Mike leans in and presses his lips to Will’s before he can manage to think it through. It’s lukewarm, and dry, and objectively a pretty shitty kiss. But it sends shivers down his spine and makes his hair stand on end and is, subjectively, the best kiss of his entire life. Until he leans back and Will’s eyes are wide and he feels his stomach drop and the panic set in.
He just kissed Will. He kissed Will, who is a boy and who probably hates him now. He’s just gone and messed up the best thing he’s ever had, just because he can’t fucking keep himself in check. It feels a little bit like someone is pressing down on his chest, like someone’s reached their hands inside his ribcage and is squeezing his lungs. Mike stands up from the couch, leaving Will sitting on it, wide-eyed shell-shocked as he backs out of the room.
His legs feel weak, a little bit. He’s stumbling, not really sure where he’s going except away from Will like that will somehow make all of this better. When he glances up, Will is staring straight ahead with his fingers raised and pressed lightly to his lips. Like he wants to wipe any trace of Mike away but is too afraid to touch. Mike feels sick.
He bumps into something, and that something ends up being Nancy, who holds her hands against his shoulder. “Hey, watch where— Mike?”
“Yeah?” he breathes, unsure of where to look. Wherever he puts his eyes doesn’t really matter because it’s like the afterimage of Will is burned into his retinas forever. He ends up staring at one of Nancy’s brown ringlet curls, still damp from the shower. She smells like bath salts.
“Hey, what’s going on?”
“Nothing,” Mike says, entirely unconvincing, “nothing, just…” he digs for an excuse, “just getting some snacks. Yeah. For our study session.”
Nancy looks over his shoulder, presumably at Will. “Okay,” she says, clearly not buying any of Mike’s nonsense, “why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost?”
Mike’s stomach drops again. Because he’s horrible. Because he’s a queer and just kissed his best friend without permission and then left him sitting there without permission. Because he’s just lost Will, probably. For good this time.
“Mike,” Nancy says, tone suddenly concerned instead of confused, “breathe.”
He takes a deep, shuddering breath that sticks in his throat when he hears steps behind him.
“Hi,” he hears Will say behind him, and Nancy smiles.
“Hi, Will,” she answers. “Do you know what’s up with Mike?” she asks.
Some petty, apparently invincible younger sibling part of Mike rears its ugly head at that. “I’m right here,” he says crossly.
Will just hums, also like Mike isn’t there, but Mike can almost feel his gaze burning into his neck. He knows Will is looking at him, but doesn’t dare look back at him. “I have an idea,” Will says mildly. “You can go back to whatever you were doing, Nancy.”
She smiles crookedly, and says, “thanks.” Then she runs up the stairs.
“Mike,” Will says quietly.
The squeezing feeling comes back. Maybe if he stands really still and doesn’t say anything, he’ll just… disappear. His heart is beating so hard. Already, he’s trying to figure out what the hell he’s going to do when he doesn’t have Will any more. Obviously, the Party is going to side with him because Mike is a creep, and there’s no shot he can stay in Hellfire, and he’ll be all alone. He’ll have to find a new table to sit at on Monday at lunch, or maybe he can just start having lunch in the bathrooms, even if that’s gross. At least it eliminates the embarrassment that would come with sitting literally anywhere else than with the people he’s sat with since third grade.
“Mike, will you look at me?” Will says. Apparently, trying to dematerialize didn’t work. That’s a shame.
“Why,” Mike says hoarsely.
“Oh my god,” Will says, exasperated, “will you just do it?”
Mike blinks, then starts slowly turning around to face Will. Will, who is blushing a pretty light red and who is smiling and who has big shiny eyes. Will, who is diving forwards and throwing his arms around Mike’s neck and pressing his smile to Mike’s slack jaw, who is kissing him back.
Okay. Yeah.
That works.
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BLUE HAIR RAVENSTAN IM PTERODACTYL SCREECHING
*rm!clyde autism vc* erm, actually! its pterodactylus!~
but, no, fr. he is the moment, the movement!!!!
and everyone thinks it's because he's in his cool boy, cool blue, blue rad(s)berry, bad boy era, when in reality he's in his imy ky sad boi era.
like after they fought when the call girl news came out, which, tbh, i think ended with kyle about to call ravenstan 'stan' but then he stopped himself at the last second and yelled out, "no, fuck that! you don't Deserve to have his name! my stan would NEVER do this to me!
....fuck you, raven."
which...OOOOOOOOF. when stan and kyle know who each other are and don't call each other by their actual first names...its really bad. like actually, at the end of The Kyle Can't Say I Love You Fight where jersey is begging ravenstan to stay, stan gives him one last chance and is like "tell me you love me." and kyle is like "w-what?" and stan grabs kyle's hand, looks deep into his eyes, bearing his heart and is like "tell me you love me and i'll stay." n kyle tries and tries and tries
...but he Can't :(
so stan wipes his eyes, laughs a sad little laugh, drops kyle's hand, picks up his black jansport backpack and in The Voice just goes
"adios, jersey."
and SLAMS! the door behind him.
now, one of my favorite things about writing rm is a lot of stuff seems really cute and coy on the surface, but it's actually kind of insidious. or even that something as harmless/innocuous as a nickname might carry the weight of the world across a mere six letters. see, because when ravenstan called his kyle 'jersey' at the that first crimson dawn concert when he chose kyle as his victim, as we all now know, stan knew exactly who kyle was, but pretended not know, and what's more? stan gave kyle a cute little nickname...
jersey.
cute, light, bouncy. on the nose, where blush ran like red snow across that valley of freckles and melted our college student ice king into glassless puddle at the mere utterance of that word from raven's lips. not too much to think about there. seems like a simple thing, calling the boy you like a funny name, to tease him or make him feel special.
to everyone but stanley marsh in that moment, calling kyle jersey and continuing to call him jersey wasn't something he did to be cheeky, it was strategic...it was personal. because it was much easier for stanley marsh to call his precious long lost kyle broflovski jersey...
