#BMC FanFiction

[thegoodwitchevie]

5 masterpieces

[squipstarbi]

if i were good at writing id make a trans rich goranski centric fic, post squip after realising hes bi, slowly becoming friends with michael who he thinks is attractive (as is shown in hospital scene) and how he navigates having a crush on a boy freely but also repairing his friendships and apologising for his actions, him becoming friends with jeremy who is also trying to fix things with michael, brooke and christine after the squip. michael is able to talk to rich about feeling abandoned by jer and the complex situation of knowing it was due to the squips influence but also being hurt that it seemed so quick and easy to get rid of him. michael being the one that helps rich learn how to enjoy stuff that isn't typically 'cool' without worrying about other people's opinions. jer and christine deciding to be just friends because of the whole squiptuation, jer and rich talking about their experiences with the squip together, transfem jer coming out to rich and brooke first, brooke and jer friends to lovers but lots healthier, jake and christine friendship- bordering on qpr - christine wanting to avoid romantic relationships for a bit due to the squip (potentially aro christine) rich and jake having an in-depth discussion about halloween and the fire, let jake be upset with him for a while, understanding but they take time before they make up, bi rich + pan brooke solidarity (i would absolutely make them besties because yes, they talk about their respective crushes and go bowling together) -their friendship is not assumed to be a relationship by anyone around them. michael and rich smoking together as stress relief, rich is more open and is kinda touch starved when high (has a whole is it gay to cuddle your bros moment) accidentally admits to being trans (hc that rich uses trans tape, not a binder because he can exercise safely in it and wears a lot of tank tops) but is immediately accepted/ not made a massive deal (michael would be so chill about it, and would already have been told about jer) michaels moms being the best parents in the whole franchise letting rich stay there a lot due to his dad and hosting others in the squip squad too at various points in time, michael and rich getting together, brooke chloe jenna jer and christine having girls nights and going out for froyo, michael and jer needing time to just be nerds together because it's weird adjusting to having so many more friends now (finally completing AOTD as a metaphor for their friendship being fully repaired)

i want them all to be happy together, feel free to write this fic because i don't think i have the skill (but please tell me when you do/put a link lol) EDIT: I GOT MOTIVATED AND AM IN THE PROCESS OF WRITING, HOPEFULLY IT WILL BE COMPLETED AND WHEN IM DONE I WILL PUT A LINK

[thingsaday]

In emergencies, the SQUIP software was authorized to override its host’s motor functions to get them out of danger. But what about a case where a host’s body was still alive but they were just… not there anymore?

How was the SQUIP to know that Jeremy wouldn't want to come back?

TLDR: Jeremy gets in a crash. The SQUIP tries to help. Things get worse before they get better.

[the0nlysmart0nehere]

"Christine dies of ADD-related causes"

This isn't an update on my search for a full Two River boot. It's a separate little thing.

So recently I was searching for the "Christine dies of ADD-related causes" fanfic to read as it seemed pretty well-known in the BMC fandom and, frankly, sounded so silly that it was intriguing. The link was on the Wayback Machine but no longer works so I had to do some deeper digging. Unfortunately, I was never able to find it myself but I asked on Reddit and someone was able to find it for me.

I now have it and, if you would like to read it too, you're free to message me and I can send it over. But be warned. It is full of SQUIPemy so read at your own risk.

[jeremy-queere]

New chapter!

"I hate role reversal!" So says my voice that comes from within. I get screwed by this reversal, because I don't have to date you to win.

[your-funky-squip-companion]

SQUIPPYYYY

drawn in fire-alpaca

reference photo:

[player-kammit]

Even though I know nothing about Deh I am starting to run out of bmc fics and must now go into deh/bmc crossovers

does anyone have any recent recommendations I am scraping the bottom of the barrel rn 😭😭🫡

[veryobsessedchild]

So erm, I started a Pinkberry fic a few weeks ago and I haven’t worked on it in ages cause of lack of motivation but I do want to finish it at some point so like, would anyone read it if I ever did finish it?

[your-funky-human-companion]

im getting really amused thinking about how the sqiup would react if someone showed it jazz/funk

[justahopelessaromantic]

Close in Comfort

Fandom: Be More Chill Ships: Arson Bros (Richjake) Summary: Then Rich came into his life. And everything went to shit.

Jake didn't know when it started.

Maybe it stemmed from the example his parent’s violent and illegal lifestyle set. Maybe something happened when he was a kid. He vaguely recalled rubbing his eyes and yawning as he crept down the stairs to ask his parents if he could sleep with them that night after a particularly bad dream when he was 3 before ending up with a black eye and a cracked skull from the fight in the living room, resulting in his parents fretting over him for over a week and vowing to never bring work home again (Ironic, seeing that baby Jake didn't mind and, as a matter of fact, thought sporting the scar and bruise look made him hella badass.) Maybe the hit did damage to his brain and that did it. Maybe he was born with it. Maybe it’s Maybelline. Maybe it was the overwhelming ache that confronted him every morning and insisted on lingering with him almost every day, telling him that something desperate to his worthwhile survival (though he could never tell what) was missing. Maybe that was a symptom and not the cause.

What he did know what that he’d always been different from the other kids. And, yeah, he knew how incredibly cliché that sounded, but it was true! Sure, stuff like taking in interest in more violent hobbies as a child, such as tackle football, plucking the legs off of bugs whenever he spotted one, and roughhousing with the neighbors’ kids seemed normal enough, but a people person like him found it obvious that most toddlers weren't too thrilled by sneaking into their baba’s room and bingeing gory horror movies until his dad scooped him up and playfully dumped him into his bed, not even bothering to scold the giggling child for staying up so late or his viewing material.

