#Rich goranski x reader

[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

[random-writer-23]

Happy Haunts (Rich Goranski x reader)

Warnings: just Rich being a kinky boy so.. be prepared for that... a lot of cursing... probably cringe but whatever it's fine just high schoolers being high schoolers. I'd prefer if minors didn't interact with this post however since there is no explicitly sexual content it should be fine

Requested: no I just wanted Horny boy Rich content so yeah

Sentence starter that inspired this: "oh please you love hearing me scream" "only when you're screaming my name"

Word count: 4102

I had been head over heels in love with my best friend for 3 years now. Rich Goranski. Rich and I grew up together since we've lived next door to each other for practically our entire lives. Our families became so close the two of us practically lived at each other's houses. In fact, I had spare clothes kept in Rich's closet. Daily movie nights were a frequent occurrence and a tradition we carried on to this day. We were always joined at the hip in elementary school, one of us almost never being seen without the other. But as we grew up, I became friends with the popular kids in middle school and Rich didn't. We were still best friends, of course, I just branched out and became friends with basically everyone and Rich didn't. He told me he didn't like branching out because he didn't want people to make fun of his lisp. Personally, I had always loved his lisp and thought it was adorable, but he hated it. I tried to get him to come sit with me when we got to freshman year but he pushed me away. I was a little hurt but couldn't dwell on it when Chloe and Brooke were constantly bugging me to hang out with them. So that's where I went for lunch, and with their help boys were soon practically crawling over each other trying to ask me out. I of course had no interest in any of them because my eyes were solely fixed on my lifelong best friend. But I pretended to flirt with every guy because it was nice feeling like I was wanted, and yet unattainable. It always made Chloe and Brooke so mad whenever I rejected a guy because they never knew who I actually liked since I flirted with everyone. At this point, Rich and I still hung out every day at home but he never wanted to talk to me at school. Something I never understood since he always wanted to be popular, and I essentially was popular. Our Sophomore year, however, Rich changed, over the course of the summer he became popular, I was happy for him of course but I was confused. He came over every day during summer as usual and one day his lisp just disappeared. I didn't mention it though in case it upset him in some way. It was that same day when I first noticed him hanging out with Jake Dillinger (who tried to ask me out 3 times). I had gone to the mall with Brooke and Chloe. Brooke had spotted Jake from a mile away and quickly pointed him out to Chloe (who had the biggest crush on him).  I looked as Chloe asked me who Jake was hanging out with since I knew everyone. I turned my attention to where Brooke had pointed and saw Rich walking with Jake joking and Laughing like they'd known each other their entire lives.

"Rich, Gorinski" I replied to Chloe's question, "he's my neighbor, and my best friend" I replied with a slight smile. Brooke turned to me incredulously

"I thought we were your best friends" She said putting her hand on her jutted hip.

"I can have more than two Best friends Brooke'' I replied and she laughed, Chloe shushed us and pushed me forward motioning for me to walk towards Jake and Rich. I walked up to the boys waving.

"Hey boys!" I said switching on the instinctual charm and throwing them both a flirtatious smile. I watch Rich pause for a second before smiling and flirting back.

"Looking good today (y/n)" He threw back with a wink, I smiled.

"Thanks Rich" I giggled, Brooke stood by awkwardly as Chloe so obviously flirted with Jake and he even more obviously flirted back. I looked at Brooke giving her a side eye before commenting. "Hey Jake why don't you just fuck her already" I laughed innocently.

"Yeah you're already doing it with your eyes" Brooke added, to which the whole group laughed and Jake replied.

"I'd like to take her on a date first" He winked grabbing Chloe's hand. Chloe giggled, and I jumped in again.

"She's free anytime, I just cleared her schedule" I gave Chloe a Smile, and she threw me a thank you over her shoulder. I nodded and pulled Brooke away with Rich following behind us.

"I'll bet you 20 they do it the minute their first date ends." Brooke giggled.

"And I'll bet you 20 she goes home with him today" I replied with a grin.

"Oh you're on (l/n)" Brooke shook my hand with a determined expression on her face.

"No backing out" I insisted, still shaking her hand.

"Wasn't planning on it" She giggled as my phone dinged signaling I got a text. I held my hand out to Brooke showing her the text.

MyMainHoe😘😘: you and Brooke go on ahead I'm gonna go home with Jake 😉 Me: Yesss get it queen!!! 😍😍😍 USE PROTECTION HOE!!!!!! 🤪🤪

"DAMNIT" Brooke yelled as she begrudgingly handed me a 20, and I laughed.

"Well my mom's gonna pick me up soon then" She said with a sigh.

"Awe two bad I was gonna treat you to lunch" I added holding up my brand new 20.

"Oh whatever" Brooke replied.

"You can treat me for lunch," Rich added with a sly smile.

