Michemil Enthusiast

Michemil is the YOI couple we all deserve |ao3: michelecrispino|

[michelecrispychip]

Well...It’s been a year

So, a  year ago, my yoi obsessed ass decided to make this account so I could freak out over the minor characters that no one else seemed to care about!! lmaoo. I had sooo much fun here and made so many dear friends...I came on here every day and I pumped out shitposts. And then, I stopped....I don’t know, I think life caught up to me or something. A lot happened at once (idek how I got in these situations tbh), and now I’m out here obessing over real people instead of fictional ones. The yoi fandom dying out also kinda got me. Idk if I will get into season two or not. But If i do, I’ll be back LMAO. I miss this account, and I miss you all a lot, and I hope everyone is doing well, but right now, I am not at a point where I would like to continue posting. Thank you for everyone’s support of me and this account....so many good memories lie here. You can still hmu and stuff, idk if I will reply. Don’t unfollow me now, cause I might be back. So, again, thank you...I love you guys.

and happy birthday to Georgi!!! my star

[lukahas]

Person: *mentions Michele*

Emil:

[drawing-aqua-deactivated2020122]

🌍 Sunshine of Europe

[xxxjubesy]

I ❤️ the body swap au

Thank you, Anon! I’m so glad!Here, take the penultimate installment~ XDParts 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 (end)Also available on AO3: Switched

Michele waited for him to answer. Did Emil really think he was playing him? Was he playing him? Looking back, it was suspicious. They’d kissed, several times, in fact. And yet…there was no moving on from that. Michele had been grateful, since it meant he didn’t have to face what he’d done.

But was he hurting Emil by still avoiding the subject after all this time?

Unfortunately, Emil didn’t get to answer. Mila had interrupted, teasing them a bit before they returned to their original mission: making it through the lobby and to the Chinese restaurant without any further delay.

Michele was in a fog as they walked. He stared at the ground, the voices around him muffled like he was hearing them through a thick glass dome. But the things Emil’s friends had said echoed in his ears, clear as day.

He’d spent a lot of time - more than he’d care to admit - thinking about all that he and Emil had shared. The first time they’d accidentally kissed, and Michele had subsequently run away, he was mortified. But, when the opportunity arose again, he’d waited, holding his breath as Emil leaned closer, his mouth tasting like the sweet mixed drink he’d ordered, but also like something else. Something much sweeter.

Michele wouldn’t say that his kisses with Emil were guilty pleasures. They were pleasurable, yes, and he certainly felt guilty the following morning, but…

But they were more than that. They were confessions never uttered. Feelings poorly expressed. They were hints at something more. And it terrified him.

What if Emil found out about his feelings? What then? Would he accept them like his easy, late-night kisses? Or would he laugh - No. Michele wouldn’t even finish that thought. Emil would never hurt him in that way.

Not like Michele had been hurting him.

“Thank you!” Sara called loudly, pulling him from his reverie. She waved at the server and then turned toward Michele and Emil. “Moment of truth two-point-oh,” she said, biting her lip and holding out a tray with two fortune cookies on it.

Michele didn’t even look up at Emil. He couldn’t meet his eyes after realizing what he’d been doing. What he’d done. 

He unwrapped the cookie and cracked it open, pulling out the fortune. As he read it, his eyes went wide.

There is only one happiness in life: to love and be loved.

That was it. It wasn’t about being afraid. And it wasn’t about worrying over every detail. He loved Emil.

He was in love with Emil. 

It was so obvious that it was stupid. How could he have not realized such a simple fact? His feelings weren’t all that complicated.

Michele turned toward Emil, tears streaming down his cheeks.

Emil gasped, his brow furrowing in concern. “Mickey, what’s wro-”

“Emil,” Michele began, dropping his fortune as he drew closer. He lifted his hands, both hovering on either side of Emil’s head before he let them come to rest on his cheeks. “Emil, I…” He swallowed and took a deep breath, looking him right in the eye. “I love you.”

