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ecotone99 · 5 years ago

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[HM] Laurel's Question (NSFW)

Jerm and George sat on the bench by the path in the middle of the college. Jerm was wearing light blue pajamas, with small pink elephants printed all over them. He wore a knitted cap of a similar blue. George wore a red bow tie, and a casual black and white suit. George idly sat there, eating potato chips from a bag, while Jerm was intently reading a calculus textbook.

Jerm's real name was Jeremy, of course, but Jeremy is a stupid name, so he took on a nickname.

“Hey,” George tapped Jerm on the shoulder, “look over there.”

“Hey,” Jerm said, “wash your hands before you touch me. You'll get chip crumbs all over me.”

“Look at the tie Laurel's wearing.”

Jerm squinted, and saw a young man in a formal suit, wearing a tie with some sort of cartoon cat on it. “So?” Jerm asked.

“He never dresses in something so goofy. He's the most serious guy I know.”

“What, are you turning into a girl or something George, going on about who's wearing what?”

“I just thought it was funny.” George said. “I mean, for someone with the same name as a comedian, I've never seen him have much of a sense of humor. I mean, who wears ties to school anyways?”

Jerm snorted. “His dad is a pastor. I hear his family is pretty uptight.”

“Really? I didn't know that.”

“I talked to him a bit, since we're in the same math class.” Jerm flipped a page in his calculus textbook. “It looks like he's coming this way, though so it would probably be good if you stopped talking about him for a minute.”

“Wait, really?” George turned quickly, and saw Laurel walking down the path, in their direction.

Laurel halted for an awkward moment when his gaze met George's. Laurel then looked down and slowly resumed walking.

“You really should have more tact.” Jerm said to George, barely glancing up from his textbook.

“Uh, hello Jerm,” Laurel said, looking away, “and, uh, George.”

“Hello, Laurel.” Jerm looked up from his book with a polite smile.

“Hi,” George said, “nice tie, man.”

“Uh, thanks.” Laurel looked down.

“So, do you need something?” George said.

“I, uh . . .” Laurel froze like a deer caught in headlights.

“George.” Jerm lowered one eyebrow.

“What, I didn't say anything impolite.” George said. “It's not my fault he's so shy.”

“Please excuse George.” Jerm said.

“I, uh,” Laurel said, “just wanted to talk to you guys about something.”

“Sure.” Jerm said, and moved aside on the bench. “You can sit with us. We're not busy.”

Laurel sat down between them. He fidgeted with his hands in his lap, and stared at his black shoes.

“Want some chips?” George shook the bag in front of Laurel.

“Uh, no thanks. I'm not hungry.” Laurel said. And then Laurel was silent for what felt like forever.

“So,” Jerm said, “what do you want to talk about?”

“Oh,” Laurel said. “I'm sorry.” He looked up at Jerm. “I mean, I just don't have anyone else I know who I could ask about this.”

“Eh?” George said. “But I thought you had lots of friends in that campus ministry thing.”

“They're not really my friends.” Laurel said.

“So,” Jerm said, “what is it you want to ask?”

Laurel turned red. “I'm sorry, it's a really dumb thing to ask.”

“It's okay.” Jerm says. “We won't judge.”

“Uh,” Laurel said, “I mean . . .”

“Yeah?” George said.

“Stop interrupting him.” Jerm said.

“Hey, this is the first time I interrupted him.” George said.

“Well, quit it anyways.” Jerm said.

George just rolled his eyes.

“Um,” Laurel said, “my question is, well . . .”

George raised one of his eyebrows, and waited.

“Uh, maybe I shouldn't actually ask this question.”

“No, no.” Jerm said. “Go ahead.”

“Uh . . .” Laurel looked down, “how do you masturbate?”

They were all silent for a moment. Then, Laurel buried his hands in his face. “I knew I shouldn't have asked.”

“No, no, wait.” Jerm said.

“Wait,” George said, “are you telling me you don't know how? Have you never done it before?”

Laurel just nodded.

“But, couldn't you just Google it or something?” George said. “Wouldn't that be better than asking guys like us?”

“George.” Jerm frowned.

“My parents filter and monitor everything.” Laurel said. He took out his phone. “Even my phone. I'd be so embarrassed if they found me looking up something like that.” He paused. “And I'd probably die if someone caught me looking that up on a school or library computer.”

“I see.” Jerm said.

“I'm sorry.” Laurel said.

“No, it's okay.” Jerm said.

