#michael mell x reader

[pongtoxic]

There isnt enough Michael Mell content sp im gonna make some!! I take both requests and i do stuff on my own ♡

Masterlist:

Be More Chill:

MICHAEL MELL:

My player two; WIP

JEREMY HEERE:

Nothing yet!

[fivenightsatartists]

I been listening to some musicals (mostly listening to Be More Chill) and my brain just been exploded with a idea of a somewhat Crossover Au with a bit of X reader, let me know if you guys are interested in this....

(Spooky Month + Be More Chill Au) Kevin x Reader

Cast:

-Kevin as Jeremy Heere

-Radford as Micheal Mell (I'M SO SORRY!!! QAQ💔)

-Atticus (Skid's dad) as The Squip

-Reader as Christine Canigula

-Liv as Rich Goranski

-Ethan as Chloe Valentine

-Leon as Brooke Lohst

-Streber as Jenna Rolan

-Aria as Jake Dillinger

-Lila or Jaune??? as Mr. Heere (Jeremy's Dad)

-Jack (maybe???) as Mr. Reyes

Tell me if there's anything wrong in this then I'll change things up but no hate please, and yeah I know the BMC fandom is small and forgotten but I don't care I still love it ಠ︵ಠ

Spooky Month belongs to Sr. Pelo, Be More Chill The Musical (2015) belongs to Joe Tracz, and Reader (you) belongs to yourself

[th3-living-death]

stupid sneak peak at something Im working on.

So what did you need to ask me dude?" Micheal queried, clearly very curious.

 "Oh.. well uhm-" Jeremy stuttered out trying to get words to form. 

"Dude just spit it out-" Micheal said chuckling a bit

"How do you be kinky?" Jeremy asked in a small voice.

 "Oh- oh my god-" micheal began laughing loudly.

[ijwrsmff]

Day 3-Tinsel (Michael Mell)

Word count: 1380

You thought you were just going to the store for paper towels...you should have known your boyfriend would not allow it. But not in a “grinch-y” way. Instead...he was filling your cart with Christmas items. 

“Michael...do we really need all that?”

“Yes. Absolutely. 10/10. All of it.” He continued to throw items in the cart that was quickly filling up. There were stuffed animals, tiny trees, more ornaments than you could count, and special Christmas candies. “OOO! Tinsel!” 

He threw in varying colors of tinsel, red and green, rainbow, white, even some pink. 

“What are we even going to do with so much tinsel…” 

He smiled at you, “Who knows! Maybe we’ll line the walls like LED lights. OOO! Do you think they have LED lights we can entwine with the tinsel?” He resumed his fast-paced walking and continued to throw various items into your cart. 

At this rate...you’d need another cart. 

You couldn’t say too much, his passion for the holidays was endearing. It would be your first Christmas together since you became a couple, so you think in his mind...it had to be special. 

After what had to have been hours of walking around the store getting your goodies, it was finally time to check out. You gave an “I’m sorry” look to the worker. She just shook her head like this was normal which...it may be. 

“That’ll be $612.” The worker said in a monotonous voice. 

You sighed, and went to pull out your wallet. 

Michael scoffed at you and put your wallet back in your pocket. “I got this babe.” 

You gave him a disbelieving look, “Michael how? You don’t have a job!” As far as you knew...but you had asked to hang out a few times and he didn’t answer until hours later...maybe he did get a job. 

Afterall, his parents refused to feed into his weed purchasing any longer. Maybe he got a job so he could get high. 

Michael gave you a smirk “It’s a secret,” he said. But you saw the name on his card...and it wasn’t his name. It was his dad’s. 

“MICHAEL! Do not use your dad’s card, I'll just pay.” Once again you went to grab your wallet but he laughed. 

“Don’t worry so much, he gave me permission to spend as much as I wanted on Christmas decorations on the condition that I do housework for him for a couple months. He’ll pay me for it and everything. So no worries~!” 

You let out a relieved sigh. At least he wasn’t stealing from his dad…

“Okay...but know I’m helping you put up all of these decorations.” 

After a short drive to Michael’s house, you began unloading the car and bringing your things inside. Similarly when you were loading the things into the car, you realized just how much stuff you got. 

“Are you sure your parents won’t be mad?” The last thing you wanted to do was make your boyfriend’s parents upset because you let Michael get more than he needed. 

“You’re stressing too much, babe! They love the holidays too, who do you think I got it from?” He pointed to himself and grabbed more bags than he should have been able to carry, proclaiming “Two trips are for quitters!” 

“Then consider me a quitter...we just got too many things. There’s no way I can carry all that!” You laughed to let him know you weren’t upset, and carried several bags inside. 

Michael whined, but continued his trip inside. “Fine! Be a quitter. But just know it’s quitter entrapment. You now have made me a quitter too.” 

You rolled your eyes playfully, even though you knew he couldn’t see it. “You’re welcome!” 

It actually took three trips. But Michael carried as much as possible on all three trips, while you took the lighter loads. 

After all of the items were inside, you playfully suggested “You know what we didn’t get any of? Mistletoe.” 

That caused a large laugh to come from Michael. “Like I need mistletoe to kiss you.” 

“But it’s romantic!” 

Michael flopped down on the couch in the living room, clearly taking a break before setting up everything. “If you say so...I’ll go back later and get your mistletoe.” He yawned, and patted the seat next to him. 

