uh could you do some hcs bout Michael or Connor confessing to someone they've been pining over for a while? thx fam and good luck on your portfolio!
hello !!! i hope you like these HCs!! and i m sorry they aren t very good aaaa i hope you enjoy!!! and thankyou!!!!
Please, let this boy be happy
Michael probably had a whole thing set up okay
Like either you two are downstairs, playing
video games, drinking Pepsi Crystal and he was planning on having a sleepover
He!!! Was!!! Shaking!!!!!
‘michael wth I m beating u in Mario kart u okay’
‘the student has surpassed the master’
Okay but his face would be all red and he d just
look really cute
He honestly just doesn t believe that he
deserves you and thinks that n o matter what u say, you will always be able to
find someone better and it just ???? fucks him up and scares him
But the two of you will start calming down a bit
and maybe u guys are just talking about school and he just turns to u and is
‘do u wanna share a slushie with me sometime? And
maybe go to the arcade?’
And at first ur really confused like ???? we go
to the arcade and stuff all of the time w Jeremy ??
And he sees the confusion, and he quickly adds
‘I mean without Jeremy, yknow? The two of us? And,,,
I ll pay for everything and all’
And u finally get it and !!!! ur face lights up
!!! and Michael sees ur smile and he starts smiling and!!!! He s just really
happy that ur smiling !!! and wow!!! This might work!!
U tell him that u ll totally go with him, but
only if he confirms that it is a date
And while blushing and giggling he just responds
‘it’s a date !!!’ and he s all gushy and just !!! wow u actually want to go on
a date w him!!!
U just made Michael a vvvv happy boy and he s so
in love w u ???? he ll do anything for u and will buy u all of the slushies and
honestly he just has a heck ton of tokens at the arcade take good care of him
Lbr connor would repress all of his romantic
emotions for u
U wanted to hold his hand? No big deal, not like
he felt a warm, fuzzy feeling in his stomach or anything ahhhahah what
The poor boy would sometimes be a total dick??? Just
so u don t suspect anything???
But one day the two of you are star gazing and
the moon light just looks sososo pretty reflecting in ur eyes and ur hair and u
just look so kissable and he just loses himself in ur eyes
Once u notice and look at him, he immediately
looks away and his face just explodes into a bright shade of red that the
moonlight can t show and he s so embarrassed??? Ur going to think he s a
creep?? Why would u want to date him??? Wth???
He slowly just starts yelling at himself
mentally and all of his doubts are coming back but u just kinda slide ur hand
onto his and he ??? nearly screams
The two of u just kinda sit there like that for
a bit and then connor just sputters out
‘I think I like you’
‘okay, fuck, no’
‘you don t like me?’
‘no – I do like you’
‘are you sure?’
‘why the fuck wouldn t I like you?’
And then he just goes on and o n about everything
he loves about you and he doesn t even realize but he just slowly starts adding
comments about how he doesn t get why someone as cute as you would hang out
with a fuckwad like him
And it just breaks your heart?? Bc here is this
tall, tough looking dude just g u s h I n g about everything he loves about you
and how much he despises himself and he just wants you to be happy and ???
Instead of saying anything, u just gently hold
his hand and lean ur head on his shoulder and u guys just stay like that for a
while, just in each other’s presence and just making sure that connor knows u
are here and that u are there for him
Connor is doing his best right now, and that s
all u can ask for
Author’s Note: yep, i had to do it. sorry, michael mell deserves better. also, there will be a part 2 and i mainly got the idea of this fic (and of the featured song lol) from @yikesjaredkleinman who has the coolest bmc stuff like ever. it’s epic. so thanks for that, adam xD
Pairing: Michael Mell x Heere!Reader;
Request: not requested by anyone (although requests are open!), i just had to;
Word Count: 1164;
TW: swearing as usual;
“Y/N, that’s a terrible idea,” Michael told you, raising an eyebrow. “You’re probably gonna get both of us killed.”
“Stop being so dramatic, Michael,” you replied, rolling your eyes slightly. “We are not gonna die. We’ll be fine.”
“Y/N, guys like me… We don’t do that! I can barely stand up without tripping, you’ve seen it!”
- A few months after you and Mikey start dating, you two are getting into it, heavily making out, in your room with Michael hovering above you
- As you make out with your incredibly attractive, geeky boyfriend, your hands fly everywhere
- Like, seriously, EVERYWHERE
- One hand tangles itself in Michael’s hair and the other fidgets with the hem of his iconic hoodie
- Michael hums into your kiss and takes the hand fidgeting with his hoodie and entangles your fingers together, turning the mood from downright needy to needy AND sweet
- The hand in his hair trails down to his cheek and as you both pull away for air (damn oxygen you think to yourself), you both just take a minute to stare into each other’s eyes
- Wanting to be funny, you take Michael’s glasses and put them on, gasping at how strange the world looked
- While you are marveling at how distorted the world is, Michael is now straddling you and is marveling at how sexy you look with his glasses on, accompanied by the dishevelment of your top and lack of pants (as it was hot and you say fuck pants in 100 degree weather); gLaSsEs KiNk UnLoCkEd???