“Yeah,” George said, “we'll tell you how. It's terrible to imagine a bro shipwrecked without such important knowledge.”

Laurel turned away. “I mean, I was just curious.”

“So,” Jerm asked, “do you ever look at porn?”

“What?” Laurel said. “Of course not.” Laurel seemed offended by the question.

“Oh,” Jerm said, “well, I usually look at porn when I masturbate.”

“I wasn't planning on going that far.” Laurel said.

“Uh, well . . .” Jerm scratched his head.

“Now then,” George said, “just because you don't have access to pornography, doesn't mean you should have to abstain from masturbation.” George shook his fingers. “We may live in the age of high speed internet, but not everyone has forgotten the art of imagination.”

“Imagination?” Laurel said. “What am I supposed to imagine?”

“Well, sex, right?” George said. “You do know about sex, right?”

“Of course I know about sex!” Laurel said. A few people walking by, turned and looked. Laurel return to his regular voice. “So, what, I just imagine, uh, the man putting his, uh penis, into the woman's, uh, vagina, and them having intercourse?”

“No, no.” George said. “Did you learn about sex from a textbook?”

“Yes.” Laurel said. “I thought that was where you supposed to learn about sex.”

“I've never read a textbook I liked.” George said.

“That explains a lot.” Jerm said.

“Okay.” George stood up from his seat, and then turned to face Laurel. “This is the first episode of George's highly anticipated walkthrough to masturbation. Remember to hit like and subscribe.”

“Sit down.” Jerm said. “You're going to make a ridiculous scene.”

George sat down again, and turned to Laurel. “The first thing you must do is take your willy into your hand.”

“I, uh -” Laurel said.

“Now, you can't be shy. It's perfectly okay to touch yourself as much as you want, as long as its not as an act of public indecency. It's your own body, after all.” George said. “Of course, you may want to have some tissues or a washcloth on hand, to clean up the ensuing mess, and perhaps some lubricant, like olive oil, on hand, if you don't have a foreskin.”

“Well, I -” Laurel said.

“Of course, that's your business.” George said. “If you masturbate in the tub, shower, or toilet, cleanup will be much easier. Although, I find it rather difficult to do in the tub, since there's not enough friction underwater. Jerking off into the toilet isn't very glamorous, but it can be convenient.” George scratched his chin. “Some people do it into a sock, which may sound gross, but I bet if you put googly eyes on the sock, you won't feel like you're doing it alone.”

Jerm and Laurel snickered.

“Of course, if you want to finish it, and not sit there strangling your wiener until your wrist falls off, arousal is important.” George put his hands together. “This is where porn usually comes in. If you can get hard from looking at an underwear catalog before you start, that makes it easier. Of course, since you probably can't even sneak that into your room, you'll have to tap into . . .” George tapped his head, “your imagination.”

George was silent for a minute.

“What,” Jerm said, “did you realize you don't have an imagination?”

“Be quiet, I was just thinking.” George leaned back. “Okay, imagine this.

“You're in the bedroom with a hot girl, I mean,” George backtracked, “I mean, you're married Christian wife, of course, who you are married to. She, uh, smiles at you, very sexily, but in a Christian way, of course, and it's okay, since she's your wife. She then, uh, slips out of her perfectly modest house-dress, and uh, I mean, revealing her naked, wifely figure.”

“What,” Jerm asked, “shouldn't she have underwear under there?”

“We're skipping that! No, fine, she's got some black, lacy lingerie, under there. Did I pronounce that right?”

“Black lingerie?” Jerm asked. “Isn't that a bit too tempting for a Christian wife, George?”

“Shut up. Only her husband, Laurel is supposed to see it, so it's okay, right? I've never read a bible, but I'm pretty sure it says that's okay somewhere in there. Anyways, you help her slip out of her, uh, Christian underwear, and you see her big, motherly boobies. I mean, breasts. I have trouble saying that word, okay. Anyways, she lets you touch her, uh, breasts, while she pulls off your pants, and your, uh, big 12-inch dick flips out.”

“12 inches?” Jerm said. “Do you imagine yourself with one like that in all your fantasies, George?”