"I'll take you out for some (f/restaurant) after Brooke leaves, K?" I gave him a smile and he nodded. For the next hour Brooke, Rich and I wandered around the mall laughing at all the jokes Rich told us. A second thing I noticed was new with Rich, he never used to be this funny. I mean sure he was funny to me but no one else ever really got his humor. After like another hour of the three of us walking through the mall, Brooke's mom picked her up.

"So (y/n)" he said wrapping an arm around my shoulder because somehow he was taller than me (if you're taller than him just pretend you're shorter) He pulled me into his side and I giggled.

"Yes gorinski? You ready to go to (f/restaurant)?" I replied looking up at him.

"Well that's not exactly what I had in mind for lunch" He mumbled into my ear with a sly grin. I looked at him and smacked his arm.

"Richard Gorinski! You kinky bastard" I whisper yelled at him to which he just pulled me closer and laughed.

"You want a ride home?" He asked looking down at me with a wide smile.

"That would be wonderful, Rich," I replied as he led me out to the mall parking lot.

-Time skip A month or so-

As time went on, Rich came to join our group, and very quickly got bolder in the way he outwardly flirted with me. He used to get so flustered whenever I tried flirting with him it made this new bold Rich kinda refreshing. But the bolder he got with his flirting the more flustered I ended up. And also with this new bold Rich came a new bully Rich that I didn't like as much. Whenever I saw Rich bullying someone, it was usually Jeremy Heere, who was actually very nice so I tried to stick up for him as much as possible. Rich also became very touchy and flirty during our movie nights, something deep down I didn't mind as much. It was one of our friday movie nights, my parents were both at work as usual and Rich and I were watching my favorite movie (f/m). I had changed out of the uncomfortable stylish clothes I had worn to school and changed into one of Rich's old shirts I had stolen a year ago, and some short pajama shorts, (and a bra obvi). I was... comfy which was the only thing that mattered. I smiled and was laying down on the one end of the couch with my blanket tucked under my arms and one of my legs thrown over it while Rich got the popcorn ready in my kitchen. I heard him mumbling to himself in the kitchen, I listened to his mumblings for another minute or so before I untangled myself from my blanket and walked into the kitchen.

"Rich you good?" I asked peeking around the corner into my kitchen.

"Oh uh yeah yeah I'm fine" He mumbled nervously twitching quickly then stopping.

"You sure" I asked, walking fully into the kitchen.

"Yeah" He said, looking at me and smiling confidently.

"Really?" I hopped up onto the kitchen counter "because the popcorn is burning" I pointed to the microwave and Rich's eyes widened.

He laughed "sorry I'll make some more" he replied rubbing the back of his neck. I covered my giggle with my hand. "Don't cover your laugh" he crossed the kitchen as he said this to lower my hand "it's cute" He winked, and turned around to make the popcorn. I waited till the popcorn was popped and then Rich handed me the bag. I shivered and he looked concerned. "You cold?" he asked, to which I nodded.

"Yeah but pass me a bowl" He got me a bowl from the cupboard, and I hopped off the counter turning to fill it with the popcorn when I felt Rich snake his hands around my waist. I stiffened up as they rested on my waist under his old shirt. "Rich..." I said hesitantly, slowly relaxing in his hold.

"Hmm?" He smiled, humming in response and resting head on my shoulder.

"Your hands are cold" I mumbled feeling the tips of my ears heating up.

"That's why I'm using you as a human heater," He laughed, fully wrapping his arms around my waist and lifting me up in the air. He carried me to the living room and flopped onto the couch still holding me. He nuzzled his head in the crook of my neck and mumbled "you look really pretty in my shirt" while tightening his hold around me. 

"Rich, the popcorn" I whined turning around in his arms to face the tv trying to get up. He sighed and let me go.

"Alright go get it" He replied tiredly sitting up to grab the tv remote while I grabbed the popcorn. I scurried to the kitchen to grab the popcorn taking a few deep breaths before going back to the living room. I put the popcorn on the coffee table. I pulled my blanket out from under Rich's body and sat on the other side of the couch. He sat up flabbergasted.

"Why are you sitting so far away" He whined.

"What do ya  mean? This is where I always sit" I looked at Rich confused.

"Yeah but it's too far" He whined again making grabby motions towards me with his hands.

"Oh fine you big baby" I laughed crawling towards him settling down in between his legs with my back against his chest, with my blanket covering both of. He smiled.

"Much better" He rested his hand under my shirt on my stomach, and the other on my thigh gently squeezing it. I smiled and relaxed against him.

--The next morning--

I don't even remember when I fell asleep but I woke up to mine and Rich's mom standing over me taking pictures of me and smiling.

"Good morning sunshine" My mom giggled.

"DID YOU SLEEP WELL" My dad said from the corner of the room angrily while my mom turned to glare at him.