- “She’s so fucking sexy” he thinks to himself
- Still with his glasses on, you wave your hand in front of his face, calling out his name
- This fucking sexy geek doesn’t fucking snap out of it, he’s just imagining all the dirty things he’s going to do to you now you woke the beast inside him
- No, literally this geeky perv is thinking of all the ways he’ll make you moan, hell even scream, his name as he does any and everything to you—of course with some glasses on (he can’t get enough now)
- Thinking of a way to snap him out of his thoughts, you reach up and once again tangle a hand in his soft, dark locks
- Asking yourself if you really want to do what you were thinking about doing, you take in a deep breath and pull. Hard
- His reaction is immediate: he groans loudly and deeply (and holy fuck did it get you going, like shit man), his jaw clenches and his eyes snap to yours
- The look in his eyes made you lose your breath. Like, it was just gone. You have never seen that look in Michael’s eyes before—the look of pure “I’m going to fuck you into this bed” radiated with such fervor that it sent a strong heat through your body
- The next few moments were a blur of searing kisses and teasing; suddenly you are on top and decided to tease your geeky boyfriend
- As you mercilessly tease Michael, his breath is erratic and he tries to calm himself down but with the way you were touching him—twas not helping
- Agonizingly, you removed his boxers just to tease him even more; after a good minute teasing him, you finally take him into your mouth and STILL insist on teasing
- Having enough of your teasing, Michael grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls not too hard, but hard enough for you
- You moan loudly against him, still in your mouth, and it causes him to moan (oh the moans); the effects are the same for you as they are for him—"fuck me into the bed, Mikey" your eyes say
- And least to say, Mikey-boy is perfectly fine with obliging and indulging you in your silent plea
- Let’s just say for the next few days afterwards, you had a hard time walking
Oh yes, I’m def writing a story with a jealous Michael who turns out to have a hair-pulling kink! Oh it’s fun
Fix It (Jelly Legs, Pt. II) – Michael Mell x Heere!Reader
Author’s Note: Part One Here! I would like to say that I’m surprised at the angsty-ish turn this took like,,, that was not my plan. But I think y’all will like it.
Pairing: Michael Mell x Heere!Reader;
Request: not specifically reqquested but that anon did ask for more michael stuff so here i am;
Word Count: 2211;
TW: swearing as usual;
“Look, it’s not what you’re
thinking, Jer.” Was the first thing any of you said after a tense moment. Michael
looked at his best friend with caution, both hands in front of his body. That
had been a specially unlucky statement, for it was probably exactly what Jeremy
was thinking. Jeremy crossed his arms and shook his head.
“It’s exactly what I’m thinking,
“We were just – ”
“Just what?” Jeremy interrupted him.
“Come on, finish that sentence. I wanna hear it.”
Warnings: Swearing (obviously, this is me here), badly written angst Word Count: About a lot, idc rn Summary: Michael is having a bad day and remembers the Squip incident when Jeremy starts acting weird for some reason. You try comforting him and he snaps at you. Hey, look, its a masterlist
“Okay,” Jeremy said to his girlfriend and friends in a hushed voice, “So I was thinking I could throw (y/n) and Michael a happy dating anniversary this weekend. Since they have been dating for a year this Saturday and it’d kinda be a way of thanking her for taking care of Michael while I was being a jerk.”
Christine smiled at her boyfriend, “That’s a sweet idea, Jeremy.”
“Yeah, I have to agree with you, Christine. That’s a totally rad idea, Jeremy,” Brooke said.
Rich nodded and agreed, “Hell yesh, dude! Do this for them! We’ll help too. I owe that headphone-wearing geek for getting rid of my Squip.”
“Yeah! We all owe Michael for even having that shit,” said Jake.
“So you guys wouldn’t mind coming over later so we can plan this out, would you?” asked Jeremy.
Shaking their heads, they all agreed, “Of course we can, Jeremy.”
Just as Jeremy was about to thank them, you and Michael walked up, holding hands. He whispered something to them and they all scattered, all except Christine. The taller geek waved at you two and said, “Michael! (Y/n)! How was your weekend?”
You laughed, “Well, I spent the weekend over at Michael’s and we only played video games and got stoned in his basement. What did you and Chrissie do?”
“We went to the movies,” Christine answered your question.
Michael smiled as he asked, “And what did you two go see?”
“It was a terrible movie, I don’t want to talk about it,” Jeremy and Christine said in unison.
“I can understand that. Sometimes a movie is just that bad.”
Jeremy looked around, like he was trying to get away from you and Michael, and sure enough you and your boyfriend noticed this. “A-anyways, Christine and I need to go to class.” He said that and then skittered off with Christine following after him.
“Well, that was weird, huh, Michael?” you asked your boyfriend, looking up at him.
A somewhat worried look crossed Michael’s face. Jeremy never did that, the only time he had was last year when he was Squipped. Oh no, is the Squip coming back? he thought to himself. He was completely lost in his thought that he didn’t hear your words.
“Michael?” you asked, waving your hand in his face.
Shaking his head, he blinked at you. “Yeah, babe?” he spoke.
“Yeah, I’m fine…” he said. “Let’s go to class.”
After a few classes, Jeremy is in the hallway with Rich and Jake, conversing with them about where they were going to have it. “So, do either one of you know where we could have this at?” He asked.
“We could have it at the park, at night. The one on the edge of town,” said Jake.
Rich nodded and continued to explain why, “Because that park is the furthest from the light pollution of this fucking place. It’s a really romantic place and I know (y/n) loves starry nights.”
Jeremy nodded, “Good, good.”
“Here comes Michael,” Rich whispered.
Michael comes bounding up to the three, saying, “Jeremy, my buddy, what were you, Jake and Rich talking about?”
Jeremy’s eyes skittered around, looking at Jake and Rich. He hesitated when he said, “Sorry, Michael, I can’t talk right now, I’m doing something with them. Come on, guys.”
