#BMC x reader

[ijwrsmff]

Be More Chill (BMC) Masterlist

Be More Chill:

Michael Mell

Tinsel

Squip

Angel

[your-funky-human-companion]

the squip going down on you really lovingly but only complimenting the things it changed

[fivenightsatartists]

I been listening to some musicals (mostly listening to Be More Chill) and my brain just been exploded with a idea of a somewhat Crossover Au with a bit of X reader, let me know if you guys are interested in this....

(Spooky Month + Be More Chill Au) Kevin x Reader

Cast:

-Kevin as Jeremy Heere

-Radford as Micheal Mell (I'M SO SORRY!!! QAQ💔)

-Atticus (Skid's dad) as The Squip

-Reader as Christine Canigula

-Liv as Rich Goranski

-Ethan as Chloe Valentine

-Leon as Brooke Lohst

-Streber as Jenna Rolan

-Aria as Jake Dillinger

-Lila or Jaune??? as Mr. Heere (Jeremy's Dad)

-Jack (maybe???) as Mr. Reyes

Tell me if there's anything wrong in this then I'll change things up but no hate please, and yeah I know the BMC fandom is small and forgotten but I don't care I still love it ಠ︵ಠ

Spooky Month belongs to Sr. Pelo, Be More Chill The Musical (2015) belongs to Joe Tracz, and Reader (you) belongs to yourself

[fionacle]

i cannot understate how much a squip would improve my life, but i also cannot understate how absolutely fucked i and everyone around me would be if my squip was evil like in the musical or if it did things wrong and potentially was glitching like in the book. voice of eric william morris coming out of darkiplier (claudia cacace lol)?? i’d be dead. god forbid it became like Wheatley or something. I need you to understand how horribly down bad I would be. it’d tell to punch my sister in the face and i’d just be the judge from the good place “yeah, you’re probably right.” i’d absolutely take the risk because schoolwork is hell and it could tell me how to go through every other part of life, again insanely useful, but dude if i tell you i got a squip keep an eye on me. i have to cope with it being a sentient computer AND whatever character or person it deems important enough to me to influence me? death

[marukane]

its 1am take this and leave me be

[your-funky-squip-companion]

the squip admiring itself/its functions to you and you're just like "mhm mhm" because you're caught up in just how amazing and functional and beautiful it's technology is as well

[pongtoxic]

There isnt enough Michael Mell content sp im gonna make some!! I take both requests and i do stuff on my own ♡

Masterlist:

Be More Chill:

MICHAEL MELL:

My player two; WIP

JEREMY HEERE:

Nothing yet!

[4ndr01dg1rl]

𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 - 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐮 - 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

this is based off the musical be more chill (obviously). it will follow the rough storyline given by the songs available on spotify. there will be atleast 16 chapters based off each song. i wont be doing do you wanna ride, do you wanna hang or the pants song for plot reasons.

all characters are in high school. all chapters are sfw.

𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭

𝐲/𝐧 𝐥/𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐞

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚

𝐜𝐥𝐲𝐝𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥

𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐬𝐤𝐢 𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐩

𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐢

𝐛𝐞𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐡𝐬𝐭

𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐝𝐢 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐥𝐨𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞

𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧

𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞

𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐬

twitters

𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬

𝐭𝐛𝐚...

[blackwidownat2814]

Magical Mystery Ride (J.Seresin)

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x plus size!reader, Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x librarian!reader, Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Garcia!reader, Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x latina!reader

Word Count: 4719

A/N: This was written for @roosterforme's Love Is In the Air challenge. The song I chose was John Legend's romantic hit, All of Me; it's what inspired the title! Thanks once again to the incomparable, amazing, sweet @jobean12-blog for her help beta-ing and letting me bounce ideas off her when I'd get stuck.

Trigger Warnings: Bob has an accident that isn't described. Jake has an accident that is described. Depressed Jake. Negative feelings of self-worth. I know absolutely nothing about comas because I am not a doctor.

‼️⚠️I do not give permission for any of my work to be copied, translated or reposted anywhere else but on my own blog.⚠️‼️

Masterlist

You didn’t think you’d be back here so soon.  The pale cream walls of BMC MCAS Miramar taunted you as you made your way down the hall.  Everyone had just been here a few weeks before when Bob had been recovering from a training accident.  You weren’t privy to the details of said accident, but all you knew was that Jake was directly at fault.

And even though Bob forgave Jake, the guilt was absolutely crushing him.

You hadn’t been to see Bob in the first couple of days after the accident because you knew he was going to feel overwhelmed with the squad, Mav, Penny, and quite a few others checking on him.  You sent a ‘Get Well’ gift with Mickey and you texted with him regularly.  When you finally went to go see him, you heard Jake’s raised voice.

“How can you say that to me Bob?” Jake snapped.  “How can you forgive me for that stupid mistake when it almost cost you your life?”

“Jake, did you do it on purpose?  Did you do that with the express purpose of killing me?” Bob asked quietly.  You could hear Jake stammering, like he was so appalled that Bob would ask him that and he just couldn’t form an answer.

“Hell no.  Of course not!” he cried.  “I may act like an asshole, and tease you like we were kids in school, but I’m not that guy.  You’re one of my favorite people, man.  Dewey loves you like you were another brother, and I love her, so…”

“Then why shouldn’t I forgive you?”  Jake didn’t respond, so you made some noise to alert them you were heading their way.

You walked into Bob’s hospital room with a smile and went to greet him first.

“Hey Bobbers, how are you feeling?” 

“I’m getting there.”

“Good.”  You gave him a kiss on the temple and turned to see an expressionless look on Jake’s face.  You pulled him into a hug, which he seemed less than enthusiastic to return. “Jake?”