"Wha?" I answered groggily, utterly confused as to why they were standing over me. I tried to get up but couldn't as I felt someone's arm tighten around my waist. I turned my head around to see who was holding me and saw Rich with his eyes scrunched up tight behind me. I smiled softly at him before turning back to our moms. Rich's mom smiled at me and touched my cheek gently rubbing it with her thumb. Before her and my mom wandered to the kitchen where my mom pulled my dad along behind them. I twisted around and straddled Rich's lap.

"Wakey wakey" I poked his face with a giggle.

"Stop" he mumbled groggily, god damn his morning voice was hot.

"C'mon my mom is making breakfast" I mumbled climbing off the couch with my face pink. Rich got up slowly and followed me to the kitchen. My mom put two plates of pancakes on the table before her and Rich's mom went to clean up our mess in the living room. My dad stayed in the kitchen with his arms crossed glaring at Rich. Rich just looked at my dad warily while he ate his pancakes while I gave my dad a pointed and threatening look.

--Time skip another month--

From that movie night on, Rich only got more touchy and flirty until the day our group went to a haunted house. Now at this point Chloe and Jake were dating, thanks to Brooke and I. But unfortunately for me Rich and I were not. I was being stubborn and waiting for him to stop flirting and gain the balls to ask me out, not even knowing if he ever planned on doing that. Brooke, Chloe and I had dressed up in one of those cute cliche group costumes except we were the Sanderson sisters from Hocus pocus... But 'sexy' as Chloe had put it. I was Sarah, and we wore the girls' dresses but we had bought altered versions that were shorter and more revealing. We looked pretty hot not gonna lie. Brooke and I carpooled to the haunted house. I don't know why I had agreed to go to the haunted house since I am a very skittish person and get scared very easily. But that's a problem for future me. Brooke and I arrived at the haunted house and Chloe and Jake were already making out. Rich stood off to the side looking down at his phone. I texted him I was here and his head shot up eyes zoning in on the car immediately. A wide smile stretched across his face and Brooke elbowed me suggestively. I laughed and got out of Brooke's mom's car. He ran up to me but stopped for a minute to admire my costume.

"Looking good" He complimented with a smile, "not leaving much to the imagination are you though" He continued with a laugh. I smacked his arm and started adjusting the corset I had worn as part of Sarah's costume trying to make my boobs look less defined. Rich swatted my hands away from my corset in protest to my adjustments. "No leave it the way it is its hot" He said his eyes lowering from my face ever so slightly.

"Oh shut up, and keep your eyes up here" I replied motioning to my face with a light laugh. Brooke hooked her arm through mine and we walked over to Chloe and Jake.

"Hey you two" Brooke said slyly and they looked at the rest of us sheepishly. Chloe smiled at our costumes.

"Ahh we look so hot!!" She laughed, moving away from Jake to stand next to us. Jake looked at us confused.

"Who are you supposed to be?" He asked

"The Sanderson Sisters" Chloe explained, giving a little twirl.

"Who?" He asked.

"Y'know I'd break up with him for that question, Clo" I said sideying Jake, who started apologizing to Chloe. We all laughed and Brooke slowly ushered us into the line for the haunted house. As we closed the door behind us we were enveloped in a thick darkness that was almost suffocating. I blindly reached out for the hand of the closest person, who happened to be Brooke. She gave me a wide smile and pulled me forward further into the haunted house with a loud laugh. A bloody butcher holding a giant rotting boar head jumped out from the darkness shoving the boar head in our faces as we turned the corner to walk into the next area of the haunted house... A giant meat locker.. I screamed and Brooke laughed at me. I pulled my hand away and ran back towards Jake, Chloe and Rich. Running into Rich's arms with a scream. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close until I stopped breathing heavily.

"You want to wait outside for the others" He asked, jerking his head to the doors. "We can leave if you want to" He smiled down at me softly, and I was really tempted to take him up on that offer. But if I did, Brooke would never let me hear the end of it.

"No I'm fine" I smiled nervously as Rich let me out of his hold, but I heard something move behind us. I squeaked and reached out to cling to his arm.

"I forgot how easily frightened you are," Rich laughed, putting the arm I was holding around my waist gently and pulling me to his side. I put my hand on his to keep it around me as we moved forward.  I heard Brooke scream from up ahead the four of us so we all hurried through the meat locker scene to get to her. Tons of fake dead animals hung from the ceiling, more than one of them twitching waiting till we walked past to move. I shut my eyes tightly trusting Rich to lead me through without bumping into anything. I heard Chloe and Jake scream from a few feet ahead of me and I risked a peek from my closed eyes. Re-shutting them when I saw a costumed person looming over the couple. I burrowed further into Rich's side as we left the meat locker scene, I opened my eyes to see where we were going next and it looked like a high school hallway with lockers lining the walls. A bathroom scene was off to the left and a bloodied crazed looking football jock stood over the corpse of a cheerleader, who had a puddle of fake blood leaking from her side. The jock ran towards us with a snarl, growling.

"Nothing to see here" He twirled his knife in his hand with a murderous smile and ushered us along.

