#Michael Mell fanfiction

[thingsaday]

Obsessed with this Be More Chill fic, "Only One Is Mine", ever since I found it a few months ago... PLEASE go give this author some love it's such an amazing story!

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[woah-uhuh-uhuh-uhuh]

ref for my AU except i removed all the context because im too shy

[cafulur]

(Boyf riends) First Meet/College AU

I have been writing up this au for a while and decided to finally share a few bits, please let me know if you’d like to hear more!! ♡

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- Jeremy and Michael have never met before and are attending the same university for their freshman year.

- Michael had come to terms with his queer sexuality during high school, but Jeremy hasn’t thought too hard about it, always considering himself mostly straight with the occasional fictional male crush.

- Jeremy didn’t deal with the SQUIP situation in high school, but he definitely had a massive falling out drama with all the popular theatre kids. Christine has been a constant best friend for him through it all. He’s had his ups and downs, but came out of the drama more comfortable with himself and the world around him. He doesn’t know anyone at this university but is excited to maybe make some new friends.

- Jeremy gets invited to a house party by his roommate who is friendly, so friendly, wants everyone to join in and shotgun a beer together, like a Rich energy. Omg. Rich is Jeremy’s roommate. 😭💛

- They go to this party and there’s probably 12-13 people there, one of which includes Michael who got dragged along by his roommate— WAIT what if Rich is Michael’s roommate instead and Jake is Jeremy’s?

- After some serious contemplation, Rich is Michael’s roommate and Jake is Jeremy’s. Jeremy doesn’t need much convincing to go to a party, so Jake energy is enough. Michael needs the convincing. All the convincing. He needs Rich for these additional friendships to thrive lmao.

- Jake ends up introducing all of them while hanging in the kitchen with Rich. Michael thinks Jeremy is cute but Jeremy at first isn’t quite sure what he feels for Michael. He just knows he’s super cool and finds himself strangely thinking about him even after they part.

- Maybe the week after the party while in class or something Michael’s face or laugh pops up in Jeremy’s head, and he just thinks man I’d wanna be near that dude again and maybe be actual friends. Casually mentions to Jake that he had fun and they should do a smaller, more casual get together. It’s really sweet, they all get takeout/fast food and watch some fucked up underfunded film. Michael and Jeremy sit side by side, and while Jer is engrossed, Michael finds himself sneaking glances throughout the movie to catch Jeremy’s expressive reaction.

- Rich, Jake, Jeremy and Michael stop by a 7/11 for gas and snacks one night. On the way out, Michael holds the door open for Jeremy who lagged behind the group while trying to open a blind box he just bought. Michael asks him what figure he got and revels in Jeremy’s excitement when he shows him a tiny frog with a bicycle helmet on.

- { Prior to their little moment, an attentive Michael waves Rich on ahead, simply saying “Jeremy’s still in line.” as his reason for staying behind. Rich watches from the gas pump he parked next to as Michael leans against a faded poster covered glass window and waits for Jeremy. He watches him proceed to hold the door open for a completely oblivious Jeremy, far too absorbed in the secrets he’s about to unfold with his blind box. Rich thinks hm. Hm. interesting. }

- Jeremy gushes about his prize later at the table of the Waffle House: “I got a skater frog!”

Rich squints, skeptical. “Where’s his skateboard?”

Jeremy looks around the table for a worthy substitution, going for a spoon from the silverware pile and perching the figure on top. “Currently M.I.A. but he’s got a helmet on so I assume some skating is happening.”

Rich laughs as Jeremy scoots the little amphibian across the table atop his silly new ship. “Skaters don’t wear helmets bro, he’s probably a cyclist or something.”

Jeremy protests, making the frog do a sick spoon flip. “Nah you don’t get it, he’s just a skater that cares about his life!”

Rich supports his cheek with his fist and sips his milkshake, watching Jeremy scoot the little dude across the table. “Laaaame!”

… Michael falls a little.

[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

[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.