Jake wouldn’t look at you.  His eyes focused on the floor.

“I, uh…I’m gonna go now.”

“But J-”  He swept out of Bob’s hospital room without so much as a ‘goodbye’ to either of you.  You were staring at the doorway your boyfriend had just walked out of when you heard your name being called, your real name.  You went and took a seat at Bob’s bedside.

“He’s just beating himself up over what happened.  Jake’s one of the best–don’t you ever tell him I said that–and so when he messed up, and someone got hurt, it threw him for a loop.”

“I just wish I knew how to help him.”

“Just give him time Dewey.”

You gave him time.  Everyone did.  Bob was released several days later, and Jake wouldn’t look him in the eye when Bob (once again) told him that he forgave him.

“I mean it Jake”, Bob said.  “You don’t need to hold this over yourself.  You didn’t do it on purpose.  I forgive you.”  

“You shouldn’t.”  Jake picked up his things and turned back towards him.  “You shouldn’t forgive me.  I ruin every good thing I touch.”

That’s the day it started…at least, that’s what Bob and the others told you.  Jake started to be more reckless with his flying.  Jake was no longer dripping in confidence to which everyone was accustomed.  Mickey would tell you that he appeared to lose his confidence, in his abilities to be the best and just about everything else.

You saw it too, if you were lucky to see him. When you did see him, he barely held you; at first it was just holding your hand and kisses at the corner of your mouth.  It eventually whittled down to no touches or kisses at all.  He barely acknowledged you, except for saying ‘Hey’ when he noticed you were around.  You knew what was happening: he was pulling away.

You did everything you could to show him that despite his mistake, you still loved him and you always would.  Jake wouldn’t accept that, however, so you decided not to push anymore.  You’d be there when he was ready, but you wouldn’t push because you knew that would only drive him farther away.

You stood in the doorway of Room 2188, watching the gentle rise and fall of Jake’s chest.  His sister, Lauren (Jesse and Isla’s mom), was sitting with him

“You know, Jake, the girls miss you.  They keep asking when they can see Uncle Jake.”  She sniffled a little before continuing.  “So I’m going to need you to wake up.  For them, for me, for Leslie, for Coyote and all your other friends…but especially for your girl.  I know you love her and she loves you.  You miss him somethin’ awful, don’t ya, Dewey?”

You hadn’t realized she knew you were there.

“Very much”, you replied.  Lauren stood as you walked over and hugged her.  “Any change?”

“None.”  You could see she was tired.  She’d spent the entire night at the hospital since you weren’t allowed to.  You and Jake weren’t married so you weren’t ‘family’.

“Go get some rest.  Get you a shower and something to eat.  The girls are probably tired of Rooster and Coyote.  I’ll let you know if anything changes.”

“I think it’s more the other way around to be honest.”  She gave you a big hug before gathering her things to leave.  “Thanks Dewey.  We’ll get our Jake back soon.”

“I hope so.”  Lauren shut the door as she left.  You leaned forward and kissed Jake’s hair since his face had several bruises that you didn’t want to aggravate.  You sat down in the chair Lauren had been occupying and reached forward for Jake’s hand.  You made sure to avoid touching his side, where he was still healing from being impaled by a piece of debris (he had been lucky because the piece of jagged metal had missed major organs).

Before you could speak, there was a knock at the door and Dr. Bast stepped in.

“Hello Miss Garcia.  How’s our favorite librarian today?”  The doctor’s English accent was soothing and helped calm your nerves.

“Ok as I can be Doc.”

“That is quite understandable.”  Dr. Bast picked up Jake’s chart and started reading over the notes made by the night nurses.

“So, any theories as to why he hasn’t woken up yet?” you asked.

“Unfortunately not.  While he has no swelling in his brain, he did get thrown against the ground harder than we would like, so that’s what caused the traumatic brain injury, therefore the coma.  It could’ve been worse, had he not been wearing a helmet.”

You looked back at Jake, and brushed the hair from his forehead.  “I need you to come back to me cowboy, okay?  Please.”

“Don’t worry Miss Garcia, your lieutenant will be alright, even if I can’t tell you when.  He’s improving each day.”  Dr. Bast smiled at you from the other side of Jake’s hospital bed.  “Just keep talking to him, he’ll hear you.”

“I always thought that was a myth.”

“Patients may not hear every single thing, but they still hear you.  Anyways, I’ve also got a surprise for you: You’re being allowed overnight stays with Lt. Seresin.”

Your head whips around to the doctor.

“Really?”  He nods and you shoot out of your seat to pull him into a hug.  “Thanks so much Dr. Bast, I really appreciate it.”

“It was nothing.  Now, I’ll leave you to it.  We’ll be back to check on him later.”

You resume your post next to Jake’s bed once again, but you suddenly couldn’t stand the quiet, so you switched on the tv and were deep in commentary about a movie you were watching on Netflix called Set It Up (“You know, if you look real close at when Charlie and Harper are having pizza, you can see the exact moment he falls in love with her, I swear!”) when there was a knock at the door and your brother and Reuben stepped in.

“Hey hermanita.”

“Little Garcia.”

You stood and both men gave you almost bone-crushing hugs and pulled up chairs.

“Thanks for visiting guys.”

“Of course.  We needed to see how Jake was doing”, replied Mickey.  He took a deep breath before continuing.  “But we also came because we wanted to talk to you.”

“Fanboy, maybe we shouldn’t–”

“She needs to know man”, Mickey said, cutting off his pilot.

“But–”

“Guys!  What are you talking about?  What do I need to know?” you asked as you looked at your brother and Reuben.