“Nope! I’m going to start setting everything up.” Wanting to be productive, you started with one of the bigger bags and pulled out some of the items from the store. A couple angel wood carvings, some candy, and some of the tinsel. 

You heard Michael sigh, and he got up off the couch, “Fine then, I guess I can help too.” He grabbed another bag and began pulling out items. 

“You better help! This isn’t my house!” You joked. 

“Not your house? It is now. Mi casa es su casa!” He bowed and in the process dropped tinsel out of the bag he was carrying. “Why did you get so many things, huh?” He joked back, giving you a smug look. 

“Me? I’m the one that got too many things? I grabbed maybe...maybe five items.” 

“Like...this?” He pointed to the five foot tall tree. 

“Still only one item. And you needed another tree! We got so many decorations they’ll never all fit on the main tree!” Okay, that was maybe the truth. You probably could have fit all the items on their big tree in the living room, but you wanted one for the basement. You spent the majority of your time with Michael there, you had to get decorations specifically for the basement!

“If you say so, babe.” At least he wasn’t putting up a fight over it. 

It took about an hour to get everything out of their bags and boxes and set up. All that was left now was putting the ornaments on the tree (which you would do when Michael’s family got home from work) and the tinsel. 

“Where to start...where to start.” Michael contemplated, looking around the living room as if he’d never been there before. 

“Why don’t we set some up in the basement first? We can bring the tree down now too.” You suggested. 

It took the both of you, but you managed to get it down the stairs with little to no problems. You ran back upstairs and grabbed the green and red tinsel first. There was a lot of it, so you figured it would fit around the room nicely. 

You grabbed the step stool, and began pinning the tinsel up around the room. 

Once you stepped back down to look at your work, you felt and saw a line of tinsel wrap around your shoulders. 

You turned around, only to be pulled into Michael’s chest. 

“What are you doing?” You smiled, questioning what Michael was up to. 

“Nothin.” He shrugged his shoulders, before his signature smirk appeared on his face. 

“Michael…” You warned. 

“Give me a kiss and I may just let you go. Right now...you’re in kisses jail. I’ll only let you go if I get the proper amount of kisses.” He was so cheesy...but it was one of the things you loved about him. 

With a laugh, you leaned in and gave him one...two...seven kisses. His magic number. 

“Can I get back to decorating now?” You didn’t mind the contact, but you did want to finish decorating the majority of the house before his parents got home. 

“Nope! Sorry that wasn’t the right number of kisses.” He grinned wide and tied the tinsel around you a few more times. 

“What? Your number is always seven!” You didn’t struggle, knowing he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. Besides, you could easily break through the tinsel. It wasn’t like it was rope or something. 

“Not this time! The correct number was...one thousand and two.” 

You laughed, “Michael...how am I supposed to kiss you that many times? What happens now that I got it wrong?” 

He grinned wide, continuing to wrap you in more and more tinsel “Spend the rest of your life giving me kisses until you get to that number. Then I’ll have a new number for you to meet.” 

“You’re ridiculous.”

“I know~!” 

[astrochemstry]

could i request michael mell x reader headcanons w him comforting a reader who’s had a bad day please? so maybe angst to fluff? thank you so much! <3

Thank you for the request!! Having a michael brainrot recently aksfnjhdsjha I decided to make this for both platonic and romantic huhu

Reader is gender neutral btw!!

hes the sweeeeetessttttt

so whatever made your day bad--

maybe a stomach ache, a bad person and such

hE IS THERE FOR U

Depending on how you express your sadness,

So if youre more open to expressing like you just tell him

“Hey, Michael, im feeling sad.”

ROMANTIC:

RUSHING TOWARDS YOU AND IS HOLDING YOU CLOSE

Protective Michael

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

I SAW THIS HC BEFORE WHERE HE LIKES TO USE NICKNAMES LIKE PUMPKIN PIE OR SMTHING AND

YEAH HE DOES THAT TO YOU

“Sweeeet heeaart” “Loveee” hes good with nicknames but im not forgive me

ALSO I L I VE FOR PINOY MICHAEL OK

HE CALLS U MAHAL BCS IT MEANS LOVE

“Mahal, what made you sad?”

You cant hide anything from him

Not bcs hes like sherlock holmes and deducts whats wrong right away

But bcs he uses puppy dog eyes

Y e s

if its hard for you to express ur emotions and problems

all good, hes vv patient!! didnt understand at first when the relationship was still starting

but when you guys talked it out and stuff, he understands now!!

Also if it was a person who made you mad,

Protective michael 10x more

“Who was it??”

So uh if you choose to tell him

Hes gonna go deal with them

Probably with everyone else tbh they see how happy u make Michael feel and love that and how much of a cool person you are

So someone hurting you is a big nono

However,, If you don't tell him

Wont push!!

But hes still gonna try and find the person tbh

Its either he does or he doesnt

Also

Ki ss es

And nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck

aND NUZZLING NOSES TOGETHER!!!!!!

And gIVES YOU HIS HOODIE

But if you really don't wanna talk abt it yet

He will ready a movie, cuddles and whatever you want!!

Also SLUSHIES FROM 7-ELEVEN!!!!

