#boyf riends oneshot

[junietuesday]

You asked so I’ll ask :)

👀- favorite response to one of your works

💻- three works of yours that are must reads

👎- if you could change something in one of your works, what would you change and why?

ask game here!

👀 - favorite response to one of your works

i love all of the really long detailed comments ive received on my fics, i couldnt pick any in particular. i adore comments in general ofc but the really rambly big ones are my absolute fav <3 i just love talking abt my work and hearing that other people liked it enough to want to talk abt it too!!

💻 - three works of yours that are must reads

i think i’d have to go w my three longest ones i really poured a lot of love and effort into:

carry us through winter - [e, 17k, botw] revalink going on a mini quest and having feelings along the way

Door, Weighty - [m, 10k, hades] zagreus angst abt not having a door, ft hades being abt a grade c- dad

sing the blues (and swallow them too) - [t, 12k, bmc] michael’s aroallo journey of discovery through boyf riends w benefits

all of these were me pushing my skill in terms of the length (i usually write short oneshots), portrayal of the emotional arc, and content (um. you can see the rating go up in chronological order LMAO)

👎 - if you could change something in one of your works, what would you change and why?

Definitely would change how i approached the pacing of the emotions for expiate our absence. i was tired of staring at it for hours and i kept thinking it was terrible so much of the time i was writing it that i know, i Know i rushed the emotional resolution just to be done w it. im really disappointed i rushed it when i spent so long perfecting carry us through winter, it absolutely couldve used more time to cook, but at the same time part of it is that my attempts at making the conversation more natural meant drawing the topic wayyy off course (and that section running too long) that i figured better to chop it short and keep the focus on the Other More Fun Stuff. jury’s out on whether that was the right choice but it is what it is

[an-ok-fanfic-writer]

Love Confessions : Boyf Riends

This is and really short. 

Prompt:

12. “Say it!”

T/W: none that I can think of, let me know

WC: 741

Falling in love with Jeremy shouldn’t have been this easy, but here Michael Mell was. Absolutely smitten head over heels in love with his boyfriend. There was just one thing. In the several months the two boys have been dating they had not once said the words ‘I love you’ to each other. It was such a simple phrase used so loosely these days, so why was it so hard for him to tell Jeremy that he loved him? After school one day Michael sat in a coffee shop rambling about his problems to his friend Christine. “I hate it.” Michael complained “I love him so much! I don’t know what to do!”

Christine rolled her eyes playfully and smiled at him. “Why don’t you just say it!”

“Because,” Michael said. “That isn’t heartfelt enough. It’s our first I love you. I want it to be special, no beyond special. I want it to be spectacular. I want to show him how much I care about him.”

“Well,” Christine begins “Let’s start with what you love about him”

“The fact that he’s always been there for me from the start. Since we were kids it was understood that we would always have each other's backs. Then when we finally got together he was there for me in ways he never was before. He knows me in and out and so do I.” Michael smiles like an idiot in love “He’s the only person I can wholeheartedly trust and I want him to know that.”

Michael looked up to see Christine’s soft eyes. “Tell him that.” Christine said, “Tell him exactly what you just told me.”

“Okay,” Michael said smiling at her. “Thank you Christine.”

Later that day Michael sat in his room with his boyfriend. They were both doing homework, they didn’t talk much but it was enough for them to just enjoy each other's company. That’s what Michael loved about their relationship. They didn’t need to talk or anything but just being around Jeremy was nice for him. Jeremy had this calming energy to Michael. Being around him wasn’t exhausting at all, which was nice compared to how easily tired he got when he hung out with other people. “That it.” Jeremy said out of nowhere.

“Whats up?” Michael said looking up from his notebook.

“I’m done with this.” Jeremy said “I don’t wanna do this anymore.”

“How much homework do you have left?” Michael asked smiling at his boyfriend.

“Like three more math problems.” Jeremy said looking down at a worksheet.

“Finish those and I’ll stop by seven eleven before taking you home and buy you some snacks.” Michael said looking back towards his homework trying to finish it. This seemed to give Jeremy motivation and he got back to work.

