Based on the song Love Stinks by the J. Geils Band
You love her
But she loves him
And he loves somebody else
You just can't win
And so it goes
'Til the day you die
This thing they call love
It's gonna make you cry
I've had the blues
The reds and the pinks
One thing for sure
"So Ned loves you--"
"Likes. We're sophomores in high school, Michelle. We can't possibly know what love is."
"And you love Peter--"
"Like."
"And Peter loves Liz."
"Likes!"
"Fine! Likes!" Michelle finally consented. "And from what I've heard, Liz likes Peter. Are you happy now?"
"Hardly," you scoffed.
"Man, this isn't even a love triangle anymore," she complained. "This is some sort of messed-up square or something. Why are you involving me in this again?"
"Because you don't care."
"What? That makes zero sense."
"You don't care in the sense that you're separate from this whole mess. You're not really involved," you tried to explain. "I don't know. I know what I'm thinking, but I don't know what I'm saying."
"Nah, I gotcha," she said. "I'm not apart of this messed-up love square, and I frankly don't care how it turns out, so I'm the perfect person to vent to about it."
"Yes! There it is," you exclaimed. "Thank you for being perfect, Michelle."
She gave you a look. "You need to stop telling me I'm perfect. I might actually believe you one day." She shuddered. "I can't even imagine how insufferable I'd be. I'd be worse than Flash."
"And that's really hard to do," you added, then began chuckling at a surfacing memory. "I still can't believe you had a crush on him in eighth grade."
"We don't talk about that anymore, (Y/N). We agreed that middle school is off-limits," she complained. "Besides, extreme cockiness was very attractive in the eighth grade."
"I wish you were wrong...but you're not," you grimaced. "Gross. Can you even imagine having a crush on Flash now?"
"That would be like having a crush on Tom from Parks and Rec. Really embarrassing and full of moments where you wondered why the heck you ever started to like him in the first place."
"I bet that unless Flash suddenly decided to mature, he's going to end up just like Tom Haverford," you postulated. "But, I mean, anything could happen right?"
"Well, one thing's for sure."
"And what's that?"
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And Then I Wrote Marvel
FanfictionRandom Marvel stuff I've written because, dang it, I felt like it. I like to have a little fun with these things, so don't be surprised if they're a little strange. Requests are open. I've mostly just written about the Avengers, but I'm definitely w...