The two seniors shrugged and followed Jeremy as he walked away. “Sorry, Michael. Maybe some other time.”
Okay, now Michael was getting pissed. He was beginning to suspect something was up. “Are you kidding me?” he grumbled and walked off to his next class. A class with you.
It was after you and Michael’s shared class, you noticed that Michael had seemed a bit pissed off. Like, he didn’t even kiss you on the forehead before he bolted off to his next class. Which had you worried. As you walked, lonely, to your next class, you spot Jeremy talking with Christine and Brooke. “Jeremy!” you exclaimed, walking up to him. “Hey, do you know why Michael seems so pissy?”
Turning to face you, Jeremy couldn’t look you in the eye. He seemed to shrug and say, “I dunno, (y/n). Maybe one of his classes pissed him off. Anyways, me and Chloe are doing a project for biology so I’ve got to go. Bye.”
“Oh… oooookay…?” you said as you watched him walk away. Now you were getting worried to. Turning to Christine, you asked, “Chrissie, what the fuck is going on?”
Brooke shrugged and walked off, saying she needed to go talk to Jake. Leaving you and Christine alone. The small dork laughed nervously, “N-nothing is going on, (y/n/n)! I-I, uh, gotta go talk to my math teacher!”
“The fuck is going on with our friends?” you mumbled to yourself as you walked to your next class.
Throughout the remainder of the day, Jeremy made excuses to run away from you and Michael—it had you two worried that his Squip had returned and that thought really set Michael off. He was brooding all day because of Jeremy, and you wanted to talk to him about it but Michael seemed too upset to talk about it. You were determined to talk about it after school though, on the way to his house.
When the bell rang to dismiss school, you bolted to Michael’s last class. Michael walked out of the classroom and ignored your smiling face. “Hey, Michael, how was class?” you asked.
“It was boring,” came his hardened answer. He was walking rather quickly to his PT Cruiser, you followed after him on his heels. Unlocking his car, he grumbled, “Get in the car, (y/n).”
“Okay, okay. I’m coming, Michael,” you said, throwing your backpack in the back of his PT Cruiser.
Turning on his car, Michael started the trek to his house.
The ride was utterly silent—neither you nor Michael spoke the whole ride. Michael was getting more and more angry the longer he thought about what Jeremy was doing that whole day. You noticed your boyfriend’s anger and you reached over and touched his shoulder, to which he angrily shoved your hand off. That was unusual for him, usually if he was upset, he would want you to comfort him. That was how it had been for the past year you two had been dating.
Once you and Michael reached his house, you two went to his room and he was still brooding and simmering in anger. You touched his shoulder again and this time said, “Michael, do you want to talk about it?”
“What is there to talk about, (y/n)?” growled Michael.
Your face softened as you said, “There’s a lot to talk about, Michael. Jeremy was making excuses to get away from us. I know you’re thinking that maybe his Squip somehow got reactivated, because I’m worrying the same thing. Please, just talk to me.”
“You don’t know what I’ve been through! You don’t understand what happened!” Michael finally snapped.
“I may not know what exactly you were going through, but Michael, I was there to help you through it! I know the effect Jeremy ignoring you had on you! Don’t tell I don’t know that! I just want you to talk to me about today! Because I’m worried about Jeremy, too, just li—”
Michael hissed, cutting you off, “You don’t understand how much I care about Jeremy, (y/n)! I care more about him than you could ever!”
You recoiled, tears swelling in your eyes. “Where the fuck did this come from, Michael! Of course I don’t care about Jeremy more than you, I just got close to him when we started dating! Don’t be an asshole, I just want to help you through this, because as I said earlier, I’m also worried that his Squip came back. Is it so difficult for you to talk about it? I know you’re probably having flashbacks to what happened last year but who was there to listen to you? Me! So let me do it again! Tell me what’s on your mind, Michael. Please!”
“You want to know what’s on my mind!” He shouted at you. You nodded your head, waiting for him to tell you. “Why don’t you stick your nose in someone else’s business?!” he finally shouted loudly.
You stared at him, tearing slipping from the corners of your eyes. Standing up, you bawled your fists up. Your voice wavered as you shouted back, “Fine! Fuck you, Michael!! Asshole!” After that you turned on your heels, you walked out of his room, down the stairs and grabbing your backpack you walked out of his front door. You slammed it shut in frustration and anger. “ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!” you screamed into the air.
Taking your phone out of your pocket, you take out some headphones and plug them into your phone. You listened to All Time Low, a band you listened to when you were angry, sad or just wanted to jam out. Tears fell onto the ground as you walked home. You kicked at the ground angrily as you walked.
A sudden depression washed over you, you and Michael had never really fought like that before. Sure you two had some minor scuffles about a date night, but they never ended in screaming like this one did. Usually they ended shortly after the conflict started, in a compromise with makeup cuddles and kisses, and definitely sushi and slushies. But this time was different, and it wasn’t going to get better today, much to your dismay.
Michael plopped onto his bed, still angry with Jeremy and you for prodding him. If you knew what he was so mad about, why were you trying to get him to talk about it? The only reason he had opened up about Jeremy last year was because you caught him in a vulnerable position, after he had a panic attack. Not that he regretted opening up to you, because it lead him to getting you as his girlfriend. But since Jeremy’s Squip was deactivated, Michael had pushed the incident to the back of his mind, where he wanted it to stay.
