Michael Mell x Reader Imagine - Game Night
Word Count: 815-ish
Description: Y/N has developed a crush on one of her best friends, and her skills at Mario Kart aren’t helping her game at all.
Warnings: Swearing, shitty writing, Jeremy being a cockblock, making out
Notes: This is really bad still but I feel it’s a lot better than the imagine I posted yesterday so progress I guess?
Guide: Y/N = Your Name , F/B = Favorite Book, Y/N/N = Your Nickname
“Pay attention to me.” Michael sighed leaning against your shoulder. You were currently reading F/B and were so immersed in the pages that you didn’t even hear your best friend’s plea.
You had met Michael on the night of the Halloween party and had comforted him during the panic attack. You also managed to punch Jeremy in the face when you found out he was to blame for Michael’s sadness.
Luckily, after the SQUIP incident, the three of you formed your own little trio and became friends for the rest of junior year. That being said, you had begun to develop feelings for the 7/11 junkie and only had Jeremy to talk about it with. You were just as anxious and shy as he was, so the advice was small and far between.
“Hey, Y/N/N! You okay?” This made you glance into those dark brown eyes and blush. “Oh, yeah. Sorry just spaced out I guess.” You coughed praying that lamp next to you didn’t display the evident blush on your cheeks. “You’re acting really weird, let’s play some Mario Kart hmm?” He said with a questioning expression. Jeremy had been invited to a production of ‘Romeo and Juliet’ by his girlfriend Christine and had ditched the two of you on Game Night, a Friday tradition.
You weren’t as much of a gaming expert as Michael, but even Mario Kart was a challenge for you. The two of you laughed loudly as you continually crashed into the walls of the course and drove slower than anything you’ve ever seen. After the race, you glared at Michael as he poked fun at your lack of skills.
“You…you couldn’t even get past 12th place!” He exclaimed between giggles. You rolled your eyes and smacked him with a pillow that was thrown casually on the couch. Michael turned around quickly with a smirk on his face. Your eyes widened as you were smacked right back with another pillow.
“This war is not over Mell!” You exclaimed grabbing a second pillow, throwing them but missing Michael each time. “Your game is weak, Y/N.” He smiled jokingly and leapt onto the couch next to you and hitting you with yet another pillow. You fell to the ground and acted like the blow was detrimental.
“Mike, what the fuck. Are you serious?” You yelled trying to sound convincing. His funny expression immediately turned apologetic as you held your head and started groaning. “Shit! Fucking shit, I’m so sorry Y/N. I didn’t mean it, I swear.” He said bending down to help you.
You shot him a mischievous smile and pulled him to the ground next to you. He somehow rolled over and you ended up hovering over him as he was a sputtering mess. “I-I um…didn’t mean to um.” He blushed and you could see the embarrassment in his eyes.
You were a dark red as well and quickly got up off of him and apologized profusely. “Michael I…” You began. “No, it was my fault. It’s fine.” He mumbled. You were quite honestly tired of these feelings that you held back. You decided that now was the time to break out of that shell.
As Michael began to suggest another game, you stared at his adorable small smile and leaned forward. “What are you…” You ignored him and grabbed the strings of his hoodie, pulling his lips to yours.
He was surprised at first, but tangled his hands through your hair as your mouths moved in perfect sync. He tasted like Cherry slushies and marijuana, strangely an intoxicating mix. He pushed you onto the couch and hovered above your figure as you continued to kiss.
“Well this is new.”
You heard a familiar voice interrupt that caused you to jump from Michael’s grasp. There stood Jeremy Here, with a smug look on his face.
“W-What are you doing here?” You spoke up. “Play ended early, thought I would stop by and hang for a while, but the two of you seem to be doing just fine without me. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He said with a genuine smile.
As he exited the garage, you avoided Michael’s gaze. “That was…amazing.” He finally said. You smiled at his unkept appearance. His dark hair was sticking in all directions and his glasses were halfway off his face.
You reached across the couch and fixed them so they were perched on his nose. “I’ve liked you for a while now, even told Jere about it.” You said shaking your head in embarrassment.
Michael let out a small chuckle and scooted closer to you. “Same here, too much of a wuss to tell you myself I guess.” He admitted. “So? What are we now?” You asked smirking at his flustered expression.
“I guess you can call me your ‘bae-thang’ if you want.” He joked using an accent to accentuate the line. You giggled and kissed him on the cheek.
“Boyfriend will do just fine.”