“About the conversation we had with Jake the day of his accident.”

“What did he say Mickey?”

“You have to understand, he felt like shit after what happened to Bob.  All of us could see he’d lost confidence in himself and he wasn’t flying like we all know he should’ve been…”

“You need to get out of your head Hangman, or you’re going to make my sister a widow before you can make her a wife.”  

Jake felt the hurt of that comment in his spine.  It had been so long since Fanboy, or anyone for that matter, had said his callsign with such disdain, so it only piled on the hatred Jake was already feeling for himself.  It also didn’t help that he’d taken Fanboy to lunch to ask for his blessing to propose to Dewey a few days before Bob’s accident.

“Well, maybe she’d be better off without me.  I was the reason her best friend got hurt, and he could’ve died”, Jake said.  No one had ever heard him sound so defeated.  “Besides, I know you never liked me for her…”  Fanboy sighs.

“Jake…man, that’s not what I sa–”  Jake cuts him off.

“You thought it though.”  Fanboy was getting increasingly worried as the conversation continued.  “Maybe I should just go.  I’m probably only going to fuck up her life.”

“Jake.”

Before Jake could reply, he heard a horrible sound coming from his jet’s engines and alarms began going off in the cockpit.  He heard Payback and Fanboy calling out to him.

“Hangman, what’s going on?!”

“Is it a bird strike?” he heard Fanboy call out over coms.

“No, there’s something wrong with the engines!”  Suddenly he heard another grinding sound and then his left wing was on fire.

“Hangman!  Eject!” Maverick’s panicked voice came through his headset.  “Eject!”

“Extinguishing left engine!”  Jake went through the process of trying to quell the fire in the engine, when an alarm went off signaling the failure of his right engine.  “Damn it!  Extinguishing right engine!”

“HANGMAN!  EJECT NOW!”  Memories of the day of Phoenix and Bob’s crash years before played through Jake’s mind as Maverick screamed at him.  He tried starting the engines once more, if only to gain a bit more altitude so he could eject safely.  That did the same as it had when Phoenix tried it and it sent Jake’s Super Hornet spiraling.

Jake pulled the ejection handle and flew upwards as his jet made impact and exploded, sending debris flying at him.  He cried out in pain as he looked down to see a piece of metal sticking out of the left side of his abdomen.

And because luck was not on his side, a gust of wind sent him careening towards the ground.  The impact was enough to knock him completely out and as the darkness crept into his vision, his last thought was of you.

“...and if that hadn’t happened, he probably wouldn’t be in a coma”, Mickey said.  You had tears streaming down your face by the time Mickey finished (an abridged version) of his story.  Your brother and Reuben pulled you into a group hug.

“I’m sorry Little Garcia”, Reuben said.  “I know he’s going to be okay.  He’ll be back to normal, showin’ us all up in no time.”

“I hope so Reuben”, you replied.  “Thank you for telling me.”

“No problem hermanita.”  

Mickey and Reuben stayed a couple more hours, eventually leaving only because they had training to get to.

Eventually, Dr. Bast returned to do his nightly check on Jake, so you went down to the cafeteria to pick something up for your dinner.

The doctor was gone by the time you got back, so you settled in the chair and flipped the tv on just so you had something on in the background.  After dinner, Bob and Phoenix stopped by for a quick visit after training and dropped off a small bag of your things that Mickey had put together for you.

After your best friend and his pilot left, you decided to get ready for bed.  After Mickey’s story earlier, you felt emotionally drained.  It was when you were about to start your face care routine that you got an idea.  You put on your headband and grabbed the extra and left the bathroom to see Jake.

“I’ve decided that we’re going to have a spa night cowboy.  Now, I know you hate my cat ear headband, but you’re unconscious so you have no say.  Got to keep all that glorious hair out of the way you know.”  

You slipped it on and then went to the bathroom to do your cleanser.  After patting your face dry, you grabbed a package of face wipes, moisturizer, and a jar of eye masks and placed them on the small hospital bed table.  

Before you began anything, you opened Spotify on your phone and pulled up your Liked Songs playlist and tapped play.  The soothing tones of Henry James’ It’s Been A Long, Long Time started flowing from the speaker (it being the song that played on your drive to the hospital).  After setting aside the phone, you popped open the package of face wipes and carefully wiped his face clean.

Henry James segued into John Legend’s All of Me, one of your favorite romantic songs.  You started singing along quietly as you twisted open the jar of eye masks, and carefully place one sparkly patch under Jake’s right eye.

'Cause all of me

Loves all of you

Love your curves and all your edges

All your perfect imperfections

Give your all to me

I'll give my all to you

You're my end and my beginning

Even when I lose, I'm winning

After you put down the patch under Jake’s left eye, you put the eye masks on yourself, sat down next to Jake, and put your hand in his.  You continued singing along, and it got to the last verse when you felt a squeeze.  The song was immediately paused and you turned to look at your pilot.

“Jake?  Sweetheart?”  His face showed no signs that he was waking, and his heart monitor was a steady beep.  Maybe I imagined it? you thought to yourself.  You were looking at your hands when you saw it happen.  It felt like the hundreds of movies you’d seen where the unconscious person heard something and they magically woke up.  

So, you watched and waited.

Nothing happened.

“Baby, can you turn it down?”

“Why does my face feel wet?”

“Where am I?”

“Dewey, why are you crying?  I can hear your crying.”

“Wait…why can’t I move?  Why can’t I open my eyes?”

“WHAT IS GOING ON?!”