Now, he did admit to himself that he was a bit harsh to you. He screamed at you and that wasn’t right. But holy crap, you kept bugging him to talk to you about what was wrong, when you knew full well what was wrong. It was redundant to him and he just overcome by anger for Jeremy. So he let it out, and he could have cared less if you got hurt; he just wanted to scream at something, anything or anyone.
He put his headphones on and listened to Bob Marley as he went to get high in his basement. Once he was down in his basement, he got high and proceeded to play The Legend of Zelda: The Ocarina of Time on the N64. Michael still had on his headphones and as he listened to Marley, his anger melted away.
Several times he smiled and looked over at the empty beanbag chair where you usually sat. When he realized you weren’t there, his smile faded and he felt guilt creep up on him. “Oh… right,” he said under his breath, “(y/n) isn’t here… she left… because of me…”
Michael sat there and stared at the television screen, at the video game he was playing. He would always play that game for you at some point, because he knew how much you loved the Zelda series. A heavy feeling weighed on his heart, it felt empty without you near. What have I done? What if she doesn’t want me anymore? No, I know she loves me, she should understand why I was so mad… and why I yelled… he thought to himself.
“Maybe I should call her and apologize for yelling,” he said to himself, taking out his phone. He called you. He needed you to know that he was sorry for snapping, that he was sorry for hurting you with his words, that he loved you.
Unfortunately, you ignored his call and sent him to voicemail. Michael took a shaky breath, knowing he really messed up, and said to the voicemail, “Hey, (y/n), I just called to tell you that I’m really sorry I snapped at you. It wasn’t right of me to say the things I did. You know how much you mean to me, and that I would never mean to hurt you or your feelings. I just…” he sighed, “I just had a really bad day as you know. But, I’m sure Jeremy talked to you so you have that on me… anyways, please call me back. Please. I-I love you, (y/n).”
He hung up after that. “Shit… she didn’t even pick up. She usually always picks up…” An idea hit him and he smiled. “I can get her her favorite roll of sushi and a blue raspberry slushy! She loves those things!”
So Michael had a plan. He would surprise you with the things tomorrow when he picked you up from your house. His plan was foolproof, until he looked down at his phone and his heart sank. It was a message from you and it almost broke his heart.
From: Lover don’t come get me tomorrow, mom will take me to school and i’ll ask rich to give me a ride home
Now it was painfully clear just how much you didn’t want anything to do with Michael for now. “Oh God, no…” he muttered to himself. “I have to tell her I’m sorry… like pronto.”
Michael jumped out of his seat and ran upstairs. He put on his shoes and grabbed his keys—he was going to tell you how sorry he was, if need be he would show it. “Shit, shit, shit, I messed up,” he said to himself as he ran out the door.
You were laying on the couch, watery eyes focused on the ceiling. Of course you were still crying and upset. Your boyfriend, who was usually very loving and talkative, just snapped at you. Yes, you understood why he felt the way he felt, but you were upset with the way he snapped at you. It hurt your heart to have Michael snap at you, so you just sat there, sprawled out on the couch and crying.
He had called you and you just let it ring, not ready to talk to him. Once he left the voicemail, you did listen to it, and you almost caved and called him back. But, no, Michael needed to learn a lesson. That he can’t yell at you like he did just because you were just trying to help.
“Fuck him… that sexy, dumb nerd…” you whimpered to yourself as you rubbed your eyes. “He’s such a dork…” you sniffled.
Michael was in the store, buying the biggest bouquet of blooming roses, the cuddlest medium-sized teddy bear and the sweetest chocolate he could get. He didn’t care how much it cost, you were worth every penny. The caramel-skinned stoner wanted you to know how sorry he was for snapping so rudely at you. And that he loved you with everything in him. Having payed for everything, he grabbed the bags and ran to his car—he was ready to apologize to you.
When he got into his car, he set the stuff he bought you in the passenger seat and started the car. He was ready to fucking go to your house. And it was there he went.
Luckily your house wasn’t more than 15 minutes away from the store, so he got there rather quickly. He pulled into your driveway and turned off his car. Jumping out of his car, he grabbed everything out of the bag and bounded up to your front door. Michael still felt really guilty for snapping at you as he stared at your front door. Shifting everything into one arm, he reached out and rang your doorbell.
He definitely heard you roll off the couch and plop onto the floor, mainly because he heard you yelp out, “GOD, FUCKing SHIT!” Michael bit his lower lip as a way to stop himself from laughing. Hearing you stumble to the door, his heart fluttered as he heard the door unlock. “Who’s there?” he heard you say in a obvious post-crying voice. You opened the door and when your eyes landed on him, you went to slam the door. “Go away, Mell!” you shouted.
Michael stood there as you slammed the door in his face. It hurt him that you would do that, but he also knew he deserved it. Sighing deeply, he said, “Babe… just please listen to me… I’m really sorry that I snapped at you. Just… open the door and I promise I’ll make it all up to you.”
“I don’t want you to make it up to me, Michael. I want you to understand that it was uncalled for you to say the things you did,” you answered through the door.
“(Y/n), I am really sorry I said the things I did. They were uncalled for and I know how much they hurt you. So, please let me in so I can make up for my mistake… please. I brought a really cuddly stuffed bear, some chocolate and the ultimate flower of love. A lot of those flowers, actually,” his laugh was faintly tainted with nervousness, “to show you just how much I love you. So, will you please open the door?”
You sighed through the door, and soon, you opened the door. “Fine. You have five minutes, then I’m kicking you out. I’m still really pissed off at you,” you said, crossing your arms.
