Michael Mell x reader
Pairing: Michael x you
Fandom: Be More Chill
AN: the readers gender isn’t specific. This is a fluff fic with very little angst. Main parts of the angst are just a squiped Jeremy being an ass.
“I just want to be popular. I just want to be able to chill and not think about killing myself everyday. You guys aren’t good enough for the new me.”
Jeremy’s expression turns dark as he yanks his arm out of Michael’s grasp. “Of course you don’t understand. I wouldn’t expect losers like you to understand what being popular feels like.” He turns towards the door and you have to stop yourself from screaming at him.
You cringe and close your eyes as the words ring through your ears again. Those same stupid words had been bouncing around in your head for hours now. Your boyfriend, Michael Mell, was sleeping next to you, curled comfortably into your side with soft snores escaping his partially opened lips as his eyelids fluttered with each breath. His eyes are puffy and adorn slightly darkened bags and his face holds a slightly red tint, giving away the fact that he’d spent an hour or so crying.
While your head should have been completely emptied of the party that had taken place about three hours ago, you were very preoccupied with the thoughts of your ex-best friend’s words and the sound of your boyfriends echoing sobs. You sighed gently again, and shut your tired eyes tightly, willing yourself to drift into oblivion. You wrap your arms even tighter around your boyfriend, as if you could stop the emotional pain that plagued him.
You unfortunately knew you couldn’t. God, you could kill Jeremy for this. Michael was a sweetheart, he didn’t deserve this. You had thought something similar when you held him close to your chest and tried to calm down his rising panic as he babbled incoherently about how he never should have went to that stupid party. How he should have offed himself instead. How he never should have been born. God have mercy on Jeremy Heere, as the next time you see him you’ll probably kill him.
Michael shifted slightly in your grip but you barely notice as you stew in your thoughts. Chestnut eyes open sleepily and stare at your frowning face. You look silly like that, glaring behind closed eyelids and huffing out an angry sigh every once and awhile, but Michael grins at you anyway. He inches closer to you and pokes your side. He lightly kisses your cheek when you don’t respond, which causes you to startle and suck in a sharp breath. You relax when you meet his eyes and grin exhaustedly.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up baby.” You whisper, running a hand through his hair.
“Well if you’d quit all that obnoxious huffing and puffing,” he whispered back, feigning annoyance. Then after a pause he grins at you again. “You’re lucky I love you so much.”
“More than Marley?”
He pretends to think for a second then hums, shrugging halfheartedly. “I don’t know. Marley is pretty important to me.”
You push him lightly with a large grin and a giggle. You lean forward slightly when he comes closer to you, giving him a small kiss on the tip of his nose. “How do you feel? You need anything?”
He frowns and you can see the nights events come back to his mind as his eyes begin to water. You pull him closer to your body and bring the blankets up to your shoulders as he shakily tells you he doesn’t need anything. When the sniffling starts you feel your heart break all over again. You run your fingers through his hair and hum a random tune, leaning over to kiss his face repeatedly. After an hour Michael had cried himself to sleep for the second time that night. Finally, you began to drift off as well, not realizing how tired you really were. You fell into a fitful sleep.
When you awoke again the sun was just beginning to rise. A snore sounded off from beside you and you blew out a breath when you recognize it to be the sound that woke you. You shook your head to ward off the remains of sleep and your gaze drifts to Michael. He was sleeping again, his breathing staggering and letting out the loud snores again. He looked so relaxed and soft in the early morning light. You chuckle quietly when you relize he has a fistful of your shirt twisted around his hand, as if he was afraid you would leave him.
You kissed his forehead, smiling when he sighs happily and tugs you closer to him. You mutter affectionate phrases and loving words under your breath and continue leaving small kisses on his face. He scrunches his nose and shifts to bury his face into the crook of your neck. You dig your fingers into his ribs and you hear him snort as he moves to get away from you. You follow after him with a wolfish grin and soon you have him pinned under you as he laughs and squeals.
You release him when tears begin to drip down his cheeks and wipe them away with your fingers. You can feel his heart beat wildly as he shoots up to kiss you, cupping your face with his left hand and wrapping his right around your waist.
“I love you, so much, you know that?”
He smiles softly at you and taps you on the nose. “I know.”
“Maybe one day he’ll quit acting like an asshole,” you say, peppering his face with kisses again, “Until then it’ll just be us losers against the world. And how bad can that be really when I got all I need right here in my arms?”
Michael chuckles lightly at this. He pulls slightly away from you, before moving back and pulling you into another kiss. His lips are soft and his heartbeat and adoration filled eyes are so peaceful in the morning lights. You don’t know what will happen, but for now? It all seems like everything will be okay. And you’ve got Michael. And he’s got you. So what’s the worst that could happen?