I don't know shit abt 7-elevens at america or smth so i cant say much

oK so abT THE FILIPINO MICHAEL?? YEAH SO LIKE

HE SHOWS U MOVIES

COMEDY MOVIES

TAGALOG MOVIES

Theres subtitles tho dw

But there’s some parts you don't understand

Michael is either, explains it to you and accidentally spoils the whole thing or he doesnt and keeps laughing

And if you wanna go out and not stay in

Yall going out and having fUN

Arcade, 7-11, wherever you both wanna go tbh

PLATONIC:

So- Like in the romantic relationship

Actually tbh romance is just best friends that kiss for forever or for 5 months

anYWAYS

No kisses but hugs

TAKES YOU OUT TO HAVE FUN

Uh u guys have vending machines in America right we don't have that here but yk in movies where it gets stuck and u can kick it

So

You

Both kinda do thaT

“Damn it the Bar didnt fall”

“Its fine, michael, we can go an-”

*KICKING NOISES*

“mICHAEL-”

“I got you your granola bar and a couple of coins”

You didnt get caught by some police or smth

But a kid saw, though you both didnt know

You guys go to arcadeee

Honestly i don't go out much and the only times i get to go to an arcade is a blessing and i have only small experiences there BUT

YK THOSE PHOTO BOOTHS?? YEAH SO YOU GUYS GO IN THERE AND TAKE RANDOM PICS

So lets just say this arcade has a gigantic version of flappy bird and crossy road

Two player game #2 but competetive shit

OH AND JEREMY

You guys are besties too

Coincidentally, hes there with christine (theyre cute together kfkhakgfka)

You and christine team up against them in DDR

You and christine won 😎

You guys then went and got some food at 7-eleven

ALSO CHRISTINE AND MICHAEL ARE BESTIES OK NO I DON'T TAKE CRITICISM

LITERALLY SCARIEST, CHAOTIC AND CUTEST DUO

Overall, whatever made you sad- you forgot!!

We all need a michael mell in our lives tbh

[dreaminginpastels]

Your bio says you only write for characters you know we'll. What ones are those aside from the ones in your masterlist? I don't wanna be awkward by requesting a character you don't think you can write for

hi lovely! thank you so much for asking ☺️

honestly it’s been kinda hard to come up with any kind of definitive list because I’m a part of a bunch of different fandoms and don’t really know which characters people might want me to write x reader stories for 😅

my favourite characters (who I will always be willing to write for) are:

♥︎ remus lupin (harry potter - marauders era)

♥︎ druig (marvel - eternals)

♥︎ spencer reid (criminal minds)

♥︎ peter parker

(tom holland or andrew garfield only, pre-no way home only as I haven’t seen that film yet, and am not as familiar with tobey maguire’s peter parker)

♥︎ newt (the maze runner)

♥︎ pat butcher (bbc ghosts)

♥︎ data (star trek: the next generation)

♥︎ michael mell (be more chill)

♥︎ newt scamander (harry potter - fantastic beasts)**

**prior to the newest movie only

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as a kind of general rule, I can write for any character from: 

- harry potter / marauders era / fantastic beasts and where to find them

(original movies/books characters only)

- marvel (especially eternals and avengers)

- criminal minds (seasons 1-4 until I catch up)

- the maze runner

- ghosts (bbc)

- star trek: the next generation

- dirk gently’s holistic detective agency (netflix series only)

- the back to the future trilogy

- narnia (movies only)

- dear evan hansen (musical)

- be more chill (musical)

PLEASE CHECK MY REQUESTING GUIDELINES BEFORE REQUESTING

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I would say that the best option, however, would be to send me either a direct message or an ask to check if I write for any particular characters that you might have in mind (I’m very friendly and am super happy to discuss it with you! 😊)

I’ll do my best, but will let you know if I don’t feel comfortable writing for characters or if I’m not familiar enough with them to. 

I hope that this helps! 

this is by no means an exhaustive list, I’ve just kinda thought about the main fandoms I would love to write for (or feel like they’re underrated for fanfics) and I’ve probably forgotten a whole bunch) 🙈

thank you once again, and I hope you have a lovely rest of your day ☺️

- daniella 🤍

[lame-normie]

upgrade. michael mell x gn!reader

A new kid. A new school. An old friend. Y/N has just returned to their home town, unfortunately, their best friend isn't the same and so they becomes besties with the local losers.

level two | boyf riends?

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You violently shook your head as you looked at your mother. You weren't going to talk to him no matter what anyone says. He lost your favorite toy, it's only right that you're angry. Rich walked off deciding that he would try as hard as he could to find your lost toy. He was gone for so long that when you finally forgave him you had to search for him for an entire hour. When you found him he was fast asleep against a tree holding your toy in his hand.

The next day of school was quite uneventful, so was the one of after that and the next one. During that time you had gotten more familiar with poster boy and red jacket guy's friendship. Except, now you were aware that their names were Jeremy and Michael.

Other than your developing friendships, your former best friend had given up on his advances of trying to catch your attention. You weren't sure how you felt about it. Currently, you were informed that you were paired in a project with your seatmate. You learned that her name was Olivia and she had already set out what each of you had to do and left it at that. No conversation or discussion to take place.

The guy in front of you who was very popular turned around and looked at you smiling. "Don't worry, she's always super uptight. Just give her a kick and she'll start working like she's brand new again."

