23 Apr 2019
“Hello, I’m calling from Death-Cast. Is this Mark Evan Hansen?”
“Hello, I’m calling from Death-Cast. Is this Con—?” "Yeah. I'm Connor Murphy."
When Evan receives his call from Death-Cast, a company that calls people on the day of their death, and tells them about it a couple or twenty-four hours beforehand—a company that's never wrong, he breaks down. Dying on the first day of his senior year... Well, at least this means he doesn't have to worry about prom, right?
When Connor receives his call from Death-Cast, he feels relieved. Or, he's supposed to—right? After two years of trying to off himself to no avail because of the lack of a damn phone call, he's finally dying. He should feel relieved. So, why doesn't he?
When two boys meet on the last day of their lives, not knowing when the other would die, only knowing that they inevitably would within the next 24 hours, the last thing they expect is a real friendship, let alone an actual connection between them. But turns out, when your life is ending and you have no way to prevent it, relationships blossom real fast.
inspired by the book They Both Die at the End by Adam Silvera
22 Apr 2019
A text message directed to the wrong gamertag was all it took for an unbreaking friendship to form between two boys on two opposite sides of the country.
It started when they were 16, and lasted for long after. After almost a decade of gaming and chatting online together, Michael Mell flies out to be the best man at the wedding of his best friend (both online and generally), Jeremy Heere.
Jeremy heads to the airport to pick up his Player One roughly one month before the wedding, wanting to get to know his best friend in real life before the big day. Michael freezes as soon as he sees his best friend for the first time because oh no, he's hot.
And he's also straight. And engaged.
Fandoms: Be More Chill - Iconis/Tracz
05 Jan 2019
post-canon au where jere gets targeted for his involvement w the squips, his friends get accidentally attacked along w him, and michael makes some split-second hard decisions in order to save his best friend.
“About time,” the man said. He didn’t put away his gun. “You can go stand next to your little friends. Now, I’ll ask one last time before someone gets hurt. Which one of you is Jerem-”
“I am,” Michael said. Jeremy’s body tensed- it felt like a jolt of electricity down his spine, ten times worse than anything the SQUIP could have done to him. His breaths were shallow, and he curled up in on himself. Don’t do this, Michael. Please.
inspired by an au idea from tumblr blog @i-used-to-wear-the-fedora -- they have REALLY cool ideas and posts so go check them out!