Soon enough Jeremy looked up from his worksheet with a smile. “I’m done.” he said.

“Okay.” Michael said standing up and stretching a bit. “Let’s go.” Jeremy packed his stuff up quickly as Michael put his shoes on and grabbed his keys. The pair made their way up the stairs and out the door to Michael’s car. They drove to seven eleven and got out of the car. “Get whatever you want, I’m paying.”

“You don’t have to I’ve got cash.” Jeremy said.

“Too late. I already said I’m paying.” Michael said. They entered the small liquor store and walked around getting some snacks. They laid their snacks on the counter and the cashier rang them up. Michael quickly paid before Jeremy could protest again. “Lets go,” Michael said putting an arm around Jeremy and leading him out of the small store. The drive to Jeremys was filled with lighthearted laughs that warmed Michaels.He loved seeing his boyfriend so happy, he could feel his heart swell.

Michael pulled up to Jeremy’s house “Love you, bye.” Jeremy said unbuckling his seatbelt. Michal felt like his brain was going to explode.

“What!’ Michael nearly screamed.

“Whats up?” Jeremy said thinking he had done something wrong.

“I’ve been planning this for so long!” Michael practically yelled “I’ve been working on a perfect way to tell you I love you and pour my heart out to you but then you just go out and say it so easily.” Michaels rambling was cut off with Jeremy kissing him.

“You’re so cute.” Jeremy said “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” Michael said kissing Jeremy. He really did love that nerd.

[connors-markus]

I Thought You Were Dead (Boyf Riends)

Michael paced back and forth around his basement, violently tugging at his hair as he fought back tears.

Jeremy had been gone for hours, and Michael didn’t know where he was. After he had a panic attack at school, he bolted. Michael tried looking for him in all his favorite places, but he just couldn’t find him.

Eventually, Michael got tired and sat down on the couch in front of his gaming TV. He rested his elbows on his thighs and buried his face into his hands.

“C’mon, Michael. Don’t cry. You’re better than this,” he whispered to himself through gritted teeth.

“Micha?” A soft voice came from the doorway. Michael bolted upright and turned around, seeing a flustered Jeremy standing in the door way, red-faced and as angelic as ever.

“God, Jeremy,” Michael whispered, running around the couch and tackling his best friend in a hug. By this point, he didn’t bother holding back the tears. He gripped onto his friend for dear life as he soaked his shoulder with salty tears.

“I thought you died, Jeremy,” Michael sobbed out. “Don’t ever do that again.”

“‘M sorry, Micha,” Jeremy mumbled through some tears, carefully wrapping his arms around his best friend and rested his chin on top of Michael’s head.

After a while, they both pulled back. Jeremy wiped the tears from Michael’s face whilst mumbling, “don’t cry, bubba.” Michael chuckled softly and blushed at the nickname given to him when they were in 2nd grade.

They stood there for a little bit, too close than best friends probably should’ve been.

Michael could feel Jeremy’s breath, causing a shiver to course down his spine.

God, he wanted to kiss this boy more than he wanted air.

And so he did.

It was sloppy and messy, their noses bumping into each other, but it was nothing less than perfect.

“I love you too, bubba,” Jeremy said once they pulled back. “More than anything.”

[denscomarsh]

1, 21, or 42 with boyf riends? It's totally up to you which one you use, thank you!

(How about A L L. prepare for angst™)

Twin Size Mattress

“You knocked on my door at 1 in the morning, to cuddle?” Michael was standing at his front door, squinting, in a pair of Deadpool boxers. I had gotten them for him at the end of eighth grade, right after he came out to me. They are well loved.

“That’s what I’m leading with, yes.”

“So there’s more.” Michael sighed and turned to walk up the stairs, treading lightly. His mom was a light sleeper. My voice lowered to a whisper as I followed him, pulling the door shut behind me and locking it.

“Yeah. But I don’t wanna talk about that part yet. Right now, we are talking about how cute you look right now, ya big dope.”