Did he just say that? You look over at Olivia who sighed and gave him a little glare, "Funny, James. Can't you see I'm dying of laughter."

"Well, I was aiming for at least a chuckle out of your cute new seatmate." James retorted, his eyes drifting back to you.

You weren't sure how you felt about 'James' and his sorry excuse for jokes. He seemed flirty too which made you feel weird that he was eyeing you.

Class went on as usual and when the bell rang and you were packing your things Jeremy and Michael approached you.

"That guy is super bad news. He's a total ass and hits on all the new girls." Jeremy told you as you guys made it through the halls, lunch was your next stop and lucky for you guys you all sat at the same table.

You always brought lunch because who the hell eats school lunch while Michael left to go to 7-eleven and Jeremy went through the horrid lunch lines. So, you sat alone for a bit which helped you gather your thoughts and help you enjoy your home brought meal.

Once the two came back, they both placed their backpacks together to form the word "boyf riends"

"Boyf? What does that even mean?" Jeremy asked highly confused until he noticed Michael's and sighed.

Okay, Rich was a bit too smart with that. Not that you condoned it, just you loved their friendship. They enjoy each other's company and hang out a lot. In your week of knowing them, you knew Jeremy was into girls because of Christine. The amount of times you've heard her name is astonishing.

Michael had never talked about his sexuality nor should he have to. I'm sure he cares more about Jeremy than any potential romantic relationship he could be in. And from the amount you three talked so far, you hoped they'd consider you one of their best friends one day.

Lunch continued with a conversation about Jeremy being inside the play. Michael mentioned that school plays were always trash and they talked about how for some reason a lot of the popular kids were going to be in the play this year.

The rest of the school day went pretty smoothly until after school when James approached without his buddies surprisingly.

"Hey, Y/N!"

You waved back and and was confused at the sudden acknowledgement. He smiled and looked at Michael and Jeremy who were standing close to you. The three of you decided that you were going to head over to Jeremy's to play Apocalypse of the Damned.

"Wanna hang out with me today?" he asked you and you responded with your plans to hang out with the two geeky boys behind you.

His smile dropped and he looked very disappointed in your choices, "Right, well. If you change your mind and want to do something actually fun just say the word."

And with that James made his exit, his hands stuffed in his pockets. You look glance at the two who had attempted to ignore the what James had said. It was clear he wasn't as nice as he tried to act like he was and was obviously offended by the existence of the two besties.

You were glad though that his true colors showed so quickly, at least you hadn't actually become friends with him. It would have been a waste of time and you were glad you found good friends to hang out with.

Now it was time to kick their asses in Apocalypse of the Damned.

sorry, this was pretty short. have been busy this week. will add artist soon!

[mylifesjustacarousel]

Michael request incoming: something where he’s just really protective of the reader? Like maybe the reader breaks their wrist or something and when they’re in school he literally just f r e a k s o u t when anyone goes near them

I feel like Michael would definitely be very protective

Don’t get me wrong, he 100% knows your boundaries and knows that you are an independent person

But ,,, bUT

You broke your wrist when you guys were playing on one of those merry go round things at the playground

And he hadn’t separated from you since the incident

He sits on the bathroom floor while you shower

“Are you okay?” “Yes, Michael.” “... Are you still okay? I just wanna make sure.”

He keeps an arm around you at school to make sure no one goes near your wrist

Jeremy accidentally brushed it and he almost killed him

He has a special pillow for you to lay your arm on at his house while you two cuddle

He helps you put your shirts on so you don’t hurt your wrist

He’s an absolute sweetheart, even if he can be a pain in the ass

[fandomsonrequests]

tv trope

fandom: be more chill

characters: michael mell

reader: gn! 

word count: 1.5k+

summary:  To him, you were the walking definition of those television tropes of the denim-clad, badass person who practically oozes confidence. The people wanted to date or be with you when they got to know you. And he was whipped. Like so whipped, not even Jeremy’s pining over Christine matched up to it. And that alone is saying something. 

a/n: AHHHHH i love Michael mell (and george salazar cos why the hell not) so much ;^; he’s such a dork i just wanna hug him

Michael Mell always thought you were so cool— like The Matrix kind of cool. You weren’t really popular but you had a reputation around the school for being this tough kid who always stood up for themselves and didn’t take any shit being thrown at them. And, when circumstances permit it, you rode your freaking motorcycle to school. Not only that, you didn’t really flaunt anything off and spoke up when you needed to.

To him, you were the walking definition of those television tropes of the denim-clad, badass person who practically oozes confidence. The people wanted to date or be with you when they got to know you. 

And he was whipped. Like so whipped, not even Jeremy’s pining over Christine matched up to it. And that alone is saying something. 

But at the same time, he was scared. He wanted to talk to you so badly, to get to know you past the television trope he saw you as. He wanted to get to know you for you. And he probably would’ve done so already if all his insecurities and anxious thoughts wouldn’t come crashing down against him like a violent wave. 

For example, in Chemistry class. You were situated in the seat right in front of him and when Mrs. Clarke requested the students to pick a partner for the lab activity, Michael hesitated in reaching out towards you. His heart was all in for it but his head was telling him otherwise. 

What if they could smell the weed on you? What if they find your Pac-Man pin collection on your bag childish? What if they think you’re weird? What if they don’t like you? 