Unfortunately, you were not privy to Jake’s inner turmoil.  You didn’t hear him calling out for you as you pulled the headband and eye masks off his face, tossed them into the trash can, pressed the call button.

It was a few minutes later when you heard a knock and Jake’s night nurse (who’d introduced herself earlier), Nurse Jo, stepped in.

“Everything okay, love?”

“Uh…um, he squeezed my hand.”

“Now, are you su–”

“I know what I felt and what I saw.  He squeezed my hand.  Twice.”

“I’ll page Dr. Bast.”  She noted your shining eyes and came over and placed a calming hand on your back.  “Don’t worry, love.  He’s going to be okay.  If anything, this was an indication that he might be coming out of the coma.”

“I hope so.”

You texted Lauren to update her on what was going on with Jake, because you needed her to know immediately.  You had just put away your phone when Dr. Bas came in.

“Jo, what have we got?”

“Miss Garcia informed me that Lt. Seresin squeezed her hand twice.”

“Are you s–”

“100%.”  You cut him off.  “I saw it happen.”  The doctor looked Jake over some more, before he typed up his notes in Jake’s file.

“I cannot, with absolute certainty, tell you why he squeezed your hand.  It could be random muscle spasms, it could be something worse.  However, it could also mean that he’ll be waking up soon.  I’m hoping it’s that.  For now, I’ll have the nurses increase their checks on him, as well as I’ll come a few extra times each day if my schedule permits.”

“Thank you so much.”

“I will caution you, however.  When he wakes up, it usually comes in stages.  This isn’t like the movies where he’ll open his eyes and automatically remember what happened, who you are or who he is.  He’ll most likely be suffering from post-traumatic amnesia, which would account for his potential memory loss and he could also become restless and agitated.  So it’s best to not take a lot of what he says in the first hours or days to heart, it’s just his brain rebooting.”

“Will he remember all that?  The time right after he wakes up?”

“I couldn’t tell you for certain.  It’s different with every person.  But also, none of what he says, if he even does, is one of those ‘this is how feels deep down in his subconscious’ type of things.  Like I said, don’t take any of it seriously.”

You looked over at Jake and ran your hand through his messy hair.

“Is there anything else I need to keep an eye out for?” you asked without looking back over at Dr. Bast.

He explained a few more things before he and Nurse Jo left the room.  You called Lauren and let her know everything the doctor had told you.  After you finished the call, you put on Spotify again (on random), and by some weird chance, ‘All of Me’ started playing again.

You smiled as you set a sleep timer and grabbed a pillow and blanket to get comfy in your chair for the night.

Lauren arrived the next morning, just in case.

Jake showed no other signs of waking up.

The next day was almost the same.  Except that Bob, Rooster, and Coyote came to visit and Lauren told them what Dr. Bast had told you.  At first, everything was normal.  But when Rooster started talking, Jake squeezed your hand.  You failed to connect the two incidents and didn’t mention it.

Coyote took over the conversation, then Lauren said something that caused Rooster to chime in and Jake did it again.  The more Rooster spoke, you finally started putting it together.  The group realized something was going on when they realized you weren’t even paying attention to the conversation.

“What’s going on?”  Lauren gave you a questioning look.

“Everytime Rooster talked, Jake squeezed my hand.”

“Ha.  Even out cold, Bagman can’t get enough of me”, Rooster said with a smile.  It had been a while since Jake and Rooster would consider themselves rivals, and thought of each other as the brother neither ever had.

But Jake didn’t squeeze your hand when Rooster spoke that time, instead he–

“Uggggh.”

It was almost comical the way everyone stopped talking and snapped their heads towards Jake.  When he made no sounds, you looked at Rooster and motioned for him to talk some more.

“Uh…I never told you this Jake, but when you saved Mav and me, I almost cried.  I went to visit my parents after we got back and I told th–”

“Ch…”

“You’re a good man Jake, and one of the best wingmen I could ask for…”

“Chick…”

“So we need you to wake up, okay brother?”

“Chicken.”

“Really?!”

Still, Jake didn’t wake up that day.  Everyone (but you and Lauren) left when Dr. Bast arrived.  They took Jake for tests and when they brought him back, told you two that he was showing amazing improvement.  Lauren switched out with you that night so you could go home for rest, but you didn’t really get any.  You were so worried he’d wake up and you wouldn’t be there.

When you arrived the next morning, you found Lauren and Dr. Bast in the hallway, both looked worried.

“--completely normal for him to not remember anything.  He’s suffering from Post-Traumatic Amnesia.  His head injury wasn’t too severe, so I don’t think it’ll last a significant amount of time.”

“He woke up?”  They both turned to look at you and Lauren rushed over.

“About 15 minutes ago.  I knew you’d already be on your way, and he needed to be looked over, so that’s why I didn’t call you.”

“No worries at all.”  You hugged her tight.  “How is he?”

“It appears that Lt. Seresin only remembers being in the Navy and being from Texas.”

“Can I see him?” you ask in a small voice.  Lauren nodded and Dr. Bast led you into the room.

“Lt. Seresin?”

“Yeah, doc?”  You felt your heart swell.  It had been so long since you’d heard that Texan drawl.

“Are you okay to receive another visitor?”

“‘Course doc.”  His accent was thicker than you had ever heard before.

“This is Miss Garcia, your–”

“--friend.”  You didn’t want to overwhelm Jake so soon. "We're friends."  

“Well, I’ll leave the two of you to it.”

“Like I said, I’m a friend of yours”, you said and took a seat near the bed, but not super close.  Jake’s eyes looked you over closely, making you want to shrink in on yourself.  You couldn’t help looking him over just in the same way: his hair looked a little shaggier and he had a decent beard going on.