“Jeremy, I am highly offended but I am too tired to insult you back so instead I do this.” He slowly gave me the finger before flopping down into the bunk beds he still inexplicably owned. Michael’s an only child.

“I love you too, Mikey.” I curled around him, making sure my feet didn’t touch his. I was not in the mood for a “your feet are too damn cold, jer” exchange right now.

After a few minutes, I broke the silence.

“So. It’s almost the end of summer. I can’t believe we graduated.”

“Graduation was awesome, Jer! We got stoned in my basement.”

“Yeah, Mikey. We sure did. But the point that I’m getting to is that-” I sneezed. “Fuck, Michael when’s the last time you washed your sheets? You know I’m allergic to Footloose.”

“Footloose is allergic to you. She’s the best cat. You cannot compare.”

“I’m not a cat.”

“Yes, but you are a furry.”

“Dang it, Mikey! This is supposed to be serious.” I sat up. “Fuck it, I’m just gonna say it. I leave for college in three hours.”

Michael was silent for a moment.

“Where?” It was more of a statement than a question. I could tell he didn’t wanna hear the answer.

“MIT.”

“Fuck Jer. That’s like 12 hours’ drive.”

“I know. I didn’t wanna tell you unless I got in. I didn’t really even think I would! It’s like crazy competitive and I’m so glad I got in but it means-”

“Don’t you say that… not you!” Michael’s fingernails started digging into his palms, and his eyes were watering.

"Michael, you know what it means. I have to leave, Mikey, I have to go! This is my dream. And I know your dad left when you were little but I’m not-”

I was cut off by Michael slapping me across the face.

“Fuck you, Jeremy Heere! Fuck you and fuck MIT and fuck Cambridge and fuck Massachusetts! Fuck you for leaving me! I thought we were always gonna be a team, Jer? What happened to that?”

“This is hard for me too, Michael! I have to leave everybody behind. You and my dad, and Christine and Brooke are going to college in New York and Rich is going to fucking California and Jake is gonna be in Washington for his internship and just. Fuck, Mikey! I can’t believe I’m even doing this! I can barely afford to go on my scholarship and my dad is working two jobs to help my pay my tuition.“

Michael, by now, had given up on being angry and was a sobbing pile on the floor.

"Fuck, Jer. Please stay. I can’t do this alone. You’re supposed to be my rock. Don’t leave me.” He was begging now, tears rolling from his eyes, which were squeezed shut so he didn’t have to look at me. I didn’t blame him.

“Hey man, I love you, but no fucking way.”I pushed him off my lap and I stood up. I had to go before I changed my mind. I kept my face toward the hall so Michael couldn’t see me crying. When I got to the front door, I paused for a minute with my hand on the frame, wondering if it was worth it.

And then I walked outside.

[vwritesawholelothm]

24. “For once, let me help you.” tree bros or boyf riends

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Fandom: Be More Chill - Iconis/Tracz Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Jeremy Heere, Michael Mell Additional Tags: Angst, Michael Mell Needs a Hug, Wordcount: 100 Summary: Micheal tries to stop Jeremy from going to get the Squip.

[unbridled-clownery]

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[jaredkleinmeme]

Fluffy Michael high cuddles with any male please! (Could be reader or anyone!)

“JEREMYYYYYY!” Michael whined, rolling over to face his boyfriend. Jeremy looked over at him, his eyes red as he was slowly coming down from his high. Michael, on the other hand, not so much. “What, Micha?” He asked, running his hand through Michael’s sweaty hair.

“I want some fucking cuddlessss pleaseeeeee!” He smiled. Jeremy sighed and patted his lap, letting Michael straddle him. Michael wrapped his arms around his neck, leaning his head on his shoulder as he let out a quiet yawn. Jeremy sat there and rubbed his back, hoping it would coax him to sleep. Don’t get him wrong, he loves Michael with his entire heart and more, but Michael acts like he’s 5 when he’s high.

