#fluff just fluff

Trigger warning: Sexuality crisis, homophobia (mentioned), gay panic

Inspired by life is strange :)

You are teenagers here, post bite of '83.

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"I might be Bisexual."

"What?"

"I think I might be Bisexual."

"What do you mean 'you think'?"

"I'm not sure."

You sighed leaning back. Michael and you were currently on the junk yard near your house. He was balancing on top of some sort of old pillar, while you sat inside an old car that missed most of its windows and doors.

"Well, why do you think you're Bisexual?" Michael hesitated.

"There is a boy I think is cute." You turned away. There was a boy? Who? Why couldn't he just like you?

"Well, if there's a boy, why don't you ask him out?" He laughed.

"Cmon (Y/N), you really cant pull that card if you haven't asked your crush out, who you've like since like 7th grade." You chuckled sadly.

"Yeah, I guess so. Who is it anyways?" He sighed.

"Will you tell me who you like?" You laughed.

"No?" He laughed too.

"Well then Im not going to tell you either." Its you! I cant tell you because its you!

"Why are you not sure if you're Bi?" He started walking on the pillar thing stretching his arms out wide to keep his balance. He looked far too handsome like that, the setting sun making his features stand out more. It made your stomache feel fuzzy.

"I don't know. I like him. Very much in fact, but Im kinda new to this I guess?" He sighed.

"And I know dad wouldn't be too fond of it." You snorted.

"Since when do you care what your father thinks?" He snickered and jumped down from the pillar and walked to the car you were in. He sat down in the passenger seat turning to you.

"How did you know you liked him?" He leaned closer. Leaning back with a slightly hotter face you ran a hand through your hair.

"I don't know? I guess I just crushed on him long enough that I couldn't really ignore it?" Michael leaned to the side to rest on the slightly rotten car seat. He looked like he was contemplating on doing something potentially very stupid. You'd known him long enough to know exactly to know the mischievous twinkle in his eyes didn't mean anything good.

"What are you thinking about?" You groaned, scared of what he would come up with.

"Have you ever kissed anyone?" You choked on your own spit.

"What?!" you coughed up. He laughed at your reaction.

"You heard me. Have you ever kissed anyone?" You looked away embarrassed.

"No..."

"Do you wanna try?" Shocked you stared at him. Was this really happening?

"What about your crush?" He chuckled leaning closer, your face felt hotter and hotter.

"Something tells me he wont mind."

"Then- Then thats okay then." You stuttered out as Michael came closer.

"Are you sure this is okay with you?" He asked looking into your eyes. He was now slightly hovering over you, one hand on the dashboard of the car the other on your backrest. Not trusting your voice, you simply nodded.

Michael leaned in and kissed you. Your shock-filled eyes closed after the initial surprise, that he actually did it and wasnt just joking. His lips were slightly chapped but softly pressed against yours, so you really could care less. His hand, now on your neck pressed you even closer to him. Hesitantly you moved your hands to his hair, softly playing with his curls.

When you parted both your faces were a bit redder than before. Grinning and slightly out of breath Michael leaned back to give you a bit of space.

"You okay?"

"Yeah." You took a deep breath.

"Did Susie tell you?" He looked confused.

"Tell me what?" "That I like you." He grinned even wider.

"So it was me! God I was scared you liked someone else."

"You didnt know I liked you?" He snickered embarrassed.

"Well I wasn't sure, you didn't exactly talk too much about it."

"What, didnt I boost your ego enough already?" He laughed. The butterflies in your belly started acting up again.

"No, you can continue please." You chuckled. Michael stood up and walked around to your side of the car holding his hand out.

"Cmon its getting late."

You took his hand and he pulled you up. He looked at you and smiled softly. You pecked his cheek and gently pulled him along back towards the direction of your Homes.

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Triggerwarnings: none? A bit of wedding anxiety

I am in love with tall men with long hair and I'm also doing miserable so im posting everything in my drafts, no matter how bad or good

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Elliot had been someone you had admired eversince you first introducedyourself to him. He never seemed to be at loss of words, always describing everything around him as if he loved to be there. As if he genuinely appreciated his surroundings and the people in it.

This expressiveness with his words, was the reason you loved him, married him and ultimately were here on the beach slowly swaying to the soft classical music playing in the background. He could convince you to come anywhere with him in this case the beach. He had asked you to leave the farm work for that night and come with him to write a bit, claiming you were his inspiration and who were you, to deny your adorable husband his inspiration, am I right?

Elliott was seated on a blanket in the sand, softly smiling as he scribbled down words of his newest novel, occasionally looking up to you, the light of the camping fire you had made earlier reflecting in his eyes.

You were slowly dancing Walz, not being able to sit still for long, too used to the farm work. Slowly moving around barefoot, your dresshirt not entirely buttoned up and your pants rolled up to keep at least some of the sand out. You looked ethereal to him.

A new piece came on, making you excitedly gasp and clap your hands together. You made your way back to the picnic blanket kneeling in front of him, putting your hands on his journal. Elliott smiled, leaning on his knees.

"You remember this song?" He snickered.

"Of course I do, it was the first one we danced to at our wedding." You grinned pulling his hands into yours slowly standing up.

"Can we dance?" You pulled him up, now having to look up at his gorgeous smile. He put his hands on your waist, while you simultaneously put yours around his neck. Slowly starting to sway you smiled at each other.

"Remember when we first did this? You looked so nervous." You giggled at his embarrassed face.

"Don't blame me, you were very distracting in that suit!" You laughed, mischief in your eyes.

"What, am I less distracting without it?" He shook his head, smiling gently at your antics while he spun you around.

"Quite the opposite, really. You have no idea." You looked away, suddenly very aware of your face heating up.

"Awwww." He pinched your cheek softly.

"You're adorable."

"Buzz off." You both chuckled as you moved in perfect sync. You layed your head on his chest.

"You know I was super nervous too?" His chest rumbled as he laughed.

"I'm well aware, you were basically shaking in your fancy shoes."

"Oh C'mon, now you're just being mean!" Laughing he dipped you as the song came to an end.