Michael stepped into your home and almost immediately, he set all of what he bought you down and grabbed you by the hand. “C’mere, babe,” he said and sat down on the couch.
“Four minutes left, Mell,” you said, rolling your eyes. You gasped in surprise as Michael pulled you down into his lap. “MICHAEL?” you exclaimed in surprise.
Wrapping his arms around your waist, he placed a kiss on your forehead. “(Y/n), I’m really sorry that I snapped at you. I said some really hurtful things and yes while I deserve you being mad at me and not talking to me for a while, I can’t live without you talking to me. You’re my girlfriend and I can’t even convey how sorry I am. I was thinking I could take you out tonight for dinner, as a means to apologize further.”
You huffed and listened to him. “I don’t think you deserve to be forgiven that easily…”
“I’m not saying that, babe. It’s easy to just say I’m sorry, but I want to show you that I’m sorry,” he said, nuzzling his face into your neck. “Because you mean the world to me and it kills me that I hurt you with my words.”
You sighed, “Oh for the love of God. You’re a fucking dork, you know that?”
He smiled at you as he answered, “Yeah, I might be, but at least I’m your dork!”
Giggling, you smiled, finally, “Good thing too, yeah? Look, I understand that you were upset about Jeremy ignoring us today, believe me, I was too. Hey, and even if his Squip does come back, we can always deactivate it again with more Mountain Dew Red. Remember, we—”
“Both stocked up on it incase something like that happened again,” laughed Michael. “How could I forget?”
“That is a good question. How could you forget, but I could also ask how you could forget to talk to me earlier, jerk!” you exclaimed, pinching Michael’s cheek.
“Ow, ow, ow!! Babe, I’m sorry,” he said, “Please let go of my cheek!”
“Only if you take me out for sushi out later. And we go to the buffet and you’re paying,” you said with a mischievous grin.
Michael laughed, “I will take that! Soooooo, am I forgiven?”
Rolling your eyes, you said, “Yeah, you’re forgiven. You’re lucky I love you so damn much!”
UGH!! THIS TOOK FOREVER TO WRITE!! Sis gave me ideas, she’s gonna be helping me from now on! We have this collaboration going on, but I ain’t sayin her name. I’ll make a second part to this. Because I just needed to post something because I felt like I was cheating y’all outta my writing before it is taking me a bit to write because I have a job now so here’s a badly written angst! I can’t stay mad at Michael long enough to make this actually heartbreaking, sooooo, here!! Hopefully I’ll have Catching Murphy, Part 8 out tonight or tomorrow, currently stumped atm, but I’ll get through it! OKAY, LOVE YOU GUYS!! KEEP BEING AWESOME!!
okay so i saw @angelkkid had made a post about needing this,,, sooo yeaa
love ya kid <33
so its a mix of “JEALOUS michael” and HAIR PULLING
Warnings: SMUTT, hair pulling, literally one cuss word,,,
“For the last time Michael, the 7/11 guy and me had no sort of ‘spiritual connection’ or whatever.” You said while trying to hold back a chuckle.
“yOU DID TOO, I SAW THE WAY HE WAS LOOKING AT YOU” He said with his face in a pillow.
You two had just finished a long day at school, so like the loving boyfriend he was, he decided to take the two of you out to the infamous 7/11 at the end of the street. He bought the two of you large cherry red slushies. While the two of you went up to pay, the checkout boy gave you a suggestive look. Michael noticed immediately and snaked his arm tightly around your waist while giving the guy a passive-aggressive death glare. You finally paid and got back into the car. The tension was real, and you could tell he was agitated. You turned up the radio and stated mindlessly humming along. When you had reached to house you both bolted into the basement and turned on every lava lamp this kid owned.
And here you two were, him silent and you eager to do something other than this.
“How do I prove to you that me and ‘minimum wage kid’ are probably never gonna see eachother again?” You whispered while hesitantly grabbing his hand. He tensed up but didn’t pull away. He lifted his head and moved closer to you slinging his arm around your shoulders. He sighed deeply and turned his head to look at you. The multiple lava lamps giving both of you brief amounts of multi colored lighting.
“Look sorry babe, I’m over it, but don’t think I wasn’t about to sock him for looking at you like that.” He cleared his throat.
“heyyyyyyyyyyy, can I still take you up on that offer?” You could practically hear the smirk in his voice.
In one swift movement you were straddling him. His hands found your waist as he pulled you closer. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He giggled but was quickly cut-off by you lips slamming into his. You two had been together for so long that you both knew what got eachother going.
Your hands immediately went to the back of his head and into his hair. You tugged. Hard. Causing a deep guttural moan into your mouth. You whimpered loudly as bit your bottom lip. You immediately allowed entrance. You tugged again, while also simultaneously grinding down onto him. He gripped on your waist even tighter. You two found a rhythm immediately. You continued to grind on him everytime you pulled his hair. You two were both on edge. You were definitely going to have hand shaped bruises on your waist tomorrow. You didn’t care. You were caught off guard when his lips attacked your neck harshly. Sucking and biting every inch of you neck. You knew what he was doing. Everytime he got jealous he would litter your neck with hickeys, as a way to say 'mine’ without words. When he finished he pulled back to admire his work. He looked beautiful. Terribly messy hair, eyes blown wide like the glow-in-the-dark stars he had on the ceiling , cherry red stained lips , and a deep crimson blush covering his cheeks. You weren’t quite sure at what point his glasses had fallen off his face but you could see them on the floor. You two were both panting and you were sure you shared his 'just made out ’ look. He smiled brightly and pulled his lips to your ear.