That paled in comparison to the darker stuff he would get up to later though.

Throwing rocks at his neighbor's windows, subconsciously hoping the glass shards would cut them as they walked past it. Swinging his bat at the other team’s members when he lost a game and doing a disturbingly major amount of damage. Biting the kids on his block if they got under his skin. All of it concerned the adults in his life (save for his parents who only insisted it was simply a sign of the phenomenal criminal he would grow up to be) and himself. He developed a base sense that none of it was normal, despite in how right and natural it all felt.

Over time, his peers began avoiding him and his teachers began reprimanding him before his parents had the chance to blackmail them not to, so, to remedy the sting of his loneliness and harsh criticism, he bottled up those impulses deep down and made an effort to behave the best he could, gaining praise and popularity in the process. After the image of resident good boi Jake had been cemented, he figured he could handle it. That he could be a normal kid.

Then Rich came into his life.

And everything went to shit. 

He didn’t pay much mind to Mrs. Mell’s announcement of a new student. At best, he’d have a new friend, which didn’t mean much, considering his surplux of friendships at the time. At worse, there’d be another kid copying off his tests in class. Yet, as he leaned against the playground’s fence pouring water on an ant farm and gossiping with Jenna while a particularly rowdy squabble spilled out of the courtyard and into the sand box, Jake took the time to squint and tilt his head to get a better view of the fight. And their he was. The new kid, drenched in bruises and fat tears spilling down his face, wildly swinging and clawing at his aggressors in a pathetically vain attempt to feign them off.

And yet, somehow, in his chaotic state, he still came off as the most gorgeous person Jake had seen. It was as if, suddenly, everything had clicked into place and the empty hole inside himself was filled instantly as waves of tranquility washing over him the more he stared at him. Like everything was right with the world and nothing else mattered as long as this kid was ok.

Maybe that explains why he felt such an intense, burning desire to protect him.

Tuning out his friend’s cries of confusion and throwing himself into the fray, Jake managed to scar each bully either mentally or physically, sending them running and/or crying. Swiping up the sky blue glasses on the ground, he slowly bent down and gingerly placed them back on the new student’s head, wide brown eyes hiding behind now slightly cracked frames locked with his in a way that made him feel things he couldn’t put into words even if he tried as he offered a soft smile and brushed a few tears away.

“Hi! My name’s Jake. What’s yours?”

“...Richard.” He muttered, shrinking back into himself and picking at a scratch one of the other kids left. Guess he wasn’t much of a conversationalist. Oh well, he could work with that.

“You got a really pretty name, Richard. It fits ‘cause you’re a really pretty guy.” He held out his hand and helped the now red-faced kid back up, almost falling down himself from the sheer shock of holding hands before tugging on his sleeve. “C’mon, I’ll show you where the nurse’s office is!” Fiercely shaking his head, Rich stumbled back as he...trembled? What was that about?

“Nuh-uh, can’t!”

“Why not?”

“‘Cause than they’ll see the scars and then they’ll get mad at my Daddy and take him away again and it’ll be all my fault!” He cried as he furiously scrubbed away tear streaks and dug his nails into his arm, unintentionally drawing blood from a fresh cut. Acting on impulse, Jake swept up his new friend in a tight hug and explained that he swore he wouldn’t let that happen, added how they couldn’t do that anyway ‘cause Rich getting hurt “is, like...illegal or something!”

“Promise?” He sniffed.

“Promise.”

And with that, the two were off, running back to their classroom and leaving a pack of jerks and one immensely confused Jenna behind them.

[someone-else-write-this]

Jeremy Heere goes to college with Michael Mell and his squip comes back, corrupted, angry, and looking to take over Jeremy full time. Micheal has to save his best friend before the Squip takes over the world.

[zabala0z]

FINALLY DID THAT BE MORE CHILL FANFIC.

So sorry to Jeremy. Hope he’ll understand. Also I’ll respond to literally every single comment because I’m that bored with my life

[swagcoolcat]

Hey, Be More Chill friends!

I have a fun surprise for you!!

I decided to write Jeremy and Michael having a discussion about their fight at the Halloween Party, where Jeremy is more bothered by the fight than Michael is.

If you’d like to read that, click right here!

[nezumithewriter]

I making a short be more chill fanfic where I turn half of the characters into eldritch gods! First chapter’s about Jeremy accidentally summoning “The God of the Red Flux” aka Michael! (I literally only chose him to be that cause haha red he wears a red hoodie i’m so creatively bankrupt :) )

Hope yall like it!

[phantasoba]

My Favorite Person - Boyf riends

Soulmate au - when you fall in love with your soulmate, a red string appears connecting the two of you.

This is just a teaser, the full chapter is posted on ao3

Michael took another drag from the blunt as he stared at Jeremy. Jeremy, who was nearly swallowed by a large beanbag as he mowed down zombies on Apocalypse of the Damned, was going on and on about how he hoped he would find his soulmate soon.

"-you're still my favorite person, of course. That's not changing anytime soon." Jeremy paused the game and flopped around until he was facing Michael. "What about you? Who do you want your soulmate to be?" he asked. Michael shrugged, blowing smoke into his face.

"I don't believe in soulmates." he stated plainly. Jeremy was busy fanning the smoke away from his face, but still looked scandalized at the notion.

Full chapter - https://archiveofourown.org/works/45667855/chapters/114920911

[adhdbisexualramblings]

Chapter 3 of ‘Damaged Tic-Tac’ is out! (couldn’t think of a better shortened title lol) For those of you that are following the fanfic through here. It’s a long one (for me, at least) at 6000 words