The poor boy would retract his hand and shrivel away as he watches you get whisked away by one of his other classmates. Now he understood what Jeremy felt before he got with Christine— talking to your crush was much easier said than done. 

And the cycle repeats daily. He works up the courage, getting some hype from his best bud, which slowly crumbles the second he comes within a five feet radius from you. He turns on his heel and runs away back to his locker, scolding himself for chickening out.

But fate was getting tired of this beating around the bush and decided to take matters in its own hands. 

Michael decided to go to the library to pick up some books he needed for school while he waited for Christine and Jeremy to finish up with drama. So imagine his surprise when he saw you in the corner of the library in the “reading nook”, a very familiar comic in your hands. His favorite video game had released a few issues of their new comic, a spin-off to the main plot in the game. Of course, he bought all of them— out of impulse— and was already halfway through the first half of the series. So when he spotted the bright cover of the comic amongst the warm, monotone colors of the library, he couldn’t help but be intrigued. 

Before he knew it, his feet were dragging him towards you. He took note of the faded Mötley Crüe shirt you wore along with a pair of acid-washed ripped jeans and your scuffed sneakers. A pair of earbuds were plugged into your ears, your head bopping along to whatever music you were listening to as you read your comic. 

He fiddles with the frayed sleeves of his red hoodie covered in those iron-on patches, thoughts of what he was going to say to you running through his head. He eventually ended up just backing out and settling with pining for you from afar but his movement had caught your attention, making you look up from your comic book.

Michael freezes up as his nerves took over him- eyes wide behind his dark-rimmed glasses. You quirk a curious brow, plucking out one of your earbuds before offering a small smile. “Hey Mell,” You greet cooly. “What’s up?”

You knew his name??? 

“Wh- wha- wait you know me??” The boy stammers as he nervously meets your gaze. 

You let out a soft chuckle and he couldn’t help but fall in love with the sound. “Yeah, you’re in a few of my classes. Of course I’d know you.” You uncross your legs and close your comic book to entertain him. 

“Oh, wow.. Uhm, it just seems l-like, uhm,” Michael continued, voice shaky while his hands grew clammy. “It, I mean you, you just s-seem like the type to not r-really know others.” 

You nod in understanding at his defense. “It’s the vibes I give off isn’t it?” You sigh and shake your head. You look up at him again and scoot over to the other side of the couch situated in the reading nook to offer him some space to sit on. “Well, I hope you believe me when I say that I’m not really scary.” 

He looks over to space you had made from him and back to you before going back to the space. It goes on for a couple of moments before he decides to sit down- but on the opposite side of the couch. You two say nothing for a while, just observing one another before you speak up again.

“Anyway, is there anything you need?” You tilt your head curiously, the small smile returning to your lips. 

“Ah, no not really,” Michael admitted and scratches the back of his head. “I just saw that you were reading Apocalypse of The Damned: The Laboratorium and I kinda just… gravitated towards you.”

Your smile morphs into a bright grin and the speckled boy decided right there and then, there was nothing brighter than that rare, million-dollar-smile of yours. “You know Apocalypse of The Damned?” You ask excitedly and clutch the comic book to your chest. 

“Like the back of my hand,” He replies as confidence starts to flood his system. “I practically bought the whole series.” 

Your hands fly to your mouth to muffle your excitement, shifting in your spot to look at him properly. “Have you finished it?”

“Halfway through it. But don’t worry, I’ll try not to give out any spoilers.” 

You let out some kind of excited squawk, red coating your cheeks at how stupid you sounded. This was definitely something Michael hadn’t expected. He expected you to be cold, aloof, maybe even a bit grouchy like Jade from Victorious but your personality was quite the opposite. And he couldn’t help but grow more enamored by that. 

“I wish I had friends that geeked out with me about these kinds of things,” You huff after your small laughing fit. “They always make fun of me for it.”

“What?? Are they crazy? They’re assholes for doing that to you.” 

“No, no. They aren’t really mean but they think it’s too dorky.”

“Well,” He motioned to you. “They’re clearly missing out on things.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that, bashfully looking down at your hands while toying with the loose end of your earbuds. You nibble at the inside of your cheek before piping up again. “You’re pretty cool, Mell. We should hang out more often.”

Michael’s jaw almost drops at that. Not only did you invite him to hang out with you, but you had actually found him interesting. That you didn’t find him or any of his quirks weird. It was such an elating feeling, one that spurred his confidence even more.

“Does this weekend sound okay for you? We could go out, grab some sushi and maybe binge read the comics together at the old drive-in.” He offers, a bit sheepish, and you nod beaming from ear to ear. 

“Sounds great,” You fish out your phone and hand it over to him. “If you don’t mind, can I get your number? So we can coordinate this whole… I guess date later in the week.” 

Michael’s face turns a deep shade of red and you couldn’t help but giggle at that, your own cheeks flushing the same color. He was so damn adorable, you wondered why you hadn’t spoken to him sooner. He types in his number and hands you back your phone, smiling uncontrollably at what was happening. 

You glance down at the time on your device, seeing that you had to go home soon. “Well, I better head out. Keep in touch will you?”

“Y-yeah, roger that.” 

You stood up and gathered your things, turning back to him as you flashed him one last smile. “I’ll see you around, Mell.” 