"You'd never murder me would you Jakey" Chloe asked pulling Jake past the Bathroom quickly.

"Of course not" He smiled, giving a curt nod to the bloodied jock. We turned another corner and were met with a pitch black hallway, where Brooke was waiting for us. She trailed along, Chloe and her linking  arms happily, while Chloe reached for Jake's hand. We continued walking and at the end of the hallway a single red balloon stood illuminated.

"Awe Fuck no" I mumbled seeing the balloon. "Wherever there's a balloon a clown isn't too far behind" I squeezed my eyes shut but had to open them when I stumbled over my own feet. I looked at the ground when the loud pop of the balloon sounded throughout the hallway. I screamed loudly.

--time skip because I actually am a scaredy cat--

After a whole hour of my heart racing and beating wildly we finally came to the last 10 minutes of the haunted house. I had finally started calming down but Rich never let go of me. Which I was thankful for, we walked down another dark hallway, before Rich spoke to me.

"Y'know if I had remembered you were so skittish I wouldn't have suggested the haunted house" He mumbled with a chuckle glancing around to see if anything was going to pop out and scare me.

"Oh please you love hearing me scream"  I joked back laughing lightly, trying to look ahead and find Chloe, Jake and Brooke, but to no avail. I couldn't even hear Brooke's loud giggle screams anymore. So I froze when I felt Rich's breath on the back of my neck and both his arms wrap around my waist.

"Only when it's my name you're screaming" He whispered in my ear and I shivered turning around in his arms to face him.

"I-" I started to speak but soon stopped.

"Speechless for once are you" He laughed walking me backwards till my back was pressed against the hallway wall. I tensed up. I tried thinking of ways to tease him back, or force him to make a move, but Rich was really distracting right now.

"How would you even know what me screaming your name sounds like" I mumbled without really thinking, I was too caught up in the intense whatever it was we had going on.

"I hear it every night in my dreams. But I'd really like to hear it in real life." He murmured slowly inching his face closer to mine, his eyes darting to my lips and back to my eyes silently asking if he could kiss me. I smiled reaching up to pull his face closer and he pressed his lips against mine. We stayed like that for about a minute before separating. "God you're hot" He growled leaning down to kiss my jaw gently, his voice was music to my ears. I pulled his head away from my jaw and back to my lips by tugging on his hair gently. I kissed him softly before responding.

"I know" I smiled offhandedly, "you are too I guess" I smiled running my hands through his hair and he sighed.

"As much as I love how fuckin hot you look in that costume" He paused and I felt his fingers ghost over my curves (If you look like a cereal box like me, we're gonna pretend you're CuRvY) before he continued. "I think you'd look way better with it on my bedroom floor" He smiled, kissing me again.

"You do know how cliche that sounds right" I laughed after he had pulled away again.

"Eh, I've been waiting years to at least kiss you. I don't care how cliche I sound at this point" He smiled and was about to pull me in for another kiss when Brooke yelled.

"Found them!!!" She shrieked throwing me a devilish grin "You were totally right Jake they were making out!" She teased, I groaned trying to hide my face in Rich's chest. Brooke led us out the Haunted house, thankfully there were no more jump scares for the last 5 minutes to the exit. Chloe looked at me, saw my slightly disheveled appearance, and gave me a knowing look. Jake looked at Rich, saw his mussed up hair and raised his eyebrows with a smile. Brooke was giggling into her hand. "They were 100% making out," Brooke informed the others, who laughed.

"Well in that case, Jake can you give me and Brooke a ride to Pinkberry please? We want some ice cream" Chloe said, turning to Jake, faking a pout.

"How can I ever say no to you" Jake smiled, taking Chloe by the hand and leading her and Brooke to his car.

"Bye you two!" Brooke waved at us excitedly.

"Soo..." Rich said slyly, turning to face me and plant a quick kiss on my lips. "Wanna come over?" He asked with a wide grin.

"Uh huh" I murmured, before shaking my head. "Sorry what did you say? You kissing me is super distracting." I replied with a smile wrapping my arms around his neck and playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

"Guess I'll have to do it more often then" He replied happily kissing me again. I laughed and moved out of his hold to walk to his car. "You were just agreeing to come home with me" He teased lightly, wrapping his arm around my waist again.

"Oh a little bit eager are you" I smiled.

"Between how hot you look in that costume right now, and how long I've been wanting to fuck you of course I'm fucking eager" He replied opening the passenger door for me.

"Oh wow, horny AND a gentleman" I laughed, trying to brush off his previous comment, as we both climbed into his car and got settled.

"Of course, I have to treat you like a lady now, cause I sure as hell won't be treating you like one later" He kissed me briefly, and laughed as his comment turned me into a blushing mess.

"God you're hot" I said quietly, looking down at my lap and playing with my fingers.

"I try to be, darling," He replied, starting the car and driving us home. 