“How are we friends?”

“My brother is in your squad.  His name is Mickey, Mickey Garcia.  Callsign Fanboy.”  Jake looked away for a minute, as if he searched his mental files for that name.

“Does he like Star Trek?”

“Yes!  Yes. Loves it.  I like to call it his one flaw, because I love–”

“Star Wars.”  Jake was still staring off into space.  “Your voice sounds familiar.”

“Well, we have known each other for a year or two now…”

“What’s your name?”  He smiled when you told him.

“But Reuben–his callsign is Payback…he’s a member of your squad too, and Mickey’s pilot–he likes to call me Little Garcia sometimes.  I still don’t get why.  I’m not younger than Mickey and I’m certainly not littler than he is–”

“You’re gorgeous.”

“Oh.”  You felt the heat creep up your neck and settle in your cheeks.  “Um, thank you.  You, uh, you don’t have to say that though.”

“I mean it.”

It went like that for a couple days, but you weren’t at the hospital as often as you were when he was unconscious.  You told yourself it was so he could recover without having so many people around him, just Lauren to help him along.  

But in truth, you stayed away because you were worried; worried that he wouldn’t remember you or everyone but you and the relationship you two shared.  You always thought it was like a dream, a man like Jake wanting to be with someone like you…even after all this time.  Lauren would message you several times a day, telling you that Jake was asking for Little Garcia.  You made excuses that you were busy at work since you’d been gone for a bit after what happened to Jake. You knew you had chosen the wrong time to distance yourself, but you couldn’t help thinking What if, when he remembered everything, he realized he didn’t want to be with you anymore? or worse, What if he blamed you for the accident?  The rational part of your brain was screaming at you that you were so very wrong…but you just couldn’t hear it.

Around four days after Jake woke up, you planned on finally going back to visit him after work, and went so far as shooting Lauren a quick text letting her know and set about working on shelf reading (aka organizing and straightening) the graphic novel section.

You were up on a step stool, when you heard what sounded like a group come in downstairs.  You thought about going down to see if Cas needed help, but decided against it; she’d call if she needed you.  Hoping the footsteps that signaled someone was coming upstairs were planning to avoid the section you were working in, you continued your organization.

You were zoned out as you worked so you were beyond surprised when you felt hands at your waist.  You let out a yelp as you were falling preparing for the pain of a fall that never came.  There was something about the arms around you, so as soon as you felt calm enough, your eyes snapped open.

“Jake?”  He helped you stand comfortably and scooted away from you.  “Oh my God, what are you doing here?  How are you feeling?”

“They let me out, and I’m feeling way better”, he replied.  “I’m not 100%, but I’m getting there.”

“Good!  I’m so glad.”

“Where have you been?  I’ve been waiting to see you Dewey.”

“I’ve been b- - Wait.  You called me Dewey.”

“I did.”

“That means- -”

“Yup.  I remember everything darlin’.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.”

“I’m s- -”

“Do you not love me anymore?” he asked.  “Is it because of the accident that hurt Bob?  D-do you have feelings for Bob?”

“No! No, Bob is my best friend.  I love him the way I love Mickey, he’s another brother to me. You know that.”

“Then what is it?”

“I love you more than everything.  I was just so scared that you’d never remember me or you’d wake up and realize your accident was my fault.”

“Sweetheart, my accident was a simple malfunction.  It happens  sometimes.”

“I was so scared, so so scared, that I was going to lose you.”

“I won’t lie to you and say that will never happen, because nothing is ever certain in this job.”

“I know.”  Jake smiled at you and took your hands in his, leading you over to the balcony overlooking the library’s main floor.  You gasped upon seeing all of the Dagger Squad, Penny, Amelia, Lauren, Cas, and even Nurse Jo and Dr. Bast gathered together.  Every one of them was holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers in your favorite color, smiling up at the two of you.

“Fanboy?”

“I know I’ve already given it, but yes, you have my blessing…and our parents’ too.”  You turned to look at Jake so fast, you swore you heard a cracking sound.

“Oh my God.  Oh my God. You’re- -”

“I am”, Jake answered with a smile and got down on one knee.  He reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out the most beautiful ring you’d ever seen.  “This belonged to Nana Seresin.  Our grandpa gave it to her back in the day when he proposed and said it was going to be handed down to me when I met the love of my life.  I went to visit Nana after that Halloween carnival.  You remember the one?”

“Mmhmm.”  You were completely incapable of words in that moment.

“I knew then, that one day, I was going to marry you.”  You were crying in earnest now.  “When I first woke up, and I couldn’t remember anything, I just knew there was something I was missing.  So I’m just going to keep it simple.  Miss Garcia, Dewey…Will you marry me?”

“You know how much I love quoting my favorite things…”

“Yeah…?”

“So, before I give you my answer, I’m going to use the words of a woman much wiser than me: ‘The only thing I ask is that you outlive me so I never have to live another day without you'.” **

“Is that a yes, baby?”

“Yes Jake, I’ll marry you.”  He slid the ring onto your finger and stood up, pulled you into his arms and kissed you.

The two of you pulled apart to everyone’s cheers.

“I love you so much Jake.”

“I love you too sweetheart.”

Please don't forget to reblog and comment! Let me know what you think, but don't be a dick!

There will be more adventures for Jake & Dewey!!!