“ I bet 7/11 guy could NEVER do this to you” he whispered sending shivers down you spine.
I’ve Seen All I Need to See - Michael Mell Imagine
Author’s Note: Michael Mell is an adorable little dude, what a sick lad. I wanted to finally write something for this nerd, love that guy. I’m also incredibly sleep deprived. I wanted to make it gender-neutral like some of my other imagines but it’s smut and I chose a female reader. I hope that’s okay. This is my first smut btw, it’s probably shit lol.
Requested: nah, son
Warnings: swearing and smut, mentions depression
Michael Mell was one of your best friends. You, Jeremy and Michael had been inseperable since primary school when you all played Nintendo games together on the playground. The fact that all three of you had gotten Nintendo DS’s for your birthday’s the previous year made you bond immediately.
After the whole incident with Jeremy and the Squip, you and Michael drew closer. The boys had always been the closer two of your friendship but you knew it’s because they were each other’s only other friends and because they bonded over some weird shit. However, you enjoyed the new found closeness between Michael and yourself. It sucked that it had to be under such awful circumstances but it thankfully stayed the same well after the Squip ordeal was over.
Your small infatuation with Michael grew from when you were a small child with a crush on the beautiful, nerdy boy to being completely and utterly in love with him. You couldn’t help it. His caramel skin glowed in any light, making him look ethereal and his red hoodie complimented his complexion perfectly. You wanted to tell him but never had the guts to do it. Confessing was hard and if he didn’t feel the same way then you’d be over. You couldn’t be just friends with Michael, you been just friends for far too long.
You sat in lunch during one of your last few weeks of school, you were surrounded by the aptly named ‘Squip Squad’. They were a surprising group of individuals, with the likes of Rich Goranski and Chloe Valentine, the popular kids, now mixed in with Jeremy and Michael, literally the nerdiest guys you’d ever met. You didn’t mind having more friends, they were really nice under their less pleasant put on attitudes. So you sat listening to their stories and laughed along with their jokes. Looking to Michael, you smiled at him as he laughed with Jake, it was a pleasant contrast to his dip in depression a few months prior. It wasn’t fun to pull him out of it in order to save your friends from the Squip but you did it for Michael. You held him tight after the Halloween party, you comforted him when he showed up on your doorstep at two in the morning. He had fallen asleep after he poured his heart out to you. You got lost breathing in every detail of his face once more.
“(y/n), what about you?” you blinked turning to Christine, you didn’t even hear what they were talking about because you were too distracted looking at Michael, again.
“Um, about what? Exactly,” she laughed at you, her eyes flicking to Michael for the briefest second and your face flushed.
“Well, Jeremy and I were going on a date tonight and Rich and Jake invited themselves and Chloe and Brooke to go on a triple date. We were wondering if you wanted to come with, maybe you can hang out with Michael?” your face surely couldn’t have gotten redder, but it did and you looked down to where you poked at your lunch.
“But what about Jenna?” you looked to the girl in question who was looking a something on her phone.
“Oh, I’m not going,” she said without looking up from her phone, “I am busy with a family thing tonight so I said that Brooke and Chloe could go on a date without me.”
“Okay, I don’t know if I want to seventh wheel with you guys, no offence but I don’t want to look at y’all making out and being cute with each other,” you looked at Michael who was avoiding eye contact with anyone, “do you want to hang out at your place, Michael?”
His neck almost broke at how quickly he looked up at you from the other end of the table.
“Like, just us two?” you nodded and smiled at him, “er, sure, I mean pfft not like we haven’t been alone before or anything.”
Michael’s actions were weird, the dude got nervous around you sometimes but this was different. He looked genuinely scared to be alone with you and a deep feeling settled in your gut. He didn’t want to be around you.
“I mean we don’t have to, I was just asking and all. If you don’t want to hang out then I’ll just stay home. It’s not a beg deal o-,” you were cut off by a frantic Michael.
“No, no, I do want to hang out, I’ll see you at seven like usual, okay?” with that he left just as the bell rang for the last classes of the day. You hung your head as your friends got themselves ready to go to class.
“He’s in love with you,” Chloe stated matter-of-factly, looking you straight in the eye.
“I-what? NO, Michael doesn’t love me. He wouldn’t,” you paused, flustered, “would he?”
“Oh my god, it’s like so obvious,” Brooke now joined in, “even I noticed the feelings between you two and it took me three years to know I was into Chloe and Jenna.”
“I need to talk to him about all this, don’t I?” The girls nodded before waving you goodbye. You’d made it to your classes door through the conversation and entered, it was weird that Michael had run off considering you shared the class with him. However, upon entering the room you’d noticed that he wasn’t in there. You looked at Jeremy who had procured the seat next to you and he shrugged, looking at his phone he noticed a text from Michael.
“He went home,” Jeremy said to you, “I’m sure he’s fine. You could see him after school if you wanted?”
“I’ll go there after I drop you home, you still need a ride right?”
“It’s cool, Christine and I were going to go to her place so I’ll catch a ride with her. Just go see Michael,” you nodded to him and turned to see the teacher enter the room, “and please tell him.”
“W-what?” you spluttered turning red.
“You both are in love with each other and you haven’t said anything, it’s getting annoying. So, tell him and put us out of our misery.”
“Okay,” you sighed as the teacher began to talk. there was no way you were going to focus in this class so you closed your notebook and made a note to ask Jeremy for the notes later.
