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Brownies (Michael x Reader)

(A/N: Some Michael x Heere!Reader was requested...enjoy!!)
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The Three Musketeers. The Golden Trio. The Three Amigos.

That was always you, your brother and Michael Mell, for as long as you could remember.

You guys had matching costumes every single year on Halloween, played Mario Kart every day after school, and camped out in the Heere backyard eating junk food whenever someone had a bad day. You were only a year younger, but they never treated you as such. Michael and Jeremy viewed you as an equal; they even let you be player one, once in a blue moon.

It was a dream come true.

Then they "grew up". Jeremy started to dismiss you when Michael came over when he was 14. You still hung around for the occasional round of Apocalypse of the Damned or helped with a math problem every so often, but most days were spent at home while your brother got stoned in Michael's basement.

Even so, your brother's best friend still gave you butterflies when he made an appearance.
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"Dude... dude, do you smell that?" Michael inhaled again, taste buds watering and lips curling into a goofy smile.

"Oh, [name] is probably just making brownies. Does that when they're nervous," Jeremy shrugged, obviously used to it. 

"Still? I haven't seen them do that since we were in, like, seventh grade. Remember, before that big spelling bee?" Michael smiled at the memory. "I've never seen so much stress in such a small body," he shook his head.
"Old habits die hard, I guess," Jeremy leaned to one side, eyes glued to the screen as his fingers glided across the controller. He didn't have another word on the subject, and Michael dropped it while making a mental note to get some brownies at a later time.

After intensely playing (and flunking) level nine of Apocalypse of the Damned for what seemed to be the millionth time, Michael decided he needed to stretch his legs.

"I'm going upstairs. Need anything?" He tilted his head, rubbing his eyes.

"How about a healthy sleep schedule or motivation to complete mundane tasks?" Jeremy yawned, too tired to monitor his satire.

"Um, how about a Coke instead, buddy?" Michael offered his best friend with a chuckle. Jeremy was already curled up on his beanbag chair, drifting slowly into a state of sleep.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. That'll suffice," he mumbled with a sleepy grin.

The creek of the floorboards alerted you of somone's presence as you took the brownies out of the oven.

"Well, look who finally came put of the basement! You want a- oh!" You smiled, putting the tray on the counter. "Hey, Michael," you waved as he came next to you. He'd gotten taller since you last compared your heights, and his signature hoodie had more patches than you remembered.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you," he chuckled lightly, leaning against the granite island in the center of the kitchen.

"Oh, no, I was just expecting Jeremy," you shrugged. "You're a pleasant suprise," you nodded, meeting his eyes. The familiarity of them made you melt- they hadn't aged a day since you first looked into them, and you loved them endlessly.

"So, why all the sweets?" Michael raised an eyebrow, shoving his hands in his pockets to resist touching the hot tray of goodies.

"Sophomore year," you sigh. "It really takes a toll on ya," you say dramatically with a giggle. Michael couldn't help but smile.

"That's what has your stomach in knots? It's only September!" He scoffed, though he understood completely. High school is hell.

"I mean, yeah. Tenth grade? That's like, double digits! There's drama, too. Loads," you insist.