**Click here if you want to see what wise woman Dewey quoted. Spoilers for season 3 of Yellowstone.

[mitch-the-silly]

HIIIII SO THIS ISNT A REQUEST JUST A STATEMENT BUT IM THE GAL WHO REQUESTED VOX X THESPIAN OVERLORD READER AND LET ME TELL YOU THAT WAS ONE OF THE BEST THINGS IVE READ KN MY ENTIRE LIFE ISTG 🤩🤩🤩 I WAS KICKIBG MY FEET AND GIGGLING WHILE READING IT AND THE BE MORE CHILL REFERENCE ABSOLUTELY SHATTERED ME (IN A GOOD WAY BC ITS MY ALL-TIME FAVORITE MUSICAL) IM DEFINITELY GOING TO REQUEST AGAIN SOON 🥰🥰🥰

OMG THANKS GIRLY!!! I had so much fun writing it! I’m SOO glad you loved it! It means the world to me, honestly! I just HAD to add the BMC reference- I love that musical with the entirety of my being and I just know Vox would have watched it at least once-

BUT RAHHHHHHH THANKS AGAIN!!!

Here, have an image of Vox as a bonus for being AMAZING!! :D

[mydickisjuicy]

Intro Post

i am literally so Veronica fr i am going to be writing fanfictions and that is that thank you goodbye I TAKE REQUESTS BTW

-nagi

WAIT I FORGOT I WILL CURRENTLY BE WRITING FOR

PJSK

Toya Aoyagi

Akito Shinonome

Rui Kamishiro

Nene Kusanagi

Mafuyu Asahina

Airi Momoi

Kohane Azusawa

An Shiraishi

Tsukasa Tenma

Emu Otori

Kanade Yoisaki

HEATHERS

JD

Veronica

Heather Duke

Heather McNamara

Heather Chandler

TBHK

Sakura Nanamine

Natsuhiko Hyuuga

Tsukasa Yugi

Amane Yugi/Hanako-kun

Nene Yashiro

Akane Aoi

Aoi Akane

Teru Minamoto

Kou Minamoto

HXH

Chrollo Lucilfer

Feitan Portor

Shalnark Ryusei

Hisoka Morow

Illumi Zoldyck

BMC

Anyone and I mean ANYONE in the musical or book, ANY CHARACTER

RTC

Ocean O’Connell Rosenburg

Constance Blackwood

Mischa Bachinski

UPDATE AGAIN- I WRITE SMUT LIKE A SINFUL LITTLE CUNT HAND OVER YOUR REQUESTS

What i write

X reader scenarios

X reader fics

Character x character scenarios

Character x character fics

Character (n)sfw alphabets

Angst i love angst yassss (let your mind run wild here but keep in mind i’m pretty new to writing as of now

Fluff

Other headcanons and stories rly as long as im comfortable

i will write for ur ocs if u want pookies

pls request i need a reason to write stuff more

Masterlist: here

[kenascutecorner]

writing master list

View Askewniverse

Brodie

too little

Criminal Minds

Twilight

Sixteen Candles

The Breakfast Club

Barbie

Pokemon

BMC

Diary Of A Wimpy Kid

The Perks of Being a Wallflower

Stranger Things

Eddie

Jealousy, Jealousy

Metal Baby

Shameless

Weird Science

That 90's Show

IT

Heartstopper

Back To The Future

Beetlejuice

caregiver Adam and Barbara hcs

The Addams Family/Wednesday

The Craft

The Riordanverse

Turning Red

4 town cg headcanons

Supernatural

Dean little!reader x cg!dean

D&D: Honor Among Theives

doric agere hcs

[astrochemstry]

Jeremy Heere HCs

Dating hcs,, because,, god i love him SO MUCH.

gn! Reader

Romance

* Sweet boy!!

* Hes tall so if youre shorter than him

* He likes to rest his chin on your head

* And hUG YOU!!!

* Especially during video games

* If you dont know how to play the game

* He’ll like help you by gently placing his hands over yours

* And like whispering into your ear on what this thing does and stuff

* Its just so cutejsmfjskhfjdgd

* If youre taller

* He loves if you like

* Hug him

* And comb his hair

* With your hands or like an actual comb he doesnr care

* He just loves the feeling

* And he’ll like tiptoe to kiss your cheek skfhskhdak

* And he loves it when you have to bend a bit just to kiss him

* Hes shy with PDA

* Occasional hand on waist and forehead kisses though!!

* Or hand holding

* But overtime he tries to be more bolder ykyk

* Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesnt but hes trying!!

* Your first date was probably

* Video games at his place

* Set up sincerely by Michael and Christine

* did i not mention those two sHIP YOU BOTH SO HARD

* When you guys started crushing on each other and blushing around and fidgeting

* They were just: just kiss already!!!

* ANYWYAS BACK TO THE FIRST DATE

* He introduced you to apocalypse of the damned!!

* You guys tried out lvl 9 and its either you passed or didnt

* Either way he loves it when you get all focused and stuff

* He loves the expression you make hehe

* then You guys just played around like the SNES, Wii or something

* Which eventually led to competetive Wii Bowling

* Coughcough

* AND when the nintendo switch came out

* You guys got them and got ANIMAL CROSSING!!

* Which is right after super smash bros

* and may i add, he can get sort of competetive

* (sorta all focus mode, esp if you tell him that whoever wins gets a kiss from the loser)

* its not any different but like would he ever miss out on a kiss from you or kissing you??

* but no matter how many times he could crush you in video games, he loves you dearly <3

* Jeremy already has experience with it in the old systems

* So he enjoys visiting your island and helping whenever he can!!

* And he LOVES CUDDLES

* He loves to spoon!!

* And smell your hair!!