-Fin-

QOTD: What is your favourite musical

A/N: can you tell how much I love Hocus pocus from this one shot... or do I need to spell it out for you because I  L O V E that movie man. It's great, I was told by a friend I'd totally be Sarah and I was like that's fair I do dance and sing a lot at random times and am DEFINITElY boy obsessed. On another note I really wanted to put the "are we about to kiss right now" meme in there because that's what I thought initially thought but I didn't because I didn't want to ruin the tone of this. Anyway hope you enjoyed!

[itslikethesizeofmy]

I haven’t posted any fanfic stuff in a while cuz I’ve been lacking motivation and ideas. If you have any prompts for Beetlejuice, Dewey Finn, Snotlout, or Rich Goranski, send them my way!

I do nsfw, but draw a firm line at abuse and pregnancy.

[what-stop-the-presses-rly-means]

Hi! I’ve read through some of your stuff and its really good! So I wanted to request something aha: Could you do something with the prompt “I’m not jealous, but, like, come on, movie night is just for me and you only.” with Rich? If you can then tysm!!

Thanks so much, hun! 😊 Sorry this took so long!

--

You sat at your usual lunch table, twirling your fork around mindlessly while tapping your foot to the music coming out of your headphones. You were about to take another bite when someone came up behind you, tickling your sides.

The fork went flying out of your hand and you let out an embarrassing squeak.

Turning, you saw your friend, Rich, slumped in the seat next to you, trying unsuccessfully to hold in his laughter.

"Fuck, you should've seen your face!"

Glaring at him, you paused your music and threw your headphones onto the table.

"What do you want, Small and Rich?"

"Is that supposed to be a Big and Rich joke? Well, well, someone's feisty today. I was gonna ask what movies you wanted to watch tonight. But if you're just gonna be hurtful, I guess we can skip our tradition." He pretended to get up and wipe away imaginary tears. You rolled your eyes and caught his arm, dragging him back down.

"And have you catch on fire again? I think not."

His smirk turned into a soft smile as you brushed your thumb over one of the scars on his face.

After the Squip incident, you two had become friends. He loved that you accepted him for who he really was, instead of who he used to pretend to be. You didn't care about his speech impediment or all of his scars. You saw him for the sweet, funny, nerdy guy that he was. And for that, he was grateful.

But that didn't mean his insecurities automatically vanished overnight. Sometimes he still wishes he could go back to how things were before. Now that he's had a taste of popularity it's hard to be content with being a loser again.

So you decided to start having a weekly movie night every Friday. That way he can still have fun, and as an added bonus, you could keep track of him and make sure he's not trying to sneak off to some party. It's not that you didn't trust him, but his emotions can get to be too much for him sometimes.

Your hand was still holding his face and he was looking too deep into your eyes for your liking, so you cleared your throat.

"Anyway, you can pick the movies this week. As long as they aren't as god-awful as that German, subtitled monstrosity you made me watch last month."

Rich gasped and clutched his chest dramatically.

"Excuse you! That was a masterpiece! Just for that, I'm gonna pick the most boring, black and white, old fashioned movie I can find!"

"What's this I hear about movies?" You both turn to see Michael approaching your table, Jeremy in tow.

"We're discussing which ones to watch tonight," you said as they sat across from you.

"Sweet! Movie marathon! I'm in! Can we come?"

"I can bring snacks!" Jeremy adds.

You looked between the two of their excited expressions.

"Uh, sure, if you want. It's usually just been Rich and me, but it should be fine."

One look at Rich told you it was, in fact, not fine. As the others set about eating their lunch, you tried to have a silent conversation with Rich, but he wouldn't look you in the eye.

Great. One minute this asshole is staring into my very soul, the next it's like I don't exist.

Before you could say anything, he got up and threw away his untouched food before practically stomping out of the cafeteria.

Jeremy and Michael gave you questioning looks. You just sighed and got up as well.

"Excuse me, boys. I gotta go see what the wife's upset about." They both chuckled and waved as you left.

You found Rich sitting on the ground, leaning against a row of lockers, headphones on and eyes closed.

You smiled and quietly sat down next to him, laying your head in his lap.

He jumped a bit, smacking his head into the lockers and glaring down at you.

"Hey, it's only fair," you giggled.

He placed the headphones around his neck and sighed.

"What?"

"What do you mean, 'what'?" You're the one who stormed off all emo-like. What's up? Are you mad at the guys?"

"No, I'm not mad at them."

You furrowed your brow in confusion.

"Are you... jealous of them spending time with me?"

He let out an exasperated noise.

“I’m not jealous, but, like, come on, movie night is just for me and you only," he said, once again not looking at you.

Your eyes widened. You didn't realize your little tradition meant that much to him. You lifted your hand up and tilted his face so he was making eye contact.

"Hey, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. Of course that's our thing. And it'll always be just us."

His eyes watered a bit as he smiled down at you.

"On one condition." He gave you a questioning look. You took a deep breath. "As long as you tell me why it's so important to you. Truthfully."