“It's fantasy! You can imagine it however you want. I just think it's hotter that way. Anyways, both of your are naked, but that's okay, because Adam and Eve were naked, and you're married to this chick, in the fantasy. I dunno, she's got a sexy name like Raquel or something. Screw that, she should have a cute name, like uh, Lily. I like that better. Anyways, you lie down on the bed, and she gets on top of you. Wait, is it okay for the wife to be on top, if you're a Christian? Whatever, I don't care, it's probably fine. Anyways, this is the important part. This is when you really gotta strangle your wiener really hard, like it killed your parents or something. She uh, slides your big ol, uh, dick, into her well, I guess the doctor would call it, vagina. Uh, and both of you were completely faithful before marriage of course. Yours is the only dick that goes in her vagina, because that's what the bible says, I think. Anyways, you just gotta imagine the tight, wet, warmth of her, uh coochie. I'm sorry, I just feel weird saying vagina so much. Anyways, she's up there, bouncing up and down, and her boobs are flopping everywhere, in a very sexy way, and she keeps saying, 'Laurel, oh Laurel!' and, 'keep thrusting me with your big dick, Laurel!' and 'oh, you're hitting my deepest spot, Laurel!' if Christians are allowed to say things like that, I mean. And anyways, as you keep strangling your wiener, and rubbing it up and down, just imagine her coochie going up and down over your wiener, and, like, her thick hips keep bouncing up and down over you, and, I dunno, maybe you grab her boobs while she's doing this. Anyways, if you keep imagining that, you should spray your goo out, into the tub or toilet or sock, or maybe onto your stomach. If you get bored, maybe you should imagine switching positions, or maybe you're doing it in the middle of McDonald’s, with everyone watching and filming it, if that's your fetish. Wait, that's not a very Christian thing to imagine, scratch that. Uh, anyways, some guys feel kind of depressed after nutting, but just imagine Lily or Raquel hugging you, and saying 'that was nice,' or 'we'll raise a bunch of Christian kids together,' and then you might feel better. Sometimes, uh, it's kind of embarrassing, but sometimes I'll kiss or hug a stuffed animal after I do. Don't look at me that way, they don't judge, okay. Anyways, that's my advice.”

“Huh,” Jerm said, “I didn't know you fantasized about a modest Christian wife, George.”

“Hey, I don't” George said, “I'm just didn't want to suggest any thoughts that were morally unacceptable to Laurel.”

“I'd hate to have my thoughts policed.” Jerm said.

“I don't.” Laurel seemed almost hurt. “I don't want to do anything wrong, but I can think for myself. I'm not just a little kid or a robot or something.”

“Oh, I'm sorry,” George said, “I didn't mean any of it that way. It's just, everyone has their own taste.”

“So that's a 'sexual fantasy'?” Laurel said. “I dunno if it's really my taste.” Laurel sighed, and put his head in his hands. “Maybe I'm not cut out for this sort of thing.”

“I'm uh, sorry for giving bad advice, then.” George said.

“No, it wasn't bad advice.” Laurel said. “It's not you, it's just me.”

“Well,” Jerm said, “if that's not your taste, then imagine this.” He turned on his phone flashlight, and put it under his chin. Jerm waved his hand in front of his face, and cleared his throat. He started speaking in a low, smooth, storytelling voice. “It's dusk, and the sun has just gone down.”

“Yeah, that's kind of what dusk is.” George said.

“Shut up.” Jerm said, in his regular voice. And then, he cleared his throat and resumed his storytelling voice. “You're swimming in the pool, almost alone, but there's a young man there, who swims with you. His skin is perfectly smooth, and practically glows in the soft moonlight. He has long hair that flows behind him when he swims. When he swims by you, he smiles and giggles. You step out of the pool, and towel off. He takes one end of your towel, and dries his face with it, and then grins at you. You go to the showers, and take off your swimming trunks, and feel the warm water and soap flowing over you. He goes to the shower next to you on the wall, and turns it on. You can't help but stare at his beautiful legs and form as the water drips over him, and he runs his hands through his hair. Then, he turns to you, and smiles again, with a beautiful, sweet smile, and you're both completely naked before each other. He comes close to you, and kisses you on the cheek, and you pull him closer to you, and you kiss more passionately. You can feel the warmth of his damp body against yours, and one of your hand traces down his smooth back, and clutches his soft bottom. Your bodies rub together as the two of you release from the kiss and gasp, his, uh, member, rubbing up against yours. You lower one of your hands, and grab both of your, uh, peepees, and rub them together. He lets out cute, sweet moans and cries as you do this. He moves his hands over your back, trying to hold you even tighter and closer to him, as you plant kiss on the back of his neck.”