He waved goodbye as you walked to the exit for the library, the lovestruck expression never leaving his face. He sighs dreamily, knowing full well that if his friends saw him now they’d tease him for being so whipped for you. He didn’t mind though because at least, he had something to look forward to this weekend.

Michael gave himself a mental pat on the shoulder for working up the courage to get to know the real you as he picked up the textbooks he needed. At least he knew now that you weren’t some tv trope but someone so much more. 

[a-person-who-likes-musicals]

I just died, I heard on the broadway soundtrack of bmc and the squip said BAE, I died of the cringe

[companionjones]

These Are Battle Scars

Fandoms: Be More Chill, Dear Evan Hansen

Pairing: Connor Murphy x Reader x Michael Mell

Warnings: Self-harm, self-harm scars, a candid discussion about self-harm

(BIG ‘prech to the artists who did these two masterpieces! @nerdy--hobbit​ @vianerds​)

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    “We’re gonna die out here,” you complained. “We definitely shouldn’t have walked.”

    Michael rolled his eyes. “Well, I don’t know what to tell you, Y/n. My cruiser’s in the shop, and walking is our only mode of transport right now.”

    “Whatever,” you grumbled.

    Taking on the role of moderator, an unusual position for him, Connor mumbled, “Come on guys, don’t fight.”

    Simultaneously, you and Michael apologized, “Sorry, Connor.”

    “Babe, aren’t you hot?” Michael wondered aloud. “You wear the same hoodie and pair of jeans almost every day.”

    Connor brushed him off. “I’m fine.”

    “You don’t look fine,” you pointed out, “You’re sweating a lot, Con. Are you sure--”

    “I said I’m fine!” Connor exploded. He picked up his pace.

    You and Michael shared a look.

    Later, the three of you were chilling on your bed. Michael was on his Game Boy, Connor was reading a book, and you were scrolling through Tumblr.

    Or, at least, you were trying to pay attention to what was on your phone. You were finding it very hard to focus on your scree. During one of your many subtle glances at Connor, you caught the eye of Michael. He seemed to be just as concerned as you.

    “Connor, can we ask you something?” You spoke first.

    The boy in question visibly froze.

    Michael continued for you. “You can say no if you want. Me and Y/n, we just, we think we know what’s going on, and we’re...concerned about you.”

    The question didn’t need to be said. Connor swallowed, then lowly answered, “I haven’t done it since the day before I met the two of you. It’s been about two months.”

    Quietly, you inquired, “Can we see them?”

    Connor slowly sat up and on his knees. He didn’t meet either of your eyes when he pulled back his sleeves.

    “Oh, baby,” your heart broke as you gasped.

    Michael’s tone was the same as yours. “Connor...”

    The boy explained, “They’re on my thighs, too. I...didn’t want you guys to know.” He then tried to play down his wounds. “They’re not as bad as they look. They barely hurt anymore.” Seeing you and Michael had no reaction, and that the two of you wouldn’t stop examining his cuts, Connor could only think of one other thing to say. “I’m sorry.”

    “No, don’t apologize,” you pled. “You have nothing to apologize for.”

    Michael nodded, “Baby, we are so glad you told us.”

    “These are not self-harm scars,” you expressed, “These are battle scars. You fought an entire war inside your head. I’m just happy you came out on the other side.”

    Your other boyfriend made eye contact with Connor as he urged, “You gotta tell us if you ever start feeling like this again, okay?”

    “We’re always going to be here for you, no matter what,” you finalized, then went on, “How about you guys sleep over tonight? And Connor, maybe you can change into more comfortable clothes. Maybe shorts and a T-shirt?”

    Connor’s eyes were hesitant as he met yours. But, after thinking about it for a moment, he bit his lip and nodded.

    You kept some of Connor and Michael’s clothes at your house because of how often they slept over. Because all of Connor’s clothes weren’t fit for the summer, Connor ended up in a pair of Michael’s shorts and one of Mell’s T-shirts. The clothes were a little loose on him, but you and Michael both thought he looked adorable. You told Connor that, and Michael told him that you were both happy Connor finally felt comfortable enough to have his scars on full display to you and Michael.

    The night ended in cuddles. Connor was in the middle while you and Michael spooned both sides of him.

    When the three of you had gotten settled in the dark, Michael questioned Connor, “You know we love you, right?”

    You nodded, supporting Michael. You loved Connor. You loved both of them.

    Connor responded. You could hear the smile in his voice. “Yeah, I know. And I love both of you guys, too. So much.” He hugged you and Michael closer.

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Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading this! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it! If you would like to read more, I have more fics on Connor Murphy and Michael Mell over on my page. You should check it out, if you’d like. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you! <3 <3 <3

[theaterkid821]

Jealousy (Michael Mell x Female Reader) [Smut]

A/N: hey all! It’s been a while! I’ve missed you, how’ve you been? Here’s a fic for you. As usual, requests and taglist are open. Love you all and hope you enjoy!

TW: Smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), jealous Michael

Taglist: @bonnieparkerofficial

Masterlist

You were sitting in the cafeteria, waiting for your boyfriend to show up when Rich shows up and sits next to you. “Hey beautiful,” he said, stroking your cheek, “why don’t we go out for a date sometime.” His smirk was almost sickening. You shook your head and giggled a little bit out of nervousness, “thanks for the offer Rich but I’m taken.”

