completely serious michael x reader
michael luvs y/n ❤️ gender neutral pronouns…
waves || boyf riends
Growing up changes people, and I think it's stupid. Growing up is stupid because you fall in love, and falling in love is awful. It's the worst. It's useless, and if I've learned anything from my adolescence, love is just there to cause pain. I think it's so stupid that I still wish Michael was mine; it's stupid, wanting to kiss his stupid face every time I see it. Wanting him to be in my future again is so stupid.You know what else is stupid? Me. I'm stupid. So it's no surprise that I'm the one who tends to fall in love with the ones who don't love me back-because that's just what stupid people like me do.…
space dust || boyf riends
"I know you're special," he says. "We're all special."His hand rests on mine, but I jerk it away. Whether I do that from gay panic or just general uncomfortableness, I'm not quite sure. He nods as if he's learned his lesson. I turn my head back to the sky, "If you're so sure about it, then what makes me special? Hm?"A long, awkward silence follows after that. I'm sure that he's got nothing to say since he knows I'm right. He seems to think it through for a while."Space dust," he finally says. "We're all made of space dust, and I think that's what makes us all different...in our own little, special ways."I look him up and down for a moment, trying to comprehend a response to whatever hippie, spacey bullshit he's trying to make me believe. Again. He's really got that space-themed analogy, and I'm unsure of how to feel about it."You know, if we're going by space metaphors,"I lean in really close, our faces just inches apart. It makes the both of us feel uncomfortable. The way his face is turning red shows just how uncomfortable he is. "I think I'm made more of dark matter."-disclaimer: this story deals with heavy / sensitive / potentially triggering topics such as depression, suicidal thoughts, self-harm and mentions of suicide attempts. read at your own risk.…
oneshots || bmc
AKA the place where I dump all of my problems onto Jeremy Heere and call it literature…
hug all ur friends || boyf riends
" life's too short to worry about things we got wrong "━━ in which that happy, confident, funny, sweetly obnoxious retro boy who goes by the name of michael mell had been diagnosed with cancer at age eight.━━ continuously told that he was going to die eventually, michael and his mother are convinced that he's a miracle. everyone is convinced that he's a miracle. it's been eight years since his diagnosis, and his heart hasn't skipped one beat.━━ and just as michael realizes his feelings for his best friend, he's told that he's going to die very soon, and that it's really going to happen this time." so hug all your friends and let them know you're not letting go "…