Michael quickly sat up, his eyes wide, “You know what I just realized- fucking ribbed condoms don’t even taste like ribs! What’s up with that shit?!” He asked, his face dead serious. Jeremy tried not to laugh, realizing that Michael needed to go the fuck to bed. “Um.. I don’t know, but you’re the one that wanted to try them so..” Jeremy mumbled, gently coaxing Michael to put his head back on his shoulder.

“I love you, Jeremiah.” Michael whispered, nuzzling his head into Jeremy’s neck as he closed his eyes.

“I love you too, you goofball.”

[flaming-of-fandoms]

Send me prompts in my ask please!!

[ohnoitsgay]

Reunion: Be More Chill One Shot

This was the times that Jeremy hated. You see, normally you wouldn't think this would be a problem with the kind of father he grew up with since his father was from this family, but Jeremy’s extended family were extremely judgemental.

Jeremy’s father always let him be himself. This meant Jeremy’s entire closet was filled with dresses and skirts and he had long, well-kept hair that he spent hours and hours learning how to style. He wasn't trans, no, he just liked wearing this. Sure, it confused others and Michael was certain for a long time Jeremy was Trans as well, but it was just the clothing and style Jeremy liked.

But, back to his family. They haven't visited in a few years now, last time was before Jeremy told his father about liking ”girls” clothing, and he dressed was more masculine. But still, Jeremy k we how most of them would react, and this year it had been decided that the Heere family was visiting Jeremy’s house for a reunion dinner.

They had gotten out of it for the last few years, Jeremy and his dad. They’d just say they couldn't make it because they were busy and be done with it. But it seems like their family was done with that, so making them host the reunion was make them unbusy. Well, at least not busy with things other than their family.

”Come on Jeremy, you know you have to head home,” Michael said, nudging his friend that sat on a bean bag beside him. Jeremy had planned to get ready at Michael’s house for the dinner and was dressed in a clean, new dark blue sundress and had his bangs clipped out of his eyes with a dark blue bow clip. He thought it would be good to just step forward and meet them exactly how he presented himself every other day, but his little confidence he had had been slowly whittling away as the dinner approached.

”I... Could just stay here?” He mumbled, looking up at Michael with a worried look on his face.

”You can't, I promised your dad I’d get you home ready for the dinner, you already missed the mingling beforehand,” Michael explained.

”I wish someone could come, I’d even enjoy Chloe’s company at this moment,” Jeremy whined, falling back onto Michael's bed.

”Damn, you really are desperate,” Michael laughed, sitting down beside Jeremy. ”It is time to go, though,” He added.

Jeremy let out a loud sigh, lifting his arms up so Michael could pull him to his feet. ”I'm ready, I guess,” He walked to the mirror and did one last spin, watching as the dressed danced in the air, a smile creeping on to his face.

”I bet Brooke would think you're beautiful right now,” Michael spoke, handing Jeremy his bag that held his clothes.

”I wish she was here,” Jeremy mumbled, picking at the straps of the bag.

”And all this time we thought you were gay,” Michael joked, causing Jeremy to push him away with a laughing, ”Screw off,” and a middle finger flipped in his direction. Jeremy quickly turned to exit the room.

”It’s my house Heere, you screw off,” Michael yelled down the hall as Jeremy giggled, his dress flowing behind him as he scampered down the stairs. He slipped on his flats and exited the house. Michael’s house and his were only separated by two houses so as soon as Jeremy opened the door, he could already hear the chatter of his family in the backyard. At least they were out of the house so he could go hide, and hopefully, he'd be forgotten during dinner and not have to go at all.

Now, his family wasn't the biggest, and obviously, not everyone would be at the house either. He’d expect about 15 people, but that was a scary number for people who didn't expect for him to look like he does.

Jeremy opened his house door quietly, his shoes off as he crept into the household. ”Jeremy, is that you?” He froze before processing that the voice was his father’s.

”Yeah, dad,” He called out, walking quickly to where his dad’s voice came from.

”Ah, there you are, dinner was just about to start,” His father said with a smile.

”Oh, good,” Jeremy mumbled, his eyes following his father as he went around the corner, hearing him call out for the family to come to the table. Jeremy stood still, some anxiety building up in his chest like a beast, wallowing in his gut as the voices travelled to inside the house.