By the time the bell rung you’d gone over literally every different situation that could happen when you approached Michael in less than twenty minutes. You shoved your books in your locker and waved at your friends as they yelled ‘good lucks’ and ‘just fuck already’, which got Rich a slap over the head by his boyfriend. Your hands shook as you unlocked and started your car. You took three deep breaths and took off to Michael’s house.
You pulled up out the front of the Mell household and took in the lack of cars, apart from Michael’s very distinct PT Cruiser sitting in the driveway. It was now or never. Thankfully, you had a key to the house because he probably wouldn’t let you in the house. You don’t know why but you had that feeling in your gut.
You locked your car and walked to the door, raising your hand to knock on the blue-painted wood. As you suspected, there was no answer. You pulled the key from your bag and unlocked the door in front of you. The lounge room and kitchen were empty when you entered. The lights were on so you knew Michael was actually home and didn’t walk to the 7/11 down the street.
“Michael?” you called out to the empty house but got no reply, “Michael?”
You still got no answer and so moved further into the house, dumping your bag on the couch. Your ran a hand through your hair and closed your eyes. This wasn’t going to work if he was going to ignore you. A small whimper coming emanated from the basement door and you nearly broke your neck at how quickly your head moved. You held your breath for a second before you heard another one. What the hell was that? Was Michael playing some weird game that you’d not seen yet?
You moved towards the door that sat across the room and leaned your ear against it. You heard another whimper followed by a moan this time. Your breath hitched at the sound. Was Michael watching porn? You wanted to leave, you really did but you couldn’t move. Your hand moved to the handle and twisted it open. The sound emanating from the basement grew louder as you moved to the top of the steps. You shut the door behind you, gently as to not make any sudden noises. Crouching down, you looked through the railing to see Michael sitting on the couch with his back to you. He moaned loudly and threw his head back, his eyes squeezed tight. You slammed your hand over your mouth to muffle the moan that exited from your throat when you finally realised what he was doing. His head thrown back allowed you to see Michael’s hand clenched tightly around his cock.
“(y/n),” he moaned out breathily. Your heart caught in your throat, you were going to leave but you were frozen at the top of the stairs. Michael was thinking of you whilst masturbating and you didn’t know what to do. If he was thinking of you, then he obviously felt the same as your friends had said. You couldn’t help but stare at Michael in all his glory, observing the beautiful man before you. Noticing the heat pooling in your stomach and the wetness dampening your underwear, you were thankful that you worse dark jeans today. Listening to this wasn’t what you should be doing, it was definitely weird to sit and get off on this. You got up and were about to open the door when Michael’s voice got your attention.
“(y/n),” he moaned, “(y/n)? Oh my god, (y/n)!” you turned to see him scrambling to cover himself, his glasses slipping down his face, eyes wide. You walked carefully down the steps with your hands up in the air, you didn’t know why but you felt like you should. You didn’t hear him finish before so you knew that he was still hard under the small cushion he had covering his crotch.
“(y/n), I can explain,” Michael started, panicked, “it’s not what you thi-.”
“Michael, don’t even try explaining. I’ve seen all I’ve needed to see,” you took a few steps toward him and crouched down to be eye level with him on the couch. Your hand stroked his face and he visibly gulped, “I’m not mad. Kind of flattered actually.”
“But don’t you think this is weird? You just walked in on me getting off to the thought of you. I’m so in love with you but you never seem notice,” Michael’s eyes started to water and you gasped quietly. Not only did he feel the same but he thought that you didn’t and it nearly broke your heart.
“Mikey, I love you too,” that was all you could get out. Your hands shook as you caressed his jaw and stared deep into his gorgeous brown eyes, “I love you and your nerdy self. Your smile lights up any room you step into and you are so beautiful that I forget how to breathe. I can’t believe that you’re real sometimes because you’re so perfect to me. I love that you always smell like sugar, a weird natural musk that I can’t quite place and weed, obviously,” you laughed as tears began to slip down both of your cheeks, “I love that you don’t care what anyone thinks about your love for Marley and obsession with cherry slushies. You’re a massive nerd, which I adore about you. You get excited about the slightest thing that happens in your video games and this little sparkle lights up in your eye when you talk about something you love. You chew your pencils when you think and run your hair through your hair when you get nervous. You make sure that the strings of your hoodie are the same length and fidget with them when you think no one is watching. You say I don’t notice, but I know everything there is to know about you. I love you so much, Michael.”
“(y/n),” he breathed through tears. A lump settled in his throat, you’d poured your heart out to him and he couldn’t find the words to say. He wasn’t great at choosing the right words so he settled for actions. He lurched forward and kissed you, your lips met with the taste of salty tears. Michael’s hand moved to grip yours that was settled on his face, he laced your fingers together and swiped his tongue along your bottom lip. You granted him access and felt his tongue slide along yours, he tasted sweet and you moaned into his mouth.
“M-Michael,” you pulled away despite the fact that you wanted to kiss him forever, his eyes snapped open and he looked panicked once more, “I want to keep going, I really do. but I need you to say it back, I can’t pour this out to you and not hear you say it back.”
“(y/n), I love you,” he said seriously, “I love you more than anything I’ve ever known in my life. More than life itself. Im in love with you,” he kissed you again. This time it was different, it wasn’t rushed and hesitant; rather, it was soft and full of love. The passion burned between you both as he gripped the sides of your face and you pulled him close by his hoodie. You stumbled, still crouching down, so you down a hand to stop from falling. You gripped Michael’s bare thigh, his breath hitched as your nails ran down his leg.