...than kyle.
it's probably not as obvious as i think it is when i'm writing it in, but if you look closely in rm, you might notice that ravenstan almost exclusively calls kyle jersey, except for a couple really tender moments, or by accident. bc he's not supposed to use kyle's name/
one, it's just too hard, because saying kyle's name invokes way too much raw emotion in him, like the raven voice drops, he starts doing the stan voice, his eyes get shiny, it's half a sob, half a prayer, there's an overwhelming urge to hold him...like it's too obvious. kyle can't say ily and stan is not supposed to say kyle's name.
so he created jersey as a buffer, a fail safe. he created the jersey nickname to create distance between himself and kyle, so that he could keep his head on his shoulders and not go off book.
which is not to say that later on they don't use raven/crow and jersey/yersey when they're being funny/feeling fond, but if kyle calls stan raven in the shrewd deadpan voice or raven calls kyle jersey in the aloof, cool boy raven voice....THEY ARE FIGHTING!!! which...ya.
anyways, speaking of ravenstan's blue hair ( the closest approximate of which i think is this picsart monstrosity i edited [ which idk who drew this but all the credit in the world to them like thats my son ], i also did a blonde one ) after the fight, i just know stan was spiraling super hard, a bottle of chase azul tequila and a bottle of blue arctic fox hair in the other, washing his face w/ his tears, scream singing to abba on vinyl ( jersey loves abba, stan gave him a lot of shit for it growin up, their first dance at sadie hawkins was also an abba song )
and just boarded the plane the very next day with blue ass hands and blue ass hair...also pls note that when stan made the seating arrangements, it was well before they had that fight, so stan put himself next to kyle ( and its a small private plane so the rows only have two seats, i think ) and its a mess like...Roll Clip!
jers: "what? wouldnt'ya ratha sit next to ya girlfirend? here, i'll mov-"
raven: "kyle, you've been mentally preparing yourself to sit in this particular seat for weeks. you begged me to show you the layout of the plane so you could practice. you're not moving. plus, she has a window seat and you hate the window seat. i made sure you were sitting in the aisle seat so you could get up, so you don't feel trapped."
jersey, trying not to be rizzed: "and yet here i am...Trapped. With. You."
jersey, scoffing: "wow. blue? really?"
raven: "thought you'd be pleased, considering it's your favorite color"
jersey: "not anymore."
ravenstan, being a little shit: "oh, yeah? what's it now. whatever it is, i'll change it. i brought color oops just in case." ;)
jersey, rolling his eyes: "y'know, i actually don't like any colors at the moment. hate 'em all! guess you'll have to shave ya head." <3
raven: "no worries. gq magazine says i have the bone structure for it."
aAAAAAASASASAAAAA!!!!! they are being so cunty like boys relax oh my goddddddd...speaking of being relaxed. kyle is not that. kyle does not like planes, reads the emergency card 100 times, makes them check all the systems like 100 times and is particularly frightened by taking off the runway/turbulence so he actually...grabs stans hand by accident, breathing really and stan just squeezes his palm reassuringly and strokes the arch of jersey's knuckles with his thumb before they break away and kyle pretends like it never happened.
stan also...falls asleep on kyle's shoulder for like 70% of the flight, like kyle is just doing something dorky like the sudoku puzzle or reading hemmingway and stan's beautiful freshly blue chai-scented head plops on kyle's shoulder, sleeping soundly. and i shit you not kyle is scared to move that entire flight, a baby looks like its gonna start crying and kyle gives it The Glare and it swallows that sound back up. he's fighting demons and the demons are wanting to gaze longingly at your sleepy ex-sbf and kiss him on the forehead aaaAAAAAAA.
but ya! i love you manic blue hair stan! my hero! my zero!
-uncle nina, dyed hair idiot boy stan agenda
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You've build me up just to destroy me back down and build me back up again with your fragile reader 5 part fic that I keep replaying over and over in my mind again until this day and now I just opened tumblr just for you to smack me in the face with the reincarnated fragile reader post, fyi I am in a public space now and I am trying my best to to scream in excitement while reading this post. Thank you ilysm mwah mwah thank you for the food💐💐 good luck in your future pulls🫶🏻💕💐 I literally made an oc based off of the fic, you inspired me so much to write my own characters and made me consider to start my own blog🥹🫂 pls take care of urself😭💌💌
FHEWIDOHWDW ARHHHHHH YOU ARE TOO KIND!!! 😭❤️❤️ I AM SO HAPPY YOU ENJOYED THE FIC SO MUCH!! ILY MORE!! 🫶🫶 I'm even more happy i've inspired you, that makes me smile so so much 😭 i hope you have a lot of fun with your characters and if you do make your own blog good luck and make sure to enjoy yourself💕 take care of yourself too dear!! 💕
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