[pinklemonslices]

boyf riends are making me unwell rn does anyone have fic recs :3c

[jukeboxuranium]

guys the angst and torture i am cooking for michael rn

[zer0expektation]

a man, his canon girlfriend/wife, and the pining best friend that doesn't realise they're also part of the relationship >>>

[the-doodle-darling]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Be More Chill - Iconis/Tracz Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Underage Sex Relationships: Michael Mell & Jenna Rolan Characters: Jenna Rolan, Michael Mell, Original Female Character(s), Original Characters, Jeremy Heere Additional Tags: Anxiety, Jake Dillinger's Halloween Party, Halloween, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Michael Mell & Jenna Rolan Friendship, Jenna Rolan Needs Love, Michael Mell Needs a Hug, Angst, Minor Jeremy Heere/Michael Mell, Michael Mell Loves Jeremy Heere, Crying, Loneliness, Underage Drinking, Song: Michael in the Bathroom (Be More Chill), Anxiety Attacks, Not Beta Read Summary:

It’s Halloween, and no one is having a very good time. Jenna Rolan is not in the mood to sit around here anymore, until something - someone - catches her attention.

“This party sucks,” Jenna declared to the somehow empty hallway.

Nearly everyone in town was here tonight, and yet she’d only managed to get into three conversations all evening. At this point she just wanted to grab a dozen jello shots - maybe some weed - and go pass out in the yard.

Jenna stormed over to what she assumed was the bathroom, taking note of Jeremy as he walked down the hallway ahead of her. A part of her wanted to ask him what had happened with Chloe earlier, but the rest of her angry mind quickly stamped the thought down. Whatever.

She yanked the doorknob, but it didn’t budge. Letting out a huff, she turned and leaned against the wall.

After about thirty seconds of waiting, she spun back around, pounding on the door. “Hello?!” She barked. “Other people have to pee!”

A sharp breath, accompanied by the quiet scuffle of rubber against tile. Well, she supposed she had meant to scare them.

“I-I’m having my period!” They said, voice wavering slightly.

Yeah, no. That was a guy’s voice. It actually sounded like that headphones kid Jeremy used to hang out with. She didn’t think he’d be invited to this party, but then again, Jake had basically invited all of Metuchen.

Okay, so, Headphone Kid was here, but why? And why was he sitting in the bathroom, making excuses and apparently on the verge of a breakdown?

Jenna figured he was fragile enough as it was, and decided not to push it, responding simply with, “Take your time, honey.” She had tried to be soothing, but it came out somewhat condescending. Well, shit.

After a moment, Jenna heard a soft, sharp breath. Oh, no. She took a seat next to the door, putting her ear against the wood.

A few seconds later, Jenna heard Headphone Kid’s breath hitch, accompanied by some sort of scraping.

Well, if she couldn't help, at least she could stick around and keep people from making it worse.

Jenna noted the music faintly playing from the basement. Whitney Houston. A little old school, but still a pretty good choice. The drunk girl singing along, however? Not so much.

Headphone Kid’s breathing suddenly quickened. Oh, shit. Did that girl set him off somehow? Maybe they knew each other?

Aaaaaand now he’s hyperventilating. This sounded bad.

Staggered footfalls startled Jenna out of her thoughts. Looking around, she spotted a clearly hammered girl making her way down the hall. Rowena Jenkins, if she remembered correctly.

She looked like she was about to hurl, and... Shit, she was headed for the bathroom.

Before she could stop it, Rowena was slamming a clumsy hand against the door. “Dude, stop!” Jenna called, but Rowena didn’t seem to notice her, continuing to smack her palm on the wood.

“Aw, hell,” Jenna heard a quiet murmur from behind the door. “Yeah, I-I’ll be out soon,” he called weakly.

Jenna did the first thing she could think of, pushing the girl down the hall. She was basically a ragdoll at this point, so it wasn’t exactly difficult.

She gave Rowena one last shove, hoping she’d get the message. Returning her attention to Headphone Kid, she dashed back to the bathroom.

He was basically just whimpering in between wheezes at this point. Yikes. Jenna debated whether she should knock and check on him, but ultimately decided it would probably just make things worse. He was most likely getting some sort of sensory overload by now.

A squeak, followed by running water, then splashing. Good, he was grounding. Another squeak, and the water stopped.

Heaving breaths, then another sharp inhale. A choked sob. Poor guy.

She heard a loud rustling sound, paired with a shadow appearing under the doorframe. He must have sat down against the door.