Feet stomped on the wooden floor to the tables, having bought another one just for this occasion. His father reentered the kitchen, grabbing the last plate of food, ”It's showtime,” He said with an encouraging smile before disappearing back into the wall of sound.

Jeremy took a deep breath, closing his eyes before gently stepping towards the doorframe, peering into the room. Some cousins, his uncle, grandma, and more were all sitting around, piling food onto their china plates, a single spot left open beside his aunt, a spot for him. Another breath and Jeremy took a step into the room. Slowly, the room fell silent as their eyes fell upon him. Inaudible whispers started, and he attempted to stay confident, at least on the outside, and walk straight to his chair. He kept his eyes forward, not making eye contact with anyone yet he could feel their eyes burning into him.

Jeremy sat and started dealing out his own dinner as if he wasn't being watched, being judged, by the entire room. Slowly, the chatter’s volume began to rise again, but still never as loud as before. The first words spoke to Jeremy were from his aunt, who sat right beside him. Jeremy felt his father’s eye watch over their interaction from the head of the table, which was right beside Jeremy as well.

She just said, ”Hello... Jeremy... Do you remember me,” Her eyes burrowing into Jeremy as to try to pick apart things that weren't even there.

”Of course I do Aunty, you used to live just down the street. How could I forget,” Jeremy answered calmly, looking up at her with a forced smile, her judging eyes peering into him.

She just nodded, not making another attempt to speak until a few minutes later, this time to Jeremy’s dad. ”How could you let your son wear dresses like this?” She asked loudly, drawing the attention of everyone in the room.

Jeremy’s father put down his fork gently, wiping his mouth as he finished chewing and turned to Jeremy’s Aunt, locking in eye contact, ”I understand its hard sis, but you shouldn’t get upset just because he wears them so much better than you,”

Complete silence fell over the table except for Jeremy and few others, all attempting to stifle their laughter, looking up to point each other out as the others sat there in too much shock to react in any way. Maybe this reunion wasn't going to be as shitty as Jeremy thought it was going to be.

[mintgreendolphin]

I JUST HAD A THOUGHT

Maybe he reason why Jeremy only had to pay 400 bucks (rather than 600 like Rich says) is bc the squip that jeremy gets is broken or something....

[boyf-riends-oneshots]

Losing is winning

A short oneshot because I was bored and wanted to write something. If you have ideas for oneshots, please let me know! ^-^

Title: Losing is winning

Word count: 202

Characters: Jeremy Heere & Michael Mell

Trigger warnings: none, just a cute lil oneshot.

Summary: Michael would do anything to see Jeremy’s smile, even losing at a game.

‘Come on… Come on…!’

Jeremy’s eyes were fixated on his TV screen, pushing down the buttons on his controller which resulted in many click-click noises.

‘Wait- Yes!’ He jumped up and threw his hands in the air, almost dropping the controller. On the TV screen were now big letters that said: PLAYER 1 WINNER.

‘Congrats, buddy.’ Michael said, looking at his friend who was still jumping around and mumbling something about ‘’those stupid zombies’’.

Michael tried not to smile and pretended to be mad that he didn’t win. On the contrary, for him this already was a win: seeing his best friend with a big smile.

‘Don’t worry, Mikey. You’ll probably win next time, I was just lucky.’ Jeremy said, sitting down again on the beanbag and pushing Michael playfully in his arm.

Michael smiled and selected the next level. He probably would win, he wins every time. But sometimes, like today, he would let Jeremy win. He loved seeing his best friend happy. He loved seeing Jeremy in general, but his smile just made Michael’s heart jump.

He would do everything for that smile. Even dying in a game and losing all his lives and rare items, Jeremy was worth everything.

[thecoveys]

i read a boyf riends oneshot in which jeremy had scars from the squip electrocuting him and i think about that a lot.

[an-ok-fanfic-writer]

I guess we both fucked up then

Prompts:

“How long have you been standing there?”

“I could kill you right now!”

“I’m not going to apologize for this.”