“Wait a minute,” George said, “how big are the wieners in this story?”

“It doesn't matter.” Jerm said, breaking tone. “They're just, regular, sized, okay?”

“Okay, so like, nine inches?”

“Anyways,” Jerm cleared his throat again, and resumed, “the young man gently and playfully pushes you over, onto the ground. He grins, as he looks over you, and puts one of his hands forward, and playfully touches your wiener. Then, he climbs over you, and slowly lowers himself onto you. He grunts as your dick slowly enters into his butt. Then he smiles, as you put your hands around his lower back. He leans forward, and plants his hands on the ground beside your arms. Then, he slowly starts bouncing up and down on your dick, and moaning sweetly. After a few minutes of this, he leans back, and puts his hands behind him, and you grip his butt with your hands, and guide him up and down on top of your dick. As his tight, warm, and damp butt wraps around your dick, and caresses it up and down, he cries out, and comes all over your stomach and chest. 'You, you made me come, Laurel,' he says, as he smiles. And then, you bounce him up and down on top of you, gripping his butt in your hands, until you let loose your goo inside of him, filling him up. 'Oh!' he says, 'It's so warm.' And then he collapses on your chest, and slowly kisses you. You pull your dick out of him, and pull his cheeks apart, and your cum slowly drips out of him. 'Oh,' he says, 'it was so much.' And then he kisses you again. The end.”

“Well,” George said, “that was quite the poetic fantasy.”

“Thank you.” Jerm said.

“But, doesn't the bible say you'll go to hell if you're gay?” George asked.

“It never says that!” Laurel said. “I mean, it only says that under certain interpretations, I mean.”

“Well,” Jerm said, “it's up to you what you jerk your dick off to, but those are some suggestions, if they're helpful. I mean,” he paused, “sexual fantasy is a creative art form.”

“Well, I, uh, appreciate the advice,” Laurel said, “but, well . . .”

“What?” George asked.

“Well, I don't have a penis.”

Both Jerm and George were speechless for a moment.

“Wait,” George said, “do you have a vagina?”

“Don't ask it like that!” Laurel leaned away from George.

“But . . . you're a dude?” George said.

“Yeah.” Laurel said.

“I uh, never would have guessed.” George said. He stood up. “Uh, I just need a second to think.” He walked a short distance away, and started pacing around. Jerm joined him.

“You know,” George said, in a low voice, to Jerm, “it doesn't make much sense to me.”

“What do you mean?” Jerm asked.

“Laurel's parents are super conservative Christians, right? I mean, he can't even look up masturbation on the internet . . . but he's transgender? Like, how? I mean, does he keep it a secret from his parents?”

“As far as I know, his parents address him as 'he'.” Jerm said.

“I dunno, it just seems strange to me.”

“Well, that's not really our business, anyways.” Jerm said. “It is an unusual situation, though.”

The two of them sat back down next to Laurel.

“So, uh,” George asked, “did you ever think of maybe asking, uh, some girls about masturbation?”

“Hey,” Jerm said, “Laurel's a bro, George, and it's bros who talk about things like this.”

“Yeah, but uh,” George said, “it's typically girls who have, uh -”

“I, uh,” Laurel said, “don't really have any female friends. I mean, all the church stuff I go to is usually really segregated by gender, so I've hardly ever had female friends.”

“So,” George said, “at Church stuff, your dad, who's the pastor, has you with the boys?”

Laurel nodded.

“Uh, if you don't mind me asking,” George said, “and I don't mean to be impolite, but, uh, how long have you been a boy?”

“I, uh, transitioned in second grade.” Laurel said. “I've always had a boy's heart and soul.”

“I don't know much about souls,” George said, “but I think it's good that your parents accept that about you. I know a lot wouldn't.”

Laurel nodded. “I mean, there's still a lot they don't accept, but I guess at least that is something. I still feel like I'm always under their control.”

“That sucks.” Jerm said. “My parents are pretty lax.”

“Really?” Laurel asked. “I thought everyone who studied as hard as you had strict parents.”

“I study hard to spite my parents.” Jerm said. “My dad's a janitor, and my mom's a stay at home mom. Neither of them got past high school, and they're pretty casual people. But, I want to be different.”

“My parents are kind of strict,” George said, “but overall, they're not bad. They just think I'm still a little kid, so they're always telling me not to play in the street.”

“Huh.” Laurel said.