Jenna wondered if she should talk to him yet, until she heard Headphone Kid’s breath hitch again. Right now, I just need to wait and listen, she thought, steeling her resolve again.

For a few moments, she just sat there, listening to Headphone Kid’s quiet sobs. But eventually, she heard his breathing pick up again, and his sobs returned, louder this time.

Jenna simply listened as he let it all out.

It took a while, but eventually his breathing slowed. It was shaky, but even. Finally, tentatively, Jenna placed a hand on the door, and gently knocked.

She heard him gasp, and spoke before he psyched himself out again. “Hey,” she said gently, “Are you okay?”

“Wh-uh, y-yeah,” he stammered, voice wet and phlegm-y. “Yeah, it’s- Awesome party, I’m so glad I came.”

She hadn’t meant to laugh, but a quiet breath came out anyway.

“Can, uh, can I come in?” She asked after a moment.

“Oh, y-yeah, sorry, I’ll just- I-I’ll get out of your way now,” he replied, tripping over his words. She heard the rubber-against-tile sound again as he pulled himself to his feet.

“No, no, it’s okay,” she said quickly, rising to her feet. “That’s- that’s not what I meant, I just wanted to talk.”

The door opened, and they made eye contact.

Sure enough, it was Headphone Kid. Unsurprisingly, he looked in bad condition.

His usually well-kempt hair was disheveled, and his clothes - a black sweatshirt with ‘CREEPS’ written on it, and plain jeans - were rumpled, with various wet spots on them. His glasses lay askew, which made his face very easy to see.

His eyes were glassy and wet, and vaguely bloodshot. His cheeks were dusted pink, and there were visible tear tracks lining his face.

He stared at her with a dazed expression. For a moment, the two just stood in silence.

The boy blinked, as if he'd just remembered where he was.

"Uh, you- w-what do you mean, talk?"

"Oh, just- just, y'know, talk," she answered, stepping out of the doorway and gesturing for him to follow.

"...Uh. Okay, then," he said after a second, cautiously stepping out. The door clicked shut behind him.

Jenna sat down against the wall opposite the bathroom, patting the carpet next to her. She hoped she appeared welcoming.

The boy seemed suspicious, but he sat down after a moment anyway, though a bit further away than Jenna had indicated. She supposed that was fair.

"Uh- I'm Jenna, by the way," she offered after a moment.

"... Michael," he supplied. "Look, I- Is-Is there something you want from me? I don't-"

"No, no, no, I just- um. I heard you, in there, and I just wanted to check if you were okay."

Michael's eyes widened in surprise, though he quickly tried to hide it. "You- You heard me? W-What did you hear?"

"I mean, I heard you, like, freaking out, but I don't actually know what happened, so..."

"Oh," was all he said to that.

"Yeah," she breathed. After a beat, she continued, "Do you want to talk about it? I promise I won't tell anyone."

"Um..." he said, tensing slightly.

"Or I could just, uh, give you a hug? If you want?"

He glanced at her, then away. After a moment, he slowly nodded.

Jenna extended her arms, and Michael eventually shifted closer, leaning in.

She simply held him gently. His breath began to shudder after a moment, but it wasn't violent. "Sorry," she heard him mumble, "I just-"

"No, it's okay," she uttered as he sat up again. "It's why I asked."

Michael was silent for a bit, fidgeting with his hands as he appeared to debate something.

Eventually, he spoke up again, voice thick, "I, uh, I was talking to a friend, and..." he paused, a pained look in his eyes. "...I-I don't think we're friends anymore."

So that's why Jeremy was storming off, she thought, but decided not to say anything. He wouldn't anonymise unless he wanted people not to know. She simply gave a sympathetic look.

"I mean, he's been ignoring me for a while, but we've been friends for a long time, so I guess... Um, I guess I just didn't want to believe it."

Once he finished speaking, he just stared down at his hands.

"I'm really sorry, man. I, uh, I know the feeling," Jenna replied.

He looked up at that. "You do?"

"Um, yeah. I'm... Well, I'm not exactly popular," she admitted, glancing at her own hands. "I mean, I hang out with popular people, but they- well, they only really talk to me cuz I give them gossip. I can tell they don't really like me."

When she looked up, Michael was giving her a sympathetic look of his own.

"So, uh, yeah."

Michael huffed a laugh at that.