“Are you still awake…?”

“I made a mistake.”

“I swear it won’t happen again.”

“I need you to forgive me.”

“Just once.”

Warnings: Cursing, a low key argument/fight but it gets resolved oh and like kinda angst I guess.

Word Count: 960 (it’s short I knOW)

It wasn’t supposed to happen. This fight the anger, none of it was supposed to happen but Jeremy knew he had fucked up when he heard his boyfriend yell “What the fuck is going on in here?” He immediately turned away from the TV to face Michael while pausing the game.

“How long have you been standing there?” He asks.

“Long enough!” Michael exclaims angrily. “How fucking dare you play Apocalypse Of The Damned without me! It's our game bro, we play it together.”

“I know I know I just thought because you weren’t here that you wouldn’t care!” Jeremy yelled in exasperation.

“You thought I wouldn’t care you thought I wouldn’t fucking care!” Michael yelled in a mocking tone. “Ugh, I could kill you right now! Apologize!”

“What? No!” Jeremy yelled back “I’m not going to apologize for this.” Michael rolled his eyes but still didn’t leave. No, Michael may be seething but he never passes up an opportunity to hang out with Jeremy. Not after the whole squip incident. Michael sat down with Jeremy and Jeremy put on Mean Girls as an attempt to cheer Michael up and as a way to say sorry without actually saying sorry. He tries to cuddle up to Michael who just sat there watching the movie not paying attention to Jeremy. They spend the rest of the afternoon together watching boring movies on Netflix and eating Hawaiian pizza that Mr. Heere ordered for them a while ago. Through the afternoon Michael gradually was starting to give into Jeremy's touch, but not too much as he was still angry. “Will you please talk to me?” Jeremy practically begged Michael who just huffed and continued to watch Heathers. “Michael,” Jeremy said again scooting onto Michael's lap. “Babe love meee” Jeremy whined poking Michael’s cheek. Michael again rolled his eyes and kept his attention towards the movie. “Please?” he asked nuzzling his head in the crook of Michael's neck. It took all of Michaels willpower not to grab Jeremy’s face and pepper him with little kisses but he knew he couldn’t crack. Not yet. He still was mad at him but god he still loved his adorable little boyfriend with his freckles and acne scars which Michael found to be adorable. No. Michael thought to himself. Don’t break, not yet. Michael huffed and got up to go to the bathroom.

While Michael was in the bathroom Jeremy turned off the TV and crawled into bed leaving enough space for Michael. Michael exited the bathroom and took the hint to join Jeremy. He took his glasses and climbed into bed. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep which was hard because Jeremy was so close yet so far. He wanted to hold his smaller boyfriend but he couldn’t. Maybe tomorrow Jeremy would apologize for playing the game and they could talk about it but right now Michael wasn’t done being mad.

The time was 1:37 am when Michael woke up from his light sleep to his beautiful boyfriend's voice. “Michael?” Jeremy’s voice was hushed and hoarse. “Are you still awake…?”

“Hm,” Michael responded waking up a little bit.

“Michael please I made a mistake. I swear it won’t happen again.” Jeremy said a little bit louder he was crying. Michael could tell and he quickly regretted ignoring his boyfriend all day. “I just-” Jeremy let out a small soft sob “I need you to forgive me.” Jeremy started sobbing.

Michael immediately engulfed his boyfriend in a bone crushing bear hug which felt like heaven to Jeremy. Jeremy squeezed back just as hard and sobbed into his boyfriend's hoodie, saying he felt like shit would be an understatement. “Jeremy it’s okay I’m not mad at you anymore.” he held his boyfriend like he would disappear if he let go. He had one hand on the small of Jeremy’s back and the other on the back of Jeremy’s head playing with his hair while Jeremy had his arms wrapped around Michaels' waist with his head shoved into Michael’s chest.

“Promise?” Jeremy mumbled done sobbing but tears were still freely streaming out of his eyes.

“I promise you,” Michael said pulling back and peppering Jeremy’s face with little pecks then returned to their previous position. They stayed there in silence for a few minutes just enjoying each others company. “How many times have you played without me?” Michael asked curiously.