“Hopefully,” Jerm said, “you're parents won't be able to control you forever. You can never completely escape them, even if they die, but they don't have to define everything about you.”

“I hope you're right.” Laurel said.

“Well,” George said, “I guess we still haven't really answered your question, then.” He rubbed his chin. “If you've got a vagina, then you've got a clitoris, too, and the whole shebang, right?”

“I, uh, think so.” Laurel blushed.

“I would hope so.” George said. “I don't know as much about vagina as I would like, but, as far as I know, the clitoris is the most important part. It's like, the little canoe on the top, right? I'm pretty sure, if you rub that guy enough, you should orgasm.”

“Orgasm . . .” Laurel said.

“But, no one will really know your body as much as you.” George said. “So, you gotta be willing to experiment, and try things out.”

“It's just,” Laurel said, “I guess I've always been kind of scared of touching myself. And, I guess I feel kind of ashamed for wanting to touch myself at all.”

“There's nothing to be ashamed of.” George said. “And, if there is a God, I bet he's up there rubbing one out with you whenever you do.”

Laurel snickered. “Maybe you're right.” Laurel paused. “But, I've touched myself a little bit before, and I've always felt so bad, about doing something so dirty, and then feeling like I have to keep this terrible, shameful secret.”

“Hey,” George said, “if you want, we could all go to my place after school, and I could put on some lesbian porn, and we could all masturbate together. Then it wouldn't be a dirty secret you'd have to keep all to yourself.”

“Wait, what?” Jerm said.

“Uh,” Laurel said, “actually, maybe that wouldn't be so bad.”

“Then its settled.” George said. “It's always good to have nice bonding experiences with friends.”

Jerm frowned. “But I don't even like lesbian porn.”

“It'll expand your palette, Jerm.” George said.

“Fine.” Jerm said.

“Uh,” Laurel said, “thanks, guys.”

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stellarspecter · 6 years ago

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blease can we have ur director's commentary on the part of long time coming that mirrored LGW ?

author’s notes will be in bold.

sorry if this is the wrong part. i didn’t intentionally write any of this fic to mirror LGW - how could i? the song wasn’t even out yet! so it’s very interesting to me that you draw that parallel. i can see why you’d say that, of course - both deal with jeremy’s reasons for abandoning michael. my reasons are definitely more bullshit than the show, though.

Michael found his former best friend right where Christine had said he’d be: the stairwell in J Hall that no one used because it was so far away from anything else. (it probably goes without saying that i base this high school on my own high school, which hasn’t been majorly renovated since 2009, and they only added a bit of a hallway. my school was built like there was no plan and they lettered the hallways according to no system at all. we have A-G halls, then J, K, L, and T halls. i don’t know what they were thinking.)

He looked like he was writing something on his arm. Michael caught a glimpse of black ink before he interrupted his writing time. (ooh, ~foreshadowing~)

“Hey.”

Jeremy jumped about a foot in the air and rushed to put his pen away and push down his sleeve. When he saw who it was, his eyes hardened.

“Why are you here?” He asked flatly.

“Christine said I should make you see that I’m amazing and I deserve to be back in your life, so.” He shrugged. “I’m doing that. Hopefully.” (haha, sick reference to my first meremine fic lmao)

Jeremy didn’t have much of a reaction to that, so he tried something that almost certainly would. “Why did you leave?” (bullshit reasons, michael. very bs)

Jeremy stayed with his back facing his former best friend. Michael tried again. “Why did you abandon me?” There was still no response. He barrelled on. “Was it because I wasn’t good enough? Because I was boring? Because you cared more about popularity than your best friend?” He let out an ugly laugh. “What a fucking Slytherin. (jeremy is a slytherin and you all can fight me on that. also as soon as i thought of this line i immediately had to find a way to include it.) What was so bad about me that you had to abandon me like that?” He was nearly yelling at this point. “What did I do wrong?” His voice softened to just above a whisper. “How do I fix it?”

“You didn’t do anything wrong.” Jeremy’s voice almost sounded like he had been crying, but that couldn’t have happened. “It was me. You were too good for me.” (here comes the bullshit)

Michael couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Jeremy thought that he was better than him? What? Michael was the one that fell apart as soon as Jeremy left, how could he be too good for him?

“So… you left because you thought you weren’t good enough?”

“That was part of it. Mostly it was because I was tired of being bullied and I cared so much about popularity. I thought if I was popular, I’d be happy.”