He looked panicked for a second.

"You know why..."

"Do I? Tell me. Show me."

He looked like he was having an internal battle. He looked so distressed that you almost let him off the hook. That is, before he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. You reached up and held his face again, pulling him closer. Even at this weird, upside down angle, it was perfect.

He pulled back and you sat up so you could see him properly.

"Does that answer your question?" he asked sheepishly.

"And then some," you smiled giddily. "But now we need to tell the guys they can't come over tonight without hurting their feelings."

Just then the bell rang and students filled the hall. Rich stood up first and helped you up. When he spotted the other two, he smiled.

"Done. HEY ASSHOLES! I'M UN-INVITING YOU TO OUR EPIC MOVIE NIGHT! GO SOMEWHERE ELSE TO CRY ABOUT IT!"

You rolled your eyes.

"I guess that works."

--

Thanks for the request! 😘

[justabigassnerd]

MUSICAL MASTERLIST

* = Headcannons 

BE MORE CHILL

Cuddling - (Jeremy Heere x reader)*

Nerves - (Jake Dillinger x reader)

Don’t get caught - (Jake Dillinger x Mell!reader)

Te amo - (Rich Goranski x reader)

One step at a time - (Rich Goranski x reader)

NEWSIES

I’m still gonna soak them - (Jack Kelly x sister!reader)

I thought I’d lost ya - (Jack Kelly x sister!reader)

What did ya do to deserve me? - (Jack Kelly x reader) 

It’s a good thing I like you too - (Jack Kelly x reader)

Just my duck - (Jack Kelly x reader)

Dating Jack - (Jack Kelly x Jacobs!reader)*

I owe ya dinner - (Spot Conlon x reader)

Cuddling - (Spot Conlon x reader)*

Youse dating my sister? - (Crutchie Morris x Kelly!reader)

The girl with the saxophone - (Crutchie Morris x reader)

Youse a goirl? - (Race Higgins x reader)

Race has an ace up his sleeve - (Race Higgins x reader)

Finally home - (Race Higgins x sister!reader)

Dating Davey - (Davey Jacobs x Kelly!reader)*

NEXT TO NORMAL

Need help rehearsing? - (Gabe Goodman x reader)

I’m yours - (Gabe Goodman x reader)

Pretend to be my date - (Gabe Goodman x reader)

LES MIS

I will always protect you - (Modern!Enjolras x reader)

[macbookpro-hard-drive]

turning out pt.ii [rich g. x reader]

very different format than usual but i needed to write something stupid and for myself because i was abt to straight up have a breakdown so here we are lads

warnings: implied abuse, kinda-but-not-really-implied trauma too tbh (its... pretty obvious that its there, i think, so not super implied i guess)

the shifting of the bed is enough to wake rich up promptly at three in the morning. it’s quiet, it’s dark, and he’s momentarily blinded by his phone once he’s sure you’re out of the room - just so you don’t think you woke him up leaving. he squints in the light, and he turns onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. five minutes. that was the rule. five minutes, and if you weren’t back, he could come find you and talk it out. that’s what you two established (although for him, he said ten, because rich preferred having a little more time - and you knew you’d need someone to come for you sooner rather than later). and, fuck, those five minutes feel like an eternity. but soon enough six minutes pass, and rich is up and out of bed. he winces at the cold floor, he grabs a bathrobe (yours, actually - big and fluffy enough to envelope you entirely) and treks out of the room to find you. 

you’re always doing something different when he finds you. one he found you staring numbly at a cup of tea that’d gone cold (that was before five minutes was established, actually), another time you had opened your laptop and had started up an episode of the office (with full intent on watching it, until he managed to convince you to come back to bed). this time, you’re sewing. you’re sitting cross-legged on the couch, trying to thread a needle in the dim lamplight. 

“babe?” he croaks out, and he realizes just how tired he sounds. when you finally look up at him, having successfully threaded the needle, he gives you a soft smile. “you wanna talk?”

at first, you merely shrug. you knot the end of the thread, you fiddle with the fabric (a shirt - his shirt, he notices) that had bunches into your lap, searching for whatever you’d discovered needed mending before. when you find it, you get to work. “i’m fine, rich,” you finally say, and he realizes how quiet you are.

he’s not convinced. you didn’t think he would be. he just stands there for a little longer, grappling with the robe he’d brought - had he brought that for you? finally, he lets out a soft sigh, looking back towards the bedroom door for half a second before he looks back at you, “are you sure?”

when you go to answer, you poke yourself slightly hard. “shit!” you hiss, and you pull your hand back - not bleeding, which was good. more painful than anything else. 

before you can even say anything else, rich is in front of you, on his knees now, and he’s taking your hand in his own, looking over it. he traces his thumb over your index finger as he examines it, before he looks back up at you, “are you okay?”

for a moment, you aren’t sure which way you mean. “it doesn’t really hurt,” you say, “i’m fine, richie.”

any other day and he would have melted. but he holds your hand, and he looks into your eyes. “[y/n].” 

okay. “fuck, i just-” you start, before pausing, “i thought about him again.”

his eyes widen. “shit - babe, i- are you okay? did something happen?”

you shake your head slowly. rich’s hand is warm against your own. “i dunno, it’s - it’s stupid, rich.”