“Oh come on, don’t you wanna feel what it’s like to be with a real man?”

“I’d really rather not Rich.”

“Don’t be a tease (Y/N). I see the way you look at me cutie pie.”

“What?” You genuinely had no idea what he was talking about. Had you been looking at him differently? You weren’t sure. It was probably just something the always said to get the girls.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t been looking at me in math class.”

“I genuinely don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Well maybe it wasn’t intentional, but maybe it can-”

Michael butted in and grabbed your arm. “Hey (Y/N), I need you to come with me for a second. Bye Rich.” He took your hand and dragged you away from the situation, leaving you with barely enough time to grab your bag.

He was nearly sprinting and you were barely keeping up. “Michael, slow down!” He didn’t slow down until you got to his car. He pinned you to the side of it and kissed you passionately, “you’re mine, understand?” You nod, at a complete loss for words. You’d never seen Michael so dominant before, but it was seriously turning you on. “Good,” he said, unlocking the car, “now get in.” You do so as quickly as you could.

The ride back to his house was excruciating. Michael’s hand stayed on your thigh the entire time, slowly makes it way up to your crotch. The excruciating ride eventually came to an end and Michael dragged you out of the car up to his room. In an instant he had you pinned against the wall, his hands starting to roam your body. You run your hands through his hair and moan as he starts kissing down your neck. “No one flirts with what’s mine,” he growled, his hands squeezing your ass. He started to suck multiple hickeys onto your neck and it felt heavenly.

After a while of making out on the wall he eventually let go. “Strip,” he commanded and you did just that. He did as well and when you were both naked, he pushed you onto the bed. You spread your legs for him in anticipation. He quickly thrust into you and you moan and arch your back into his touch. Once you’re comfortable and give him the signal, he starts pounding into you.

Now, this wasn’t your first time with Michael but this honestly felt like it. He had never gone so rough you before and you were loving it. You could feel him going deeper and deeper with each thrust, eventually hitting your g-spot. You screamed, “yes Michael! Right there!” He took the hint and continued to thrust at that angle.

“Who’s are you (Y/N), say it!”

“Yours Michael! All yours!” you said as you climaxed. He followed close behind you and this amazing experience left you both panting for breath. He sunk down next to you and immediately went into worry mode, “oh god was that okay? Did I hurt you?”

“Michael, relax,” you said, bringing him closer. “I’m okay. I actually kinda enjoyed it… a lot.” He smiled and you two laid there for a good long while before you two drifted off to sleep.

Lets just say that Rich didn’t flirt with you again when he saw those hickeys on your neck.

[kj-belletree]

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?

[woodofpath]

sushi and slushie? in the first place????????

[what-stop-the-presses-rly-means]

Sick Day With Michael

-You tell him to stay away so he doesn’t get sick

-But he rushes to your house as fast as he can and crawls into bed and holds you while you take a nap

-When you wake up you get mad at him because he can’t afford to get sick, but it doesn’t last long. He snuggles into your neck and hums/sings you back to sleep while stroking your hair

-When you both wake up you kick him out for real, but he’s stubborn so he tells you he’s not leaving from his spot in front of your closed door

-You sit on the other side, wrapped in a blanket and you guys talk

-You start to play games of tic tac toe and hangman, sliding the paper back and forth under the door

-He gets offended when you let Christine in when she brings you food, stating that you're being sexist and he won't stand for it

-You eventually fall asleep against the door

-When you wake up the next morning you open the door, not expecting him to still be there, and he falls to the ground, waking up, making you laugh

[viltrumitesuperboy]

Not Dating (Michael Mell x Male Reader)

This took forever because I forgot about it. Not that many followers of mine are into BMC seeing as I’ve accidentally become a Marvel acc, but I hope you can enjoy it anyway.

Squip group includes Jeremy, Michael, Christine, Brooke, Jenna, Jake, and Rich. No Chloe cause I don’t like sexual assault in my household.

Word count: 1299

Requested by: anon

Heyoooo (: would you mind writing something for Michael Mell (Be More Chill) and the popular jock kinda guy? Like, captain of the football team, supposedly dating the head cheerleader (who, in reality, is just his best friend and is actually really nice). Maybe Michaels starting to feel some feelings and Jeremy is like "dude!!! We're losers!!! He won't even know ur name!" Be ofc they end up together... thanks in advance (: 

"Jordan!"

You ran up to your best friend from behind, hugging him around the shoulders as he laughed.

"How is the best cheerleader in the world doing?" you asked, letting go and putting your arm around his shoulders.

"I don't know. You'd have to ask Kayla," Jordan responded, gesturing to Kayla in front of him.

"Stop it, you're the head cheerleader for a reason," she chuckled.

"Well, I am doing great. We've chosen our new team members for tryouts, and I got to torture a freshman. For good reason. He's going to hate me but he's got potential," you informed them.

"Oh, we have some new people too. You remember the whole Squip thing last year? Two of the victims, Jenna and Brooke, are actually really amazing and we think they're going to be great additions. Jenna's plus size and so is a freshman we're considering, but we're working on diversity anyway. I mean, they have me," Jordan said.

"Being a boy and the head cheerleader can't be THAT bad, can it?"