And then he kissed him. And, oh, Emil was kissing back, wrapping his arms around Michele’s waist and smiling against his lips. 

“Mickey,” Emil replied, voice muffled by their kiss. “I love you, too.”

Michele didn’t know when he’d closed his eyes, but they fluttered open when Emil pulled back, panting against his open mouth.

“Mickey,” he sighed, smiling down at him. His dark blue eyes sparkling in the light.

Wait a moment. Blue eyes?

Michele blinked in order to focus, his vision still a little hazy from lack of breath. He stared up at Emil, slowly moving one of his hands from the side of Emil’s head to pinch the other’s cheek. “You’re you,” he said, astonished.

Emil smiled, the backs of his fingers brushing along Michele’s jaw. “And you’re you.”

“It worked!” Mila shouted, drawing them out of their own little world. “Hah! I told you!” She gave Sara a hug and an audible smooch on the cheek.

“Yes,” Sara giggled, pushing the other girl off, but linking their hands before she got too far away. “Good job.”

“So, it was the fortune cookies, after all.” Mila bobbed her head as if agreeing with herself. “I’m a genius.”

“I won’t argue that last part,” Sara said and then looked directly at Michele, whose cheeks heated under her gaze. “But I’m not so sure it was just the cookies.”

“Well, I’m just glad to be back in my own body,” Emil said, placing an arm over Michele’s shoulders. “But if the answer was a kiss like that…” He raked his teeth over his bottom lip. “I’d gladly swap back and do it again.”

“Obviously, there’s no need,” Michele said with a frown and Emil’s face fell. But then Michele moved closer, wrapping an arm around the other’s waist. “We don’t need to swap. You can,” he swallowed, cheeks warm. “You can kiss me whenever you’d like.”

For the first time since Michele had met him, Emil was stunned to silence. But, always a quick one to recover, Emil blinked. “Really?”

“Yeah.” Michele shifted his weight. “We’re dating, right?”

“Oh.” Emil flushed bright red to the tips of his ears. “Um…is that okay?”

“Well, you love me and I l-love you, so…” Michele trailed off, but, thankfully, Sara stepped in.

“Finally!” she cheered. She placed a hand on Michele’s shoulder. “See? All you had to do was confess!”

“And don’t forget the fortune cookies!” Mila chimed in.

“Yes, the fortune cookies…helped,” Sara placated. “Anyway,” she continued with a slight shake of her head. “We have a bit before we need to go to the airport. What shall we do?”

Michele knew what he’d like to do, but he was unsure if he had the ability to vocalize it. He’d run out of steam after so many embarrassing moments.

“If it’s alright with you ladies, I think Mickey and I should head back to the room,” Emil said and Michele turned toward him, eyes wide. “We need to get our things together and…” He glanced over at Michele, a sheepish smile on his lips. “We should probably kiss again. Just to make sure it took.”

“Oh, of course!” Sara winked. “We wouldn’t want you to switching back, now would we?” She placed her hands on Mila’s shoulders and steered her back toward the elevators. “C’mon, Mila. Let’s give them some privacy.”

“Ugh, fine.” She sighed, looking longingly over her shoulder. “But now I really want Chinese food.”

Michele and Emil watched them go. Then Emil leaned over and gently nudged Michele with his elbow. “I hope you didn’t mind that. I…uh..just thought-”

He cut him off with a kiss, loving the dopey little smile it put on Emil’s face. “I don’t mind.” He grinned. “I was thinking the exact same thing.”

AAAHHHH!!!  FINALLY!! So it was a confession (and cookies, I suppose, Mila) that switched them back!

Thanks for sticking with me~ Only one chapter to go!

