Musical One-Shots

Michael Mell x Male! Reader: Fluff! // Christmas

You opened the door quietly, to see your best friend, Michael Mell, laying on the couch, arms over his head, legs curled up, presumably sleeping.

He looks hella adorable.

Too bad he obviously wouldn't like me that way.

You laugh, a bittersweet laugh, bitter, you could never have him, but sweet, because he really was too adorable.

And he was still in your life, even if he wasn't yours. (aT leAst I kEeP hiS eYeS iN mY liFE-)

Pulling off your hat and trenchcoat from your late night walk, you hang them on top of your mannequin and step closer to Michael, throwing a blanket over him.

Your attention soon shifts to the corner of the room, lights shifting, alternating from a golden glow, to a scarlet red, bright green, and flat blue.

You smile at Michael's handwork and sigh happily.

He always put so much effort into decorating for Christmas. It was always his favorite time of the year.

The time of gifting.

You quietly slip past him and leave your Christmas presents for him under the tree.

He was going to love it, you were sure.

But you still had doubts.

Getting up, you turn back around, looking at him sleeping peacefully, and smile to yourself again.

"Goodnight, Michael," you whisper happily, and climb up the stairs.

*Time Squip*

"Y/N! IT'S CHRRRIIIISTTTTMASSSSSSSSS!" you hear Michael shout and practically skip all the steps, jumping.

He runs into your room and jumps on to you.

"Ow!" you say, and he starts to tickle you.

"Michael-ah-p-please, STOP!" you try to plead as he tickles you into oblivion.

"Nu!" he smirks, and starts to tickle you again.

"M-Mich-EAL, p-plEASE!" you say again, laughing uncontrollably now, tears threatening to make their way down your face.

"Okay," he pouts and lets go of you.

You glare at him, and he looks up at you innocently.

"What?"

You groan, but a smile is very present on your face.

I swear, he is going to be the death of me.

He squeezes you in a hug and you blush.

"No homo," he says jokingly, and does finger guns at you.

You roll you eyes and smile again. "No homo," you reply vaguely.

Oh, I wish it was homo.

He pulls you along the corridor and practically jumps down the stairs, you tripping over your own feet while he somehow makes it down with no problem.

After you both land safely, (him less dizzy than you), he lets go of you and runs over to the Christmas tree, squealing.

His eyes light up in wonder and he begins tearing presents.

You hang back, shaking your head and giggling.

Oh, he looks so precious and innocent.

I wish I had a camera.

His first present was an Nerf gun, which he eagerly tore off the packaging and started shooting you.

"Hey!" you laugh, and frantically grab a pillow off the couch, trying to block Michael from hitting you.

Bullets hit your pillow and shoulder as you wince and fight a smile, trying to smash your pillow over Michael's head.

He stops shooting you and puts the gun next to him, laughing.

He reaches for it again and you see a glint in his eye.

Crap.

Before you can react, he shoots you one last time.

"Michael~" you whine.

"Y/N~" he mocks you.

You frown.

He opens the rest of his presents that you got him, until he stops at the last one, a small little package that makes your heart drop.

Will he...like it?

It was a little pride flag patch that you had made for him.

I don't even know if he is publicly gay...crap.

I think my soul just left my body.

He opened it, and looked at you, blushing happily.

"I love it!" he squealed, his eyes shining.

"Thanks..." you trailed off, smiling.

There was a quiet silence, where you both just quietly stared at eachother.

"I...think I have something to tell you," Michael says, fiddling with his new patch.

His eyes were avoiding yours.

"Hey-yeah, are you alright?" you ask, concerned.

"Uh-Yeah," he says. "Y/N-I, I think I like you."

"Michael-" you say and cut yourself off, "Are-are you high?"

"No," he laughs bitterly. "Although I could see why you think that, and really I kind of wish I am now, and now you hate me-"

You cut him off by pressing your lips to his.

You pull away and smile.

"No homo," he says, jumping into your arms and hugging you.

"Fuck no homo," you say, and he shakes against your chest with laughter.

"I love you."