Michael swallowed nervously. “And were you?” (when i wrote this and i was trying to think of a reason for jeremy to abandon michael, i came up with this whole thing and i realized, on some level, that it was kind of bullshit but i didn’t really care. i just said fuck it and put it in because i couldn’t think of anything better. rereading this, though, really drives home the point that this makes not a lot of sense and is very bullshit. thanks for coming to my ted talk.)

Jeremy turned to face him. His face was red and blotchy from where he had been crying and Michael was reminded of the time he had to calm him down from an anxiety attack in sixth grade. “How could I be happy without my player one?” (the feels! crying boye. angsty boye. friend boyes again now.)

That was what did it for Michael. He rushed towards Jeremy, arms spread wide for a hug. It was the first time they had touched in four years. The hug was not a disappointment. Maybe it was a little salty and snotty from how hard both of them were crying, but that was a minor discomfort when Michael had just gotten his best friend back.

They ended up sitting down with their backs to the wall, holding each other and asking questions about their lives during the years they had missed.

“Why did you have to stop being friends with me to be popular?”

“I guess I didn’t,” Jeremy realized. “I think I was in such an all or nothing mindset that it always seemed like one or the other, you know? Like, popularity or you. I didn’t realize that I could’ve kept being friends with you and be popular. And honestly, I think the real reason is that I didn’t think I deserved it.”

Michael furrowed his brow. “What do you mean?”

“I didn’t think I deserved to have you in my life,” he explained. “I thought that I was a loser and you were this amazing person who somehow wanted to hang out with me and it was all just because I happened to be lucky enough to be seated next to you in kindergarten. I thought that being popular might fix that, but, well. We know how that went.” (why would that fix anything, jeremy? dumbass) (let’s pretend that this isn’t Very Bullshit and try to explain it! jeremy’s mom had just left him and he was feeling very Bad about everything, but especially about himself, blaming himself for his mom leaving. he was definitely struggling with feeling worthless, and needing to amount to something would have been a big concern. well, what’s the only thing that seems to matter to a nerdy loser eighth grader? popularity. he thought that he would be Better once he was popular. maybe he even thought that he could come back to michael. but once he became one of them and learned how they felt about nerdy loser boys, he knew (”knew”) it was all or nothing, popularity or michael. true to his slytherin nature, he chose popularity.)

“Yeah.” Michael was silent for a moment, thinking through all that had transpired in the last hour. “So… does this mean that you want to come over and play Apocalypse of the Damned with me?”

Jeremy smiled. “I would love to. Although,” he added, his smile slipping away, “I haven’t played since eighth grade.”Michael smiled back. “That’s okay. I haven’t either.”

“B-but Michael, that’s your favorite game!” Jeremy looked at him with wide eyes.

“I wasn’t lying about what I said back there. It’s a two-player game,” he said with a gentle smile. “And I couldn’t really find anyone else who would play my lame retro shit with me.”

“Well, lucky for you, I love your lame retro shit,” Jeremy replied. His smile looked a little dopey and it made Michael feel like maybe his feelings weren’t so unrequited after all. He smiled back at his newly acquired old best friend and snuggled further into his embrace. Currently they were huddled up against the wall, Michael nearly in Jeremy’s lap by this point. God, he was glad that discovering he was soulmates with Christine led to rediscovering his best friend. (okay, so this is definitely some bs here. having them be so cuddly and lovey after having not spoken at all for four years? there’s definitely a lot of bitterness and regret and guilt there in a big Hot Mess. even though this is definitely bullshit, i’ll try to justify it by saying that they just want to be back to the “normal” of four years ago and ignoring their glaring problems. just imagine that there is an anger-ridden, angsty conversation that happens not in this fic where they air out all of that Stuff.)

bonus content! here’s some of my planning for this fic:

Soulmate marks only start showing up when you’re 13

Should jeremy or christine be his soulmate first?

With jerm itd have been harder to hide in middle school

And why has christine only just now showed up

Have christine and jerm been soulmates this whole time

So like jerm and chris were soulmates and jerm was also michael’s soulmate or is she new for both of them

Maybe they were always soulmates but she never wrote

But it would be more in character for jerm to never write

Okay well lets just say she’s somehow new and jerm and michael were somehow able to hide it from each other

I mean they would have only had to hide it for less than a year before they stopped talking but still

There were a few months where jerm didn’t write to michael at all bc his mom just left and he stopped believing in soulmates

He never told michael what happened and he only started writing again bc there was absolutely nowhere else to write down these lyrics and he was absolutely going to forget them because it was 2 am

looking over my old planning now, it’s kind of funny how much backstory i obsessed over and never even mentioned in the fic. and the way i planned out the confrontation and the ending didn’t really happen either. i guess writing has a way of doing that - getting carried away by the story and just going where it takes you.