“Just once.” Jeremy responded “and like I said I promise it won’t happen again.” he nuzzled his head into Michael’s chest.

“It’s okay Jere,” Michael stroked Jeremy’s hair. “I overreacted. I’m the one who should be apologizing right now, not you.”

“I guess we both kind of messed up.” Jeremy laughed a tired laugh.

“Yeah, I guess we did.” Michael laughed too. “You should get to sleep baby, it’s like two in the morning.”

“Yeah okay,” Jeremy said closing his eyes falling asleep almost instantly. Michael didn’t though. Michael stayed awake and just stared at Jeremy

.What the hell did I do to deserve this? Michael thought. I’ve been blessed with the cutest dorkiest most adorable boyfriend ever, mister Jeremy Heere. He stroked Jeremy's hair back and tried his best to get a good look at him which was hard considering his lack of glasses and the darkness of the room. He listened to his boyfriend's soft snores and felt him squirm every now and then. The moment couldn’t be more perfect and Michael just couldn’t resist. He placed a small kiss on Jeremy’s forehead and thanked God when his boyfriend didn’t wake up, he would probably die of embarrassment if he did. “Goodnight my love.” He said closing his eyes and falling asleep feeling the most loved he had felt in a very long time.

[joyflameball]

Your boyf riends headcanons. Hand em over 🔫

ABFHBDSJFJDHSFJKSD OKAY SO I MIGHT LIST SOME STUFF THAT'S TANGENTIALLY RELATED TO THEM BUT THAT'S OKAY

- Jeremy's nose goes all red when he's embarrassed and Michael thinks it's the cutest fucking thing in the entire world

- Michael did not realize he was in love with Jeremy until Jeremy's dad asked "DO YOU LOVE HIM". He then slowly started having a crisis as he realized OH FUCK I'M IN LOVE WITH JEREMY

- Jeremy once took a picture of himself with Michael's glasses since Michael can't see shit without his glasses. Jeremy showed Michael the picture and Michael was oneshotted because damn Jeremy cute with glasses ("WHY ARE YOU SO CUTE WITH GLASSES" "YOU HAVE CUTE GLASSES")

- Michael laughs really easily. Stressed, happy, angry, breaking down, he just laughs. Meanwhile, Jeremy tears up really easily. One laughs at stress, one starts crying. Something something parallels

- You know the headcanon that the constant shocking from the Squip left Jeremy with a load of scars on his back? Yeah, Jeremy literally didn't realize he had those scars for a while. The Squip could block an entire person from his view, a few scars would be easy. When Jeremy eventually DID realize he had those scars, he went "Oh I cannot tell Michael." He didn't wanna worry him. Of course, Michael found out, and god damn he was worried as fuck. In my head, there's a scenario of Michael's hand accidentally brushing one of the scars and Jeremy just flinching back and starting to hyperventilate and panic because haha trauma! Fun!

- Michael and Jeremy both bottle up their emotions so they don't hurt each other. Michael already did before the Squip debacle, but Jeremy didn't. But after the Squip? Uh. Yeah.

- OKAY THAT WAS HEAVY SHIT BACK TO FLUFF since the Squip kinkshamed Jeremy into doing a fuckton of pushups Jeremy can pick up Michael for like fifteen seconds max before he drops him

- Jeremy ran into a wall after first kissing Michael. Like he was just audibly keysmashing words together, turned around, and ran into a fucking wall

- Jeremy and Michael are both ticklish and they will use this against each other

Okay my brain died I'll reblog with more later

[peanut-butter-and-theatre]

Moss, royalty, choccy milk, box dimension. Guess who am, and I'll write a boyf riends oneshot of your choosing when the winter holidays roll around.

[vwritesawholelothm]

Fandom: Be More Chill - Iconis/Tracz Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Jeremy Heere, Michael Mell Additional Tags: Angst, Michael Mell Needs a Hug, Wordcount: 100 Summary: Micheal tries to stop Jeremy from going to get the Squip.