"I guess we're both loners, huh?"

"Yeah," she agreed, "I guess we are."

They sat like that for a while.

END NOTES

Quick explanation:

Since Jenna’s known for being the girl who knows everything about everyone, she’s probably a pretty observant person. Now, I may have taken that statement to a bit of an extreme, but hey, I like how it turned out :)

(title is from This Side of Paradise by Coyote Theory)

[justahopelessaromantic]

Upgraded Voices In My Head (Ch. 5: Michael makes an entrance)

Fandom: Be More Chill: The Musical Ships: Boyf riends and Squipemy Links to Chapters 1, 2, 3, and 4 Summary: Jeremy, for the most part, was okay with the effects of accidentally drinking Mountain Dew. Having an upgraded Squip that's no longer a complete douche-bag (okay, he was still a little shitty, but nothing too unbearable)? Cool. Squip playing matchmaker for him and his multiple crushes? Awesome. Falling in love with said Squip? Not exactly ideal.

Dropping down to the final step, Jeremy swiveled around to awkwardly lean against the soda-stained arm of a battered sofa (the Squip would have to convince him to dispose of that later), all while never taking his eyes off the rather uncomfortable advanced AI. He stared the boy down for a few moments in a (successful, if his host’s increased fidgeting was any indication) attempt at intimidation before shuddering, a wave of cold electricity running up his spine, and snapped back in hopes of distracting from his darkening cheeks, air sudden too hot and room too cramped (especially with the gremlin huddled in one of the couch’s corner and gripping the controller so hard his nails were digging into its plastic sides, music blaring from his oversized headphones so loud it was audible even from where they stood as glossed over eyes fixated themselves on crude low poly pixel art). 

“What?” He sneered, practically baring his fangs and catching the human off guard before he mentally scrambled for a reply that didn’t reveal how shamelessly he’d been checking the computer out.

“I, uh, I was just wondering why, um, why you’re human form still looks kinda like Keanu Re-oof!” Before Jeremy could finish, his guest ripped off his headphones, threw them on the woolen carpet, and tackled him in a warm hug, flinging them both into the sofa cushion and wiping the hostile interaction clean from the host’s mind. The Squip, eyeing the home intruder visitor cautiously, silently slipped behind the stairs as Jeremy reciprocated the hug, burying his face in his friend’s soft shoulder for a soft moment before beaming a warm smile at him. “Michael! Holy shit, it’s so good to see you, man. How come you’re home early?”

“Our flight back got cancelled so we took an early one home. The trip was still hella gnarly though. God, you woulda loved it, man! We’re taking you with us next time, I promi...whoooooa, wait...” Eerie silence pierced through enthusiasm to reveal concern as he finally took in Jeremy’s new apprentice in full. The gamer gently cupped his reddening face with one hand, gingerly thumbing over the fresh scar, along with a few stray acne bumps, on his cheek and brushing the soft curls dangling in front of his bandages out of the way. “Dude, what...happened?” Startled by the sudden intimacy, he bashfully turned to the side to avoid his friend’s intense stare and explained what led to the mess that was last night, taking particular care to leave out the face planting like a moron bit and being practically coddled by his dotting Squip before standing back up and bracing himself for Michael’s reaction.

“...Well,...yeah, but...you’re good now, right?” He pried, poking and prodding a now heavily flustered Jeremy’s face in search of any \ injuries he might’ve missed. “‘Cause I don’t think I could ever forgive myself if something serious happened just ‘cause I wasn’t here to, like, nag you about taking care of yourself n’ shit.”

Jeremy's eyes widened before they shifted to the floor, his hands beginning to fidget again (Squip would have to deal with that later). “Aw, c’mon, Micky, y-you know you don’t have to worry about me.” The jet lag from his wonky trip hours ensured that Michael did not have the time, nor the energy, to explain why that sentence took the prize for Biggest Understatement of the Decade. ”I’m totally fine! I mean, my head is givin’ me hell and I’m fucking starving, but, like, besides that Squip says I’ll be fine, so, uh, yeah.” He spat out, earning an overly drawn-out sigh of relief from his player 1 who slumped back into his seat.