#i need an ask tag #sorry i keep saying it's bullshit but it is #my fics #long post #long post //#idk what the proper warning thing is but i feel like i should let yall know #anyway thanks for sending this in! this was pretty fun to do #and i have another one in my inbox for whatever i want to do... if anyone has suggestions that would b great bc i'm a libra #which means i can't make any decisions lmao #Anonymous

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prompt-master · 8 years ago

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Ice Cream Is A Form Of Love

Anon request for Michael confessing after Jeremy gets his tonsils taken out!! I hope you enjoy it, I’m sorry if it’s not incredible!!

Jeremy complained about his throat hurting for weeks before being told that he needed his tonsils out. His appointment was set up for an early school morning, and was only supposed to talk about half an hour. Michael had gotten the text the day before, so the second the school day was over he drove to Walmart and grabbed a few pints of ice cream. Mint chocolate chip, pecan, and Oreo, Jeremy’s favorites. He stored them up in his PT cruiser before heading out to Jeremy’s house, where he was now resting in his room.

Michael tapped his finger against the steering wheel to the beat of his too loud music. He was trying his best to drown out the thoughts he’d been having since far before the SQUIP incident. It wouldn’t take a genius to see it, even Rich had known. All he could think was Jeremy Jeremy Jeremy. After the SQUIP stuff went down Rich had certainly tamed down the teasing, but that didn’t stop him from whispering “gay” into Michael’s ear whenever he was caught staring at Jeremy’s eyes, or cheekbones, or back-

Michael had to physically shake that thought out of his head, singing along to Marley just for something to replace it. He thought that Jeremy dating Christine would help but…somehow that just put a microphone to his heart and amplified the sound. Every time he saw Jeremy all he could feel was his heart racing and oh diggyidy damn were those gay thoughts-a flying. But he had just gotten Jeremy to stop being all awkward and worried around him, they fell back into their routinely friendship and just hung out like bros do. Bros, dudes, besties, not-gays.

But Rich and Jake had assured him that if he just told Jeremy how he felt things would go down better. Whether Jeremy accepted him or not, he’d feel better than just sitting around wondering “what if”, even if the thought of confession made his heart wanna chug Mountain Dew red to short circuit itself.

So yes, Michael was on a mission. And he was nervous. He shook in his car seat and gripped the steering wheel. He gave himself little pep talks. He wanted to see his best friend and make sure he was ok too of course, but this was a big deal and opportunity for him. And he wasn’t going to pass it up.

Suddenly he was face to face with the white door of Jeremy’s house, and he knocked to the beginning of the Pac-man start up. He was greeted by Mr. Heere with a “hey Michael! Jeremy’s upstairs.”

“Hey Mr. Heere, you’re looking better off”

The man had gotten a haircut, fixed up his beard, he even smelled like fresh cologne. He was currently fumbling with his tie, something only Mrs. Heere was good at. Michael came over and fixed up said tie, he was oddly close with Jeremy’s dad, he even gave him parenting tips.

“Thanks, I have a meeting at the office today, wanted to look…presentable I guess?”

“You look rocking.” He gave a thumbs up as he finished the knot and pulled away.

“Thanks,” he was saying that a lot today, must be nervous, “but Jeremy’s upstairs. He can take his pain meds in an hour, ok?”

“Gotcha, and hey, knock em dead!”

“As always.”

With the close of the front door Michael made his way up the stairs, the talk with Jeremy’s dad had calmed his nerves down some, but he was still on the verge of passing out. The door to Jeremy’s room was open, he would have let himself in regardless.

Jeremy was laying flat on his bed, looking up at his DS that he held far from his face. Around the room were video game and movie posters, a lot of crappy horror genre. Clothes were scattered all over the place, his hamper overfilling itself. The walls of his room were a deep blue while the bed sheets were a mix of both the blue and red strips. Jeremy stood out from the room, at least in Michael’s love vision. He almost forgot to say hi until he saw Jeremy’s icy warm eyes look up at him with an arched eyebrow.