“hey,” he gently warns you at the self-deprecating language. “do you want to see dr.rhodes soon?”

“i have an appointment next week,” you admit, your other hand now idly fiddling with the fabric in your lap. “i think i’ll be fine until then, rich. thank you for worrying, though,” you force a small smile, but in a moment, it breaks. you give in to the wavering storm inside of you, and you tear up and immediately pull your gaze away from rich. “shit,” you murmur, reaching up to wipe at your tears.

“[y/n]?” he says your name gently. he pulls the shirt out of your lap, setting it and the needle that’d been dangling from it aside for both your safety and his own. as you break down, he holds you. he’s gentle, and he’s warm, and he’s so fucking good to you that for a moment you’re torn between full-on breaking down or fighting back whilst using this little bit of security as an anchor.

“im just - im fucking tired, rich,” you finally say, “im- i just wish i was normal. i really wish i was normal and - and not about to have a fucking panic attack at every little reminder-”

he pulls you closer. “it’s - babe.” he holds you slightly tighter. “you went through trauma, [y/n]. it’s normal to be hurt.” he can feel your hot tears on his neck. “it’s okay.” and he repeats that too many times to count, as you full-on start sobbing, wrapping your arms tightly around him. you fucking fall off of the couch in the process, but rich pulls you closer and presses a soft kiss against the side of your head.

and you cry for a bit. and you pick yourself back up as rich holds you a little longer, before he helps you to your feet and brings you back to bed. you curl up in his arms. he presses another kiss against your skin, soft and gentle and careful - as if you might break in this moment if he’s not. 

and you sleep. and it’s okay.

it’s gonna be okay.

[squipsquads]

*breaks through a wall* Can I please have Rich with a chubby S/O?

hmmm

okay so

you’ve always been on the bigger side

but you’re self esteem has never been particularly low

you have good days, and you have bad days

but, you still struggle when it comes to showing skin

so when the whole #squipsquad decides to go to the water park one summer day, you do your best to bow out

but rich won’t have it

he wants you to come, texts you all night trying to convince you

you: i have summer hw i have to 

rich: so do it the next day

you: my mom needs help around the house

rich: tell her i’ll come help out on monday if she wants

you: idk…

finally, he wears you down and you agree to go

summer is already the worst bc you can’t wear long pants (you kind of loathe your thighs and hate for them to see the sun)

but you wear your longest pair of shorts and an oversized t shirt 

at the very last minute, you grab your swimsuit, but you know you won’t be getting in the water

all of your friends are so hype for the water park

and of course, chloe and brooke are wearing the cutest bikinis with see-through dresses over them

you envy their confidence

rich purposefully lays his towel on the chair next to yours, but is surprised when you don’t follow christine and jenna to the changing rooms

“oh, i’m not swimming”

“but it’s a water park, y/n”

you shrug him off, not wanting to admit why, and tell him to go catch up with the boys, who are about to lug a giant four-person tube up to the top of the waterslide

you lay out on your beach chair, pulling down your shorts to cover as much thigh as possible

out of the corner of your eye, you watch as rich pulls off his shirt (god that boy is toned)

then, to your surprise, he lays down on the chair

“aren’t you gonna go swim?” 

he shrugs

“not without you. this isn’t gonna be any fun without you, y/n”

you roll your eyes

“you wouldn’t even notice i wasn’t there”

rich is shocked to know you think that

“of course i would. i always notice when you’re not around,” he says so seriously

you don’t know what to say to that

your friends go on some rides before trying to convince you two to join them in the lazy river

you tell rich to go on, but he refuses to go without you

he insists he’ll have more fun on the chairs with you than in the water without you

(and to be fair, you guys have been talking and having a lot of fun. but it’s a hot day and a swim sounds so nice)

finally, finally, you give in

you grab your bag, and head to the changing rooms

when you exit, you still have your tshirt on, but your swimsuit is on underneath

you’re already showing way more of your legs than you really want, but mercifully no one comments on the shirt and you two head off to find your friends in the lazy river

rich sticks by your side the entire time

after a while, even you can tell he’s been flirting

and maybe that’s kinda nice

this is trash, i’m sorry

[robo-writes-blog]

✿ with the BMC characters?