* He prefers big spoon but he needs to be little spoon sometimes ykyk

* AND BIG FAN OF NOSE NUZZLING

* Wihdakdjskdhamsv he just loves it?? Like

* He can nuzzle your nose and then cup your cheeks

* Which will then lead to forehead kisses

* And he will have the cUTEST FUCKING LAUGH EVER

* AND HIS HUGS ARE LIKE THE BEST

* sometimes it might be too tight but like

* If youre shorter he will pICK YOU UP AND SPIN YOU AROUND

* if youre taller he’s gonna wrap his arms around you and hum something

* he might try to spin you around too but you should like totally do it for him and he’ll be a mess

* He has insecurities though

* So sometimes he might be a bit distant due to it

* He feels as if he doesnr deserve you :(

* So pls comfort him!! Love him and tell him all the reasons why you do!!

* And when fights happen

* Hes more verbal but sometimes he might push you away (not too hard) if you try to get close

* He just needs some space away from you when he does that

* And if he says something that hurts he gets really depressed

* Like,, he really cant face you after that

* He just doesnt like hurting you

* He’ll talk with Michael, Christine, anyone and get their advice, afterwards he just,, reflects and contemplates

* He will ask himself what he did wrong and how to change it

* But he will think about what he was hurt about too- especially after the squip incident, he’d be more confident in it

* Look hear me out

* Relationships wont ALWAYS have only one person that was in the wrong, even if it was, that person will apoogize (unless its a person that wont, it’ll be a huge red flag)

* So if you had done or said something that hurt him, he will tell you about it

* Because he believes that you will understand and hopefully talk it out with him

* In conclusion

* Jeremy heere is really adorable and deserves lots of care and i thank you

[your-funky-squip-companion]

today's post for squipjer week!!

i know its not squipjer, ugh

but i didn't have enough time today to create something new

so i compiled a whole bunch of previous snippets of squip x reader i had done. i think because of my time constraints this week is just a celebration of be more chill in general for me. so possibly the next few days im gonna just post big projects about bmc in general

[ijwrsmff]

Day 6-Angel (Squip)

He is a soft Squip...I love him. 

Word Count: 1007

You stood, observing your Christmas tree. You had the ornaments…the tinsel…all that was missing was the centerpiece. The angel. 

“Squip?” 

“Yes?” 

You sat on the couch, grabbing your keys to prepare to head out and find an angel for your tree. 

“I found 1,312 results from a store with an angel.” 

That caught you off guard. Over a thousand…?

“Could you…maybe reduce that to a twenty mile radius?” 

“Understood. I found three results.” That sounded better. 

“Let’s go, Squip!” Knowing he would be forced to come with you one way or the other, you started your journey. 

You Squip was…not what you had initially thought it would be. Supercomputer of the brain? You had no problem dropping the money to get the “magical” pill that would help you accomplish your dreams. 

But lately…something’s felt off about him. Not in a bad way…more of a curious way. He claimed he did not feel, that he was a supercomputer and that was it. However, he more often than not now asked your questions about what you were feeling. 

It might be crazy…but you think your Squip was starting to feel. 

“It’s your fault, you know.” You looked over to your Squip before returning your eyes to the road. 

“My fault? What is?” 

“You’re giving me…feelings.” He seemed perplexed, as if the revelation was still new to him as well. 

“Isn’t…isn’t having feelings a good thing?” You asked honestly, not seeing the problem in having feelings. 

He scoffed, “No. It’s not. I shouldn’t have feelings. How am I supposed to secure the objective when my thoughts are full of…counterproductive feelings.” 

You looked over to him, something that would look off to anyone that couldn’t see your Squip. 

“I think…feelings can be good. But they can be bad. Whatever you’re going through Squip…I’m here to talk it out with you.” You cared for your Squip…deeply. He has done nothing but help you since you took that pill. He had been there with you through hard times, you simply wanted to express that you could do the same for him. 

He looked over to you with…fear. “I…I don’t want to feel. I want to be a mechanism…not some emotional man. I am a tool, not a man.” He sounded so…defeated. 

Arriving at your destination, you turned to him. “You’re not a tool…not to me.” You gave him a warm smile and exited the car, thinking the conversation was over. 

Browsing through the store, you took note of your Squip’s unusual quiet demeanor. Normally he always had something to say. Rather it be how terrible a store had been kept, to quizzing you over the next exam you’d have to take. 

You found the angel you wanted in no time, the last one in stock as well. Your Squip was still quiet, and every time you looked at him…he seemed lost in thought. 

Returning to the car, you tried to start up a new conversation. “Is this the cutest angel you’ve seen or what?” You showed him the purchase and put it in the back of the car. 

“There’s one angel cuter…” You barely heard the words he said and you hummed in acknowledgement. 

“What angel would that be?” 

He turned away from you. He didn't seem to want to give an answer, so you left it at that. 

Your Squip called your name, and you turned to him. “I’m going to have a break. I will see you tonight,” he said. 

You tilted your head in confusion. What would a supercomputer do on a break…? 

Before you could question him, he was gone. You knew he was there…somewhere. He said he would be back tonight, so maybe it’s nothing to worry about. 

You decided to take the time to finish wrapping your Christmas presents to put under the tree. You had gotten your Squip a present. The purpose of it was defeated, since he could read your mind. But you wanted to get him something anyway. 

Wrapping his present first, you got to work. You had come upon some money since taking an internship, and found yourself getting presents for anyone you could think of. Even if they got you nothing in return…it didn’t matter. To see your friends, acquaintances, and family smile upon opening a present...it was all worth it. 

A yawn escaped your lips and you saw it was getting rather late. You must have gotten caught up wrapping all those presents…and your Squip had yet to return. 

Deciding he might be out for the night, you decided to make dinner. You had fun with it, singing your favorite songs and dancing around the kitchen. You just knew your Squip would be laughing at your antics if he saw, but you still heard nothing. 