“Hey dude!” Michael made his way over, pulling up chair. “I got your favorite ice creams!” Jeremy smiled and sat up in the bed “I know I know, I’m the best friend ever no need to thank me.”

Michael was beginning to open up the tub to pour them some when his eyes widened at Jeremy’s response.

“…th'nks…” the poor kids voice was terrible! Scratched, croaky, unable to control pitch and overall painful. He made a strange undesirable sound, cringing as he held a hand to his throat.

“Woah dude don’t speak that sounds awful! Are you ok?”

Jeremy simply nodded, his eyes looked from the ice cream to Michael, before softening to become pleading.

Michael felt the heat rush to his face, damn he was cute. “Yeah- yeah I can totally do that.”

He took big scoops of green ice cream and handed the bowl to Jeremy. Who instantly dug his spoon in and ate up, the relieved smile he gave combined with the way his shoulders went slacked showed how good the cold felt to his throat. Michael couldn’t help but smile, he took his own bite, but it couldn’t be nearly as blissful as it did to Jeremy.

“So I’m guessing only yes or no questions huh…does it hurt?”

Jeremy nodded, eyes focused on the ice cream he was scooping furiously into his mouth.

“Is the ice cream at least helping?”

Another nod, this one a little more desperate.

“You’re not gonna talk at all right?”

Nod.

“…Am I the greatest guy you’ve ever met~”

A nod, with an eye roll.

“….well…” Michael almost through up, his voice was shaking as his heart hammered suddenly in his chest. Just do it dammit, don’t wuss out. At least you won’t be able to hear his rejection.

“Well did you know that I’ve had like THE biggest crush on you since maybe like 7th grade and I really really really like you because Jesus dude I like you I mean there’s a lot about you that’s just really awkward and sometimes I worry that you’re a furry but I just hecking love you man!” Michael let his word vomit spit out, unable to control his built up emotions.

He heard a clang as the spoon from Jeremy’s hand slipped against the bowl, “…whAt?!”

“Shhhhhshshshshhhh!!!! Your voice dude!”

Jeremy and Michael both had a match of fully red faces, their wide eyes stared at each other, neither blinking. Jeremy went to speak again-

“Nope! Nu uh! No talking!”

Jeremy gave him this look of shocked this belief, and knowing him long enough he was able to take fully sentences from those expressions.

“I know- I know it’s not a joke though Jerm I’m being serious!”

Jeremy’s jaw had dropped, his face seemed to be getting redder he the second, he nervously piled more ice cream into his mouth. But those eyes never left Michael.

“I-I know…bad timing but I just…I had to tell you ok so you don’t have to answer, I’ll leave you with your ice cream and-”

Jeremy’s cold hand touched the top of Michael’s. When Michael stared at him in wait of an explanation, the boy simply smiled cheekily.

“A-are you sure it’s ok?”

Jeremy’s face screamed ‘it’s more than ok’

Michael looked down at his sneakers, unable to hold back his relieved smile, physically shaking as adrenaline rushed out of him.

“What about Christine?”

Jeremy took a moment to grab his phone, type in a password, and do a fair amount of scrolling. When he turned it to Michael it was Jeremy admitting that he liked someone else to Christine, and thinking that they should break up, followed by a fair agreement by Christine. She even wished him good luck with the new crush and asked to stay friends.

“Oh…you like someone else…?”

An eager nod.

“…who?”

“I’s you…idi’t…!” Jeremy voice sounded god awful but in that moment the nails-on-chalk-board effect of his vocal chords was the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard.

Michael smiled, trying to ignore the awful cringe Jeremy held and kissed his forehead. “Holy shit man this is like!! The best day! Ever!! Even better than that time I watched Rich fall down the stairs this is amazing!”

Jeremy laughed, the choked noise halting short with a pained noise. Michael kissed his hand “hey hey it’s ok…relax and eat your ice cream ok!”

Jeremy nodded, his eyes now holding an 'I love you’ as he nuzzled against Michael’s hand. He ate his ice cream, before patting the free space in his bed. Michael handed Jeremy his pain medicine before laying down beside him, soon after about a half hour of cuddles, I love you’s from Michael, and eating ice cream, Jeremy’s pain began to calm down, allowing him to fall asleep. Michael kissed him again, he just wanted to kiss and kiss and never let go of what he’s always dreamed of.

Jeremy never knew getting his tonsils taking out could end up so awesome.

#bmc #be more chill #boyf riends #fanfic #ya like???#jk this is bad I'm sorry

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