[myvalzpival]

Imagine

Emil wearing a full tuxedo on his wedding

and Michele low-key dying because he didn’t expect that

Emil and Michele’s grandmas fighting over which one should make the wedding cake

Emil’s dog being the ring bearer just because

Michele feeling guilty because Emil wanted a small private wedding, but Michele’s parents insisted on this huge giant pompous posh thing

Emil specifically asking the band to rickroll everyone during his and Michele’s first dance

Emil very skilfully tackling down an uninvited reporter who tries to harass them

Michele being all stressed out about it repeating how their wedding was just ruined

While Emil just laughs and takes it as a wedding adventure and a fun story to tell his friends in a pub in the future

Emil getting drunk

Emil getting really, really drunk

Emil talking to the ice sculpture for good twenty minutes before Michele finds him and makes him chug a bucket of water

Mila slapping Emil’s younger brother so hard he flies over the room because he talked inappropriately to Sara (and Michele being very appreciative of Sara’s girlfriend doing his former job just right)

Michele and Emil ending up just curled up in the corner on a little sofa, Emil on Michele’s lap just babbling random compliments and Michele playing with his hair with a soft smile because he’s so in love

This has been your daily dose of Emimike, have a nice day!

[jubesy]

Yes.

[mitty3000]

Mitsuro Kubo Exhibition in Osaka 6 I fratelli Crispino,Michele e Sara Emil Nekola

[shan101pi-deactivated20211030]

Drew the Childhood Play AU again huhuhuhu

Emil the tree will always protect his knight <3

[captainsnoop-deactivated2020041]

there are some internet friends where eventually you start calling them by their real name and then there’s times where its like nah son your name is crispy forever

[jackohtrades]

@michelecrispychip

[ainitsuite-agape]

You don’t mess with Sir Michele, he will beat the shit out of you! 

PREVIEW of my comic for @emimikezine / Fantasy AU!

I’m just polishing the last details and then I’ll be ready to send everything to the lovely @dettsu <3 

I’m so happy to be part of this zine with so many talented artists!! Be sure to follow @emimikezine for all the news!! 

STIAMO ARRIVANDO RAGAZZI! 

[sleepyfortress-deactivated20180]

I’ve posted this before but since the deadline is coming up soon— Here’s Emil and Michele for the @emimikezine! I did a (who would have guessed) mafia!AU drawing! Look out for when pre-orders open! 

[xxxjubesy]

PLEASE!!!!!! More body swap au

Ask and you shall receive (eventually, because I will finish this, haha)Thanks, Anon! These messages motive me~

Parts 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8Also available on AO3: Switched

Oh no.  

Oh no, no, no.

This was impossible. Why were they here, of all places?

Emil wracked his brain, trying to remember if his friends from college had mentioned anything about coming to his competition. His mom had said something over the phone about saying ‘hi,’ but he hadn’t assumed it would be in person!

And now, here they were, talking to Michele. Oh, the things they knew!!

Well, it wasn’t like Emil had gone home and put out a broadcast every time he and Michele had kissed. But they’d gotten it out of him one night and…oh, if they said anything, it was all over! Michele would flip out!

So, Emil made his way over to Michele in his body. But, by the time he arrived, his friends had left. “Mickey!” He placed a hand on the other’s shoulder, panic rising up in the back of his throat. But he had to play it cool. “They didn’t…say anything weird, did they?”

Michele just turned toward him, his eyes wide. “Emil,” he began, his tongue coming out to wet his lips. “Do you think I’m playing you?”

Playing? Him? Oh, what Emil wouldn’t have given to know what his friends had said. Then he would have some inkling as to what was going through Michele’s head right then.

“What?” was all he managed to get out before he choked on the very air around them.

“Your friends…” He looked down, the tips of his ears turning red - more obvious with Emil’s lighter skin tone. “They seem to think that I’m playing you.”

So, that’s what they’d said. Emil couldn’t believe it. They’d always been supportive - more or less. Why had they chosen this moment to try and talk Emil - or Michele, in this case - out of going for it?

“I’m…not.” Michele chewed on his bottom lip. “I mean…I don’t mean to be.” He glanced up through shaggy bangs. “Do you think I am?”