Jordan grabbed you by the front of your shirt with a strength he got only from his years of training and faced you.

"We live in a sexist and misogynistic society. Look me straight in the eye and tell me that one more time," Jordan threatened.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I love you," you mumbled, and he let you go.

He gave you a grin and kissed your cheek, running off with Kayla to their class together. You chuckled to yourself and turned the corner, just catching the eyes of Michael Mell and his best friend Jeremy, who was the source of the Squip issue. You couldn't judge him for how he felt, so you were indifferent to his reputation. Michael, on the other hand, was probably one of the biggest geeks in the entire school. And he was attractive as hell.

You wanted to date him.

You quickly turned into your class without sparing them another glance or saying a word to them. They seemed to be having an important conversation.

"Jeremy, I think I have a crush."

"You what? On who? Can I help?" Jeremy excitedly responded.

"I don't think so. The only reason you're dating Christine right now is that you almost destroyed the whole school and possibly the world, so I think I'm fine."

Jeremy punched him in the arm and they both laughed. They reached their lockers were Christine was waiting.

"Jeremy! Don't forget about our date on Friday," she said, leaning on her tip toes to kiss his cheek.

"You did just text me that this morning, and I haven't forgotten," Jeremy laughed. "Hey, any dating advice for Michael?"

"Compliment them, what you're wearing never matters, offer them food, ask to hang out, and just be the weirdo that you are!" she listed off quickly. "My class is across the school, see you later!"

She ran off at lightning speed, fast enough that no teacher could tell her to stop in time.

"Uh... I guess that's helpful," Michael mumbled.

"So who is it?" Jeremy urged, nudging his arm and grabbing his books. "We don't really know that many people personally, so it's someone you don't really know, right?"

"It's the captain of the football team," Michael blurted out. "He likes boys! But he's taken. By the head of the cheerleading team, which means he has high standards and that doesn't include me!"

Jeremy stared at him in shock and Michael leaned his head on his locker door, groaning at the metal.

"(Y/N)? A popular kid? A jock? That's more out of our league than Christine. But at least we know he likes boys. And you can try to be his friend! Don't forget, you gotta listen to your own voice. Advice is just a small part of the whole. You're a geek, use that to your ability," Jeremy said.

Just then, you walked past the two with the head of the cheerleading team giving you a kiss on the cheek and running off with his fellow cheerleader. Michael and Jeremy stared as you turned the corner and met their eyes for just a second.

"Well he saw us, and not past us, so that's something, right?" Jeremy said excitedly.

"Let's just go to class," Michael sighed.

You ended up bumping into Michael at a local grocery store that weekend. You told him you were getting groceries to bring home. He was really flustered, but admitted that he rarely ever came out and was grabbing snacks and drinks for his friends who were going to his place later that day. You of course, with your crush on him, asked if you could join since neither of you seemed to live too far away from each other. He said yes and you exchanged numbers so he could send you his address.

"Hey, you can invite your boyfriend if you want," Michael said, just as you were about to part ways.

"Uh... who?" you asked, tilting your head in confusion.

"Jordan? Aren't you guys dating?" he responded.

"No, he's my best friend!" you laughed. "I can invite him if he's not busy though. I'm sure he'll like you and your friends."

Michael blushed in embarrassment and laughed awkwardly.

"Oh, my bad. I'll see you later!"

You waved and walked home with the groceries. After texting Michael and Jordan, you left a note that you were going to a friend's place for a little bit. You walked to his house (which you mentally recognised the route to) and soon found yourself in a well-lit basement with a group of people you didn't really know well.

"Jordan should be here any minute," you murmured to Michael.

"Well, I'll introduce myself!" Christine exclaimed. "I'm Christine!"

"I know your names. We all went to the same middle school," you chuckled, dropping into a beanbag chair next to Michael.

"It's good that you remember," Michael said. "Nice to know that we aren't forgotten."

The doorbell rang and he moved to grab it. He told you to begin choosing a movie and setting up any video games they wanted to play. Almost instantly Christine and Jake were next to you.

"It seems that our new friend has a crush, even if it's not someone popular," Jake pretended to ponder.

"And I know a lovesick look when I see it! Because Jeremy over there always gave me one," Christine said.

"Hey!" Jeremy shouted in response.

Christine skipped over to him and Jake moved away in his crutches as Jordan and Michael made an appearance.

"Oh my god, I love Apocalypse of the Damned!" he gasped, instantly running to the group near the TV and finding an empty spot.

He seemed to fit in very easily. You motioned Michael to join, and he turned off one side of the lights so it would be easier to see the screen before taking a seat next to you. The entire night was filled with awkward smiles and glances in the other's direction. Halfway through the movie your hand was in Michael's whenever it got the smallest bit emotional. Just as you were all leaving, Jordan turned and shoved you right back through the door and closed it.

"Figure our your feelings, losers!" Jake shouted, followed by laughter.

You turned to face Michael, definitely full-face blushing.

"I'm sure he's joking," Michael awkwardly chuckled.

"I mean, I don't think I would be," you mumbled, finding your feet interesting.

"Are you... saying that you like me?" Michael asked.

"Yes? I mean, you might be a nerd but you’re cool and I’ve liked you for years,” you said. “I wanna ask you out on a date. Can I ask you out on a date?”

Michael laughed and opened the door for you to go.

“Yes.”