kpop au

[strangerthanjonathan]

can u do 51 please? it's so pure!

51. “Stop laughing! I’m angry!”

Steve is red in the face and currently laughing so hard he was silent with his mouth hanging open in pure joy as he struggled to breathe. Jonathan had pushed him to the floor the second he’d started laughing and he’d been so weakened by his laughter he’d hit the ground instantly and had the audacity to continue laughing!

“It’s not funny!” Jonathan insists with frustration, cheeks bright red and anger simmering down into embarrassment. They had been arguing quite heatedly just a few minutes ago about Jonathan’s job, and in Jonathan’s rage he’d accidently mixed some words together…The beginning of his sentence had gone from “Well maybe” to “Mell waybe” and it had continued to come out that way when he’d spluttered three times in an attempt to correct himself. Steve’s laughter had grown into a full blown fit when he’d demanded the older to grow up and then tried to say “Honestly” and it had come out “Honest-titty”.

Jonathan was dating a five year old…

Steve is starting to catch his breath, his laughter coming back in quiet hiccups of amusement as he wipes at the stream of tears at the corners of his eyes. Jonathan sinks down onto the couch and pulls his socked feet up onto the cushions to wrap his arms around his shins. He was still angry, sometimes his words just came out so fast they jumbled together.“Jesus Christ, my stomach hurts…” Steve mumbles as he pulls himself from the floor and onto the couch. “Aw c’mon, Jonny.. You gotta admit, it was pretty funny.” He coaxes, but when he reaches out to touch Jonathan’s shoulder he jerks it away forcefully.“I’m mad at you.” He says under his breath, and Steve sighs heavily.

“I’m sorry, okay?” He offers peacefully, his hand moving down to rub at Jonathan’s back. “I know you need the job… I just miss you so damn much…” He murmurs, and Jonathan hates that he understands. He’d been working a lot to pay off hospital bills and he’d barely had time to visit Steve lately… But Steve had to understand that he had other priorities.

“If I could quit and become a house wife I would.” He snorts quietly, and Steve takes his humor as permission to scoot closer and pull him back against his chest. Jonathan leans back just a bit in his boyfriend’s embrace and sighs.

“How about I get a job after graduation with my dad, so that by the time we’re in our late twenties you can be a house husband?” Steve suggests, partly joking, partly serious. He’d do anything for Jonathan, he deserved everything and more.

“How about we both work and live in a small house so I don’t have to drown in overtime?” Jonathan mutters, and Steve nods his head before turning and kissing his cheek gently.

“I guess that means I should probably start making arrangements to tell my parents before the wedding.” He chuckles, and Jonathan lets out a surprised laugh in response. He grips the arms around his waist gently and sits quietly as Steve nuzzles at the shell of his ear and occasionally leans down to press soft kisses to the side of his neck.

“After graduation.” He concedes, and Steve hums. He still couldn’t believe how easy Steve saw a forever with him, and couldn’t even fathom that he somehow could see it too… Even with Steve muttering ‘honest-titty’ and giggling for the rest of their lives.

#stonathan #stranger things #Jonathan Byers #Steve Harrington

[libidomechanica]

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#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 5 #99 texts