“Oh, thank god!” Shoulders dropping, Michael leaned back against his friend and let out a sigh. “Man, you are so fucking lucky you’re not hurt for real, Jer. You pull a stunt like that again and I won’t hesitate, bi-wait did you say squip?” The other nodded casually before Michael shot him a curious look.

“Oh, right! Okay,..” He shot up out of his seat and swiftly grabbed Michael’s sleeve, ripping him up from the couch to reveal a stone-faced, cleanly dressed man that the player 1 could only describe as a stylish and almost threatening version of “chill” personified practically staring into his soul, while Jeremy hooked himself onto the man’s arm, vibrating with an almost childlike excitement. It vaguely reminded him of the joy that the player 2 radiated after finally asking Christine out or finding out about how to silence Squip's excessive internal nagging with a Mountain Dew red binge (the irony between that last example and the situation at hand did not escape Michael) “So! This is my-”

“Squip.” He interjected, extending an arm in search of a handshake while silently bracing himself to touch a most likely greasy and calloused hand. “Shorthand for super quantum unit Intel processor. You must be Michael. Truly a...” Closing his eyes and grimacing, he forced out his best, almost like the words stung. “...pleasure...to meet you, sir. Jeremy has told me many oh, for god sakes, why do you humans insist on throwing things at me today!?” The hologram groaned, bending over to pick up the thrown Xbox controller that had phased through him and place it back on top of its console while Jeremy ran to Michael’s side.

Failing to apprehend his friend due to his less-than-stellar strength (see: noodle arms), he opted for a more reason-based persuasion, muting the voice inside his head nagging on about how the emotion-driven best friend would probably just dismiss anything he said when dealing with something this serious.

“Dude, what the hell is your problem!?”

Micheal gave his friend a baffled look before pointing at the hologram. “That! That thing is the source of like...85% of all my problems.”

“I assume the other 15% stem from your raging idiocy, correct?”

Before Michael could bite back with a “Fuck off, you satanic tic tac!” or something equally unclever, Jeremy glared at his Squip before overprotective wrapping his arms around Michael, whose eyes widened at the sudden contact, and pulling him close, taking a half step back from the program. “Hey, cool it, dude! That’s, like, my favorite person you’re talking about.”

The Squip cringed at the young adult’s poor taste. “That’s your favorite person?” Clearly, he didn’t have much competition for the title.

...not that he wanted it, of course.

“Oh, yeah, uh, sorry about that. I swear, he’s usually not...” Jeremy studied the almost bloodthirsty look in the eyes of his kicking and screaming friend as he clawed frantically at the offending Intel processor. “...like this.” 

“I should hope not. Spending too much time around someone so...” The computer program circled around the calmer yet still scouring teen, combing over every inch of him with his electronic scanners. “...juvenile would hinder my objective.” 

“Suck a dick, asshole!”

The Squip only blinked. “I hope you know you’re only proving my point.”

“I hope you know you’re a defective piece of shit.”

A harsh, palpable silence fell over the room as Michael slumped into his player two’s arms in gradual exhaustion, and said player loosened his grip subtly and unwittingly leaned toward his Squip, his wide eyes frantically picking apart each pixel. Simulated breath hitching, the Squip froze for so long, Jeremy had time to toy with the idea that he might be glitching. The last time Jeremy saw him project glossy, shifting eyes, shaky hands, and a loss for words (God knows that thing never shut up) was during the glimpse he caught moments before passing out from the shock of The Play™. Back then it’d only been there as a last-ditch attempt to draw sympathy out of Jer in vain hopes of reactivation, but there was no reason for it now, considering the lack of real, high-stakes threat (Unless you counted Michael and, quite frankly, he knew the Squip was smart enough not to). The first time was a dull shock to Jeremy’s system.

The second only stirred up a vague sense of concern he was sure the Intel processor saw.

The Squip, of course, couldn’t have that.

[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.

[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.

[cafulur]

it is the year 2024… and i am beyond tempted to go back & finish all my be more chill fics from 2018 alsksjsj i can’t believe this damn musical is resurfacing in my stupid lil heart

how y’all feel about college AU’s ?? 🧐

[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!

[lohstandfound]

hands down my other favourite pinkberry fic ive written

[pinklemonslices]

bmc drabble i wrote in like. 12 seconds :3c

i wanna write for bmc more but idk how, so take this in the meantime