Whoa. That was a tough question to answer. On the one hand, Emil was happy that Michele and he had shared kisses and, being a patient man, he was content to wait until Michele was ready before they made anything official. But on the other, Emil was getting just the slightest bit frustrated. Not with Michele, but with himself for not confessing already.

“Mickey-”

“Thank goodness, they’ve gone!” Mila sighed as she and Sara made their way over. “Geez, Emil. You sure are a popular guy.”

Emil, the actual Emil, mind you, released the breath he’d been holding. It seemed as though the girls hadn’t heard any of the conversation. At least he didn’t have to worry about their meddling - sorry, Sara and Mila! - though, it would force him to face the situation head on, instead of continuing to dance around it.

“We’re nearly to the restaurant,” Mila continued, oblivious to the tension in the air. “Let’s see if the magic fortune cookie thing works!”

“Mila,” Sara interrupted. “You know I’m willing to try anything at this point,” she began, checking her watch. “But our flight leaves in four hours.”

“Then, we’ll have to hope that this works.” Mila shrugged.

Emil didn’t have high hopes, considering Mila was basing this entire theory on the plot from a movie. But, it was worth a shot.

Michele was quiet for the rest of the walk and Emil couldn’t blame him. He wanted to reach out and wrap an arm around him, but that wasn’t a very Mickey-like thing to do, so he clenched his fist at his side, fighting the urge.

It was still early and the restaurant wasn’t open to the public yet, but there were a few servers changing out menus and setting the tables. Sara flagged one down and requested two fortune cookies. The server quirked an eyebrow, but brought them out, still in the wrapper, but on a small tray.

“Thank you!” Sara waved and then turned toward Emil and Michele. “Moment of truth two-point-oh,” she said, biting her lip.

They each took one. Emil looked over, but Michele’s eyes were still downcast, even as he removed the plastic and placed it back on the tray. Frowning, Emil did the same.

“Okay, open them together,” Mila instructed and they did as they were told.

Emil broke his open and pulled out the fortune.

You already know the answer to the question lingering inside your head.

Well, that wasn’t exactly helpful. However, when he turned to face Michele, he was floored. There were tears streaming down his cheeks.

“Mickey, what’s wro-”

“Emil,” he began, dropping his fortune as he drew closer. He lifted his hands, both hovering on either side of Emil’s head before he let them come to rest on his cheeks. “Emil, I…” He swallowed and took a deep breath, looking him right in the eye. “I love you.” And then he pressed their lips together for the second time that day.

Hmm…I wonder what Mickey’s fortune said, lol.The next installment with explain that and then there’s only one more left!

Thanks for sticking with me and giving me your support! ♥

[jubesy]

Warm up fluff - EmiMike

“Shh,” Emil giggled between kisses, his finger sneaking up to his lips.

Michele bit back a laugh and reached for Emil’s wrist, holding his hand in place as he pressed his lips to the tip of Emil’s finger, dotting little kisses down each knuckle before he moved his hand out of the way and kissed him firmly once more.

“We’re going to get caught,” Emil warned, though his airy tone would lead one to believe he didn’t mind in the slightest.

“I don’t care,” Michele replied, nipping at his lower lip, his hand releasing Emil’s in favor of twisting his fingers in the other’s unruly hair.

They kissed again, smooth, warm lips gliding sweetly before one of them - it was hard to tell who - deepened the kiss, eliciting more breathless giggles.

Emil pulled back, albeit reluctantly. “You used to care,” he said, face serious, but his lips twitched as though he was holding back more bubbly laughter.

“Well,” Michele breathed, gently bumping their foreheads. His mouth was hovering just over Emil’s, their lips brushing as he spoke. “I don’t anymore.”

Ah~ I missed writing fluff for these two~ Time to update the Daily Dose of Fluff

[michelecrispychip]

here come dat Bobert!!!