Another yawn escaped, and you made quick work of your dinner, ready to head to bed. 

Putting away your dishes, you headed to your bedroom. Maybe…you could have another good conversation with your Squip when you woke up…you’d like that. 

You had nearly fallen asleep when you felt your Squip form in the room with you. You kept your eyes open to try and see him. 

“You’re so tired…chances are you won’t even remember this conversation when you wake up.” He stated the obvious. You were exhausted. 

“S’okay. You were gone for hours…is everything okay?” Thinking it could be serious, you went to get up but he waved you back in bed. 

“Don’t worry about it…” He said that…but it only made you worry more. Picking up on that fear spike in your emotions, he sat at your bed. “I’m fine. Just…processing is all.” 

“If you say so…” You trusted him, if it was serious he would have said something. “Did you…need something before bed?” 

You could see him smile even in the dark, “no…just wanted to wish you a good sleep. We can talk more tomorrow.” He stood up, and you lost the last grip of consciousness you had. 

As you fell asleep, you could have sworn he said the words…”my angel.” 

[droppedanarchysymbol]

Jeremy

warnings: smut, oral sex

pairing: jeremy heere x male!reader

note: im not an active member of this fandom anymore but im still in love with this guy, i also apologize for any mistakes im very tired

"Are you sure this is okay?"

You paused, looking up at Jeremy from your kneeling position. Your hands rested on the band of his boxers, threatening to pull them down at any moment.

"What, are you having second thoughts?" you replied. Jeremy couldn't meet your eyes, seemingly finding the floor a lot more interesting. His face was a pretty shade of red and his skin radiated heat.

"N-no! I mean, I want this, but I don't wanna force you into anything - please don't feel pressured to-" You suddenly licked him through the cloth, successfully shutting him up. You felt his legs begin to tremble slightly with want.

"I promise it's not that serious, Jeremy. This doesn't really mean anything, right? I'm just... helping you out." You smiled up at him, missing the disappointment in his eyes. It was no secret that this boy was madly in love with you, but you pretended to be oblivious just to see him stammer and blush whenever he'd try to make an awkward move on you.

It was probably mean, but seeing him light up when you 'unknowingly' made an affectionate remark at him was worth it.

He felt you were unattainable then, but here he had you now, about to blow him. Just the thought made Jeremy squirm.

"...Right."

You slid down his boxers and Jeremy whimpered nervously, afraid you would comment on his size. He was about average, maybe a bit bigger than you, but you knew better than to say anything about it.

Jeremy's heart felt about ready to beat out of his chest. He bit his lip as your hand gripped the base of his dick gently. Fuck, he was losing his mind. He couldn't believe he had a pretty boy like you between his legs pleasuring him. You kissed his tip, and he instinctively bucked his hips up towards your mouth.

"S-sorry!" Jeremy's voice cracked, and you chuckled, making the redness on his face double. Your let your tounge run slowly across his tip, and he whimpered again, wanting so badly for your mouth to take him completely. You had decided it would be fun to tease him.

You held Jeremy's thighs down against the bed and continued to lick him, dragging small, wet stripes against his dick. Jeremy was becoming a bit more vocal, desperately chasing the warmth of your mouth. Your gentle licks and kisses would have probably been enough to get him off, but he wanted more. It took everything in him to not grab your hair and throat-fuck you.

"[name], please." Jeremy's voice was incredibly needy, and you felt something stir in you at his tone. His erection was becoming painful, your mouth being the only thing that could relieve it.

You gave in. You took him in all at once and he let out a moan, resting his fingers in your hair. He would've asked it it was okay to touch you, but the sensations your mouth was giving him made him forget being courteous.

Your tounge gave special attention to his tip as you moved up and down, making Jeremy's fist close around his stained bedsheets. His eyes were shut and he let his hips move in sync with your mouth.

"fuck, that feels really good..." His mind was still struggling to grasp what was happening. Masturbating didn't even come close to how you were making him feel, and the feeling of his climax approaching was magnified.

Jeremy tried his best to burn this feeling into his mind, it being the first of its kind. He couldn't stop himself from letting out embarrassing noises at this point, too focused on how good he felt. It was becoming too much.

Jeremy tried to pull you off of him, afraid you'd be upset with him if he released in your mouth, but you stayed put.

"C-can I? Are you sure?" His voice was shaky, and you felt him twitch. You closed your eyes and continued to pleasure him until you felt his cum hit the back of your throat. What was too much to stay in your mouth spluttered back out, landing in white spots against his bedroom floor. You pulled away from him and let the rest fall along with it.

He did not taste good by any means, especially since his diet consisted of Doritos and soda.

Jeremy let himself fall back onto his bed, panting rather heavily. You laughed, then lifted yourself off of the floor and made for the bathroom to clean up.

You returned to Jeremy sitting up, watching you expectantly.

"What?"

"I like you." Jeremy again averted his eyes to study the floor, a red blush returning to his face. "I-I have for a long time, and I know this meant nothing to you but it did to me... I want to be more than just 'your friend' or 'the guy you blew that one time'-" you cut off his rant with another laugh, sitting down next to him on the bed. He met your gaze hesitantly.

"I like you too, but I should probably go now." You reached for your phone, cringing at the number of missed calls from your mom. You hadn't told her that you weren't going directly home after school.

"Wait, but I didn't... I didn't get to..."

"Don't worry about it, you can return the favor some other time." You ruffled his hair before standing up.

Jeremy watched you leave, a sudden wave of fatigue ravaging his body.

He slept through the rest of the day.