The kiss gradually became more heated as Michael pulled you onto his lap, the pillow still covering him. Your hands slipped from his leg and face to his shoulders as you pushed his hoodie off of his arms. He never broke the kiss as he blindly pulled it off behind his back. His hands then gripped your hip and slid up under your shirt, caressing your bare skin. You bucked your hips forward in pleasure and moaned into Michael’s mouth, in turn he tightened his grip on your hips grinding you down onto the pillow over his lap. Michael pulled at the hem of your shirt gently, you moved away from the kiss to look him in the eye and pulled your shirt over your head. Michael’s mouth fell open and his eyes widened as he took in your breasts, he released a throaty moan that caused you to smile at him. He gulped and looked you dead in the eye.
“You’re sure you want to do this? We can stop, you don’t have to ya’know, have sex,” concern laced his voice and you placed a gentle kiss on his lips.
“There is no one on this planet that I’d rather be doing this with. Are you okay with this?”
“Fuck yeah I am, have you seen what I’m looking at right now? It’s perfection,” you blushed kissed him again.
You buried your fingers in his dark hair and tugged at it gently, a deep growl emanated from Michael’s throat causing you to pull away again. His eyes darkened when you tugged once more, and he made the noise again.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish, baby girl,” Michael’s voice came out husky and it sent heat to your core.
“Who says I can’t finish?” you bit his lip gently and he groaned flipping you onto your back on the couch. He pulled his shirt off and threw it off somewhere into the room. Your hands moved to stroke his bare chest but he grabbed your wrist, shocking you slightly.
“You’re wearing far too many clothes,” he growled at you.
“Why don’t you take them off then,” it came out as a statement rather than a question and you bit your lip at him.
He hastily kissed you again before moving to kiss along your jaw and down to your neck. One of his hands gripped your hip as the other moved behind your back to undo your bra. He removed it and threw it who knows where. His lips moved down your chest covering it in small bruises, he nipped at the skin of your breast before wrapping his lips around your nipple. His left hand palmed at your other breast. He continued his ministrations before swapping sides, you moaned out loud and prayed that his family hadn’t gotten home yet.
Michael’s hand slipped from your breast down to the waistband of your pants, he undid the button and slid down the zipper enough to slip his hand down into your underwear. Your heart skipped a bit as his fingers moved deftly over your clit. His thumbed circled your clit as his other fingers gently moved through your folds. His mouth let go of your breast and he pressed a kiss to your jaw.
“You’re so wet for me, baby girl,” you moaned at the feeling of his fingers and gripped his hair with one hand, pulling his head back carefully. Michael let out a groan and plunged a finger into your entrance causing you to let out a breathy moan at the feeling. Michael continued to move his finger in and out whilst placing kisses along your neck, leaving a multitude of hickeys. Michael slowly added another finger, stretching you out. His lips covered yours again and you moaned into his mouth, tugging on his hair.
“Michael,” you muttered through the kiss, “fuck me, please. I need you right now.”
“Anything for you, my love,” he pulled his fingers out of you causing you to groan at the loss. Michael got off you and moved to the other side of the basement where a set of draws sat. He dug through the draws for a second before turning back to see you on the couch. Your jeans and underwear were gone and you sat with your legs wide open touching yourself. Michael almost burst at the sight, the light from the lamp next to you cast a soft glow and you looked heavenly.
He slowly walked back to you, he rolled on the condom. He pushed your hand out of the way of your dripping pussy and dipped his head down to kiss along your knee. He had almost made it to where you needed him most but you gripped his hair and pulled his head up to look at you.
“Michael, I need you fuck me right now. No more waiting, I can’t wait anymore. I need you inside me,” you sounded more confident despite the fact that you were shaking on the inside. Michael only nodded and kissed you before lining himself up with your entrance.
Slowly, Michael slid his cock into your heat and you both moaned loudly as he bottomed out. He gave you a moment to adjust, trying against all his thoughts to pound you into the couch right then.
That was all Michael need to start moving, first he was slow but the second you tugged on his hair he lost control and picked up his speed. He took your ankle from behind his back and slipped it over his shoulder giving him a better angle to hit your g-spot. If you had less control you would’ve screamed, settling for a loud moan spurred Michael on. Your other leg wrapped around his hip pulling him closer to you. Michael’s hand moved to circle your clit, your orgasm growing in your belly.
“I’m not going to last long. Uh, fuck,” you whispered as he pound into you.
“Shit! Cum for me, baby,” was all Michael whispered to you and you released around his cock.
“Michael!” you moaned out.
“God, I love you,” he groaned into your neck.
Your walls clenched around him and with one last tug on his hair, Michael released into the condom. You rode out each other’s orgasm before Michael took off and threw out the condom. He cleaned you up with a cloth from the basement bathroom and collapsed next to you on the couch pulling you close.
“I’m so in love with you, (y/n),” Michael kissed your head and then your lips.
“I love you too, Michael,” you smiled at him and snuggled into his chest.
The next time you saw your friends it was a mess. Rich almost screamed when he saw you holding hands with Michael as you made your way into the school. But nearly fainted when he saw the hickeys that peaked out of your sweater collar.
You smiled at Michael and kissed him gently. Everything was perfect.
Sorry if this is shit, it’s so long. Seriously, this is one of the longest ones I’ve written, it’s about 3,500 words. Which is longer than some of my university assignments. It’s also like one in the morning and I should have gone to sleep already but nah, I had to write this instead.