A gift for  @emilnekolakofola ;) ♥

[michelecrispychip]

you are one of the nicest people i've met on here and have helped encourage me to keep creating! also i think it's awesome that you don't mind if people have different opinions than you and still respect them as long as they're being respectful

whaaaaaat?? omg?? this message made me sooo happy. I’m so glad I actually helped to inspire you to keep creating wonderful works. I don’t know what I specifically did, but I’m happy that I decided to do whatever helped encourage you. 

and nice?? in MY me? it’s more likely than you think .  honestly I’m always a little surprised when someone calls me nice, because I always feel like I’m kind of a mean person haahah (I’ve been called mean/heartless a lot) but you know what? it always pays to be nice and I try to remember that whenever I’m in a bad situation, or even when it’s just a random act of kindness. I’m absolutely elated that I come off as a nice person on here. thank you so much. ((though I do get hella fucking salty a lot LMAO)

Hahahah as for the respecting others’ opinions part? that’s just common sense. Respecting that other people think of things differently than you do is something a lot of tumblr users (and many other people in the world) somehow cannot grasp ;’) it’s a simple concept, really. 

((I’m going to use a fictional example here, but please note that this applies to irl things, too. just alter it a bit haha)) 

For example, some people really love Otayuri. Some people hate it. Some people ship Otabek and/or Yuri with other people besides each other (multishipping). but of course, you probably know all that drama. Certain people in the yoi fandom (and most other fandoms) like to get upset when someone doesn’t think that their ship is the best ship-- or they get mad for another reason (it’ll never be canon! it’s inappropriate! ((cough people calling Otayuri pedophilia cough))  etc!)

Well, maybe you do think it’s the best ship! maybe you think it’s the worst ship! maybe you don’t even care. But why does it have to be a fight? LET THE PEOPLE BE. 

Honestly, you’re allowed to ship anything you want. Maybe you’re the only one that likes the ship, but hey, if you like it, good for you. Or maybe you hate a super popular ship. Cool! I understand why you wouldn’t like the ship.

 Like, i really don’t like the seungchuchu ship, BUT, the thing is, I can understand why people do like it! and I’m happy for them! do I have to like something for other people to be able to like it? no! so what do I do? I let them enjoy their ship. I let them have fun. I don’t start fights or say shit things about it to make people not like me or not even like the ship anymore. ((yes, i have had ships ruined for me personally because of people like that)). And you know how many nice seungchuchu shippers there are out there? a ton! I’ve talked to a few, and maybe this is surpsing, but people who don’t like the same stuff as you can actually be NICE, NORMAL PEOPLE WHO ARE ENTITLED TO THEIR OWN OPINION. 

everyone is entitled to their own opinion! But my point is, just because someone doesn’t like the same thing as you doesn’t mean they aren’t a good person! They just have a different view than you. And that’s great- that is why the world is so unique. Because everyone thinks differently. 

It would be boring if everyone liked the same stuff, wouldn’t it? Even if every person on the planet disagrees with you on something, if you see it differently than they do, go you! Do your thing. Just don’t be violent, rude, pushy, etc. about it. Just live your life. When it comes to yoi, the thing is, at the end of the day, they’re all fictional characters. They will never exist, so spending so much time being angry because someone doesn’t like the same character/ship/etc as you is a waste of time. Go live your life while you can. Do something great in the world, I know you can. Just be a good person, okay? 

(sorry, I got a little carried away at the end. i could go on and on, but I should stop lmao. anyways, thank you SO MUCH to whoever sent me this. you made my day. feel free to hmu because I’m very curious as to who you are, but if you wish to stay secret, that’s cool, too! have a great day, and please keep creating. ♥)

[michelecrispychip]

🖤🖤🖤If you receive this you make someone happy. Go on anonymous and send it to ten of your followers who make you happy or someone you think need cheering up. If you get some back, even better! and have a lovely day :-) ⭐️🖤💓💘💞💫⚡️💗💘✨

oh my god, thank you!! this made me smile so much. I hope you have a lovely day, too! 

[lauradrawsshit]

[michelecrispychip]

emil: mickey, guess what?

michele: what

emil: you meme the world to me

michele: 

emil: :)