✿ - Sex headcanon

Jeremy: a total switch but is surprisingly kinky

Micheal: has totally experimented with camming before

Rich: totally got a exhibition kink

Jake: LOVES AND NEED PRAISE

Chloe: won’t let you touch her hair during sex

Brooke: loves under the cover morning sex

Christine: has sex with her socks on if she’s cold

Jenna: totally loves phone sex

[archive1111111]

dude you’re awesome! i feel like there aren’t too many people still doing bmc stuff these days. anyway, i’m a bi trans dude who likes punk rock music and grunge aesthetics!! so i really like a street style and stuff. i also have a lot of friends in school so i guess i’m kind of popular? idk man. i have short brown hair, glasses for my shit vision and i’m like 5’5” so pretty short. uhhh i’m lazy but i get A’s and B’s so i try to stay motivated i guess. thanks so much!

First of all, thanks! Second, I ship you with Rich!

after getting rid of the SQUIPs, I feel like Rich would seem like a whole new person. he’s a lot quieter now, and wears different clothes, and most people don’t know how to feel about him now that he’s different

he does try to socialize more, but it’s hard, you know, and he has to learn how to be his authentic self now that he doesn’t have his SQUIP to use as a crutch

but he mostly stays to himself, aside from hanging out with the rest of the SQUIP squad

you meet in the library after school

at first you don’t realize it’s him, he’s wearing a plaid button-up over a t-shirt instead of his previously usual muscle tank, and the red in his hair has faded out quite a bit as he hasn’t redone it since before the fire

you’re playing music through your headphones and doing homework, mostly just listening to music, when he asks if he can sit at the table you’re at

you say yes, and he sits down

he tries to make conversation, and you hit it off pretty okay, if not awkwardly on his part

he’s a little nervous and it’s quite endearing, and he thinks you’re very cute but of course you don’t know that yet

you ask why he let the dye in his hair fade out, and he trails off and then says that a.. friend used to help him with it

you pick up something in how he says it and move on with the conversation

after about an hour of conversation and homework he gets a text from Chloe about if he wants to go to the mall or something and so he stands up to leave

because he knows that it isn’t quite normal to spend an entire afternoon with someone you’ve just met, even though he wants to do that

you say goodbye and he walks off for a few steps, then turns

“would it.. would it be okay if i got your number?”

and you grin and give it to him, and that isn’t the beginning of you dating, but it might lead to a potential date at least

[meangirlmurphy]

hi! could I get a shippy thing? I'm 5'4, my hair is very very short & the top part is pastel pink. I wear glasses & usually hoodie & black clothes. Im pretty bipolar. I'm a pretty big nerd, I like to play video games when I can. I wear dorky glasses. I'm actually a writer, sadly I have motivation problems and can never finish them. And I love reading. Getting lost in another worlds chaos is much better than focusing on the chaos at home am I right? I've read some of your stuff & ur really good!

Since you didn’t specify, I just did Dear Evan Hansen and Be More Chill!

Dear Evan Hansen!

Romantic Ship: I 100 percent ship you with Connor Murphy! I feel like he would give you a lot of his clothes to wear (he swears it’s just because he wants you to have “more clothes” but it’s actually because you look so tiny and precious in his stuff). He absolutely loves when you read out loud to him, especially when he’s having one of his very rough days, it tends to calm him. Sometimes the arguments you two get into can get pretty explosive, but since you two both deal with mental illnesses you’re able to quickly resolve the issue at hand (after a few hours of the silent treatment from Connors end). You two met in the local library, coincidentally you both finding refuge there after a nasty night at home with your parents. He had commented on how he liked your hair, and the friendship blossomed on from there. He actually asked you out by replacing the book mark in the book you were reading with a sticky note that said “I’m ready for a new chapter, be my girlfriend?” He also takes you out to places you’ve never been to try to give you a new outlook on life to see if it sparks anything for whatever your currently trying to write!

Friendship Ship: I feel like you would be bffs Jared Kleinman. You two would hang out constantly and play video games all the time! Since you two are both ���nerds” and wear the dorky glasses, people often mistake you as being in a relationship (which Connor absolutely hates). But when this happens, you both often have the most dramatic reactions (ex: fake gagging, rolling eyes, “what? I hate him, no”).  If you’re having a particularly hard time at home, he makes up some excuse on why you need to come over right at that exact moment, whether it be he needs to study with you or that he just got a new video game in that you just HAVE to try out. He acts as sort of a big brother towards you. Oh, and he totally teases you over the contrast of your hair to the way you dress. “Really? You look like a fairy threw up on the remains of My Chemical Romance”

Enemy Ship: Zoe Murphy would most likely be the person who, for some reason, has a problem with you. You remind her too much of her brother, and she can’t stand to be around anyone that has any relation to him. She’s not mean to you or anything, she just avoids you as much as possible, You’re her brothers girlfriend, and it’s just super odd to her that you see any good in him honestly.

Be More Chill!

Romantic Ship: I ship you with MIchael Mell! If you don’t think that this boy won’t call you at 3 am because they updated Apocalypse of the Damned you’re dead wrong. Be prepared for late night snack hauls as a form of date with him (because lets face it, he’s not the most romantic person). He ADORES your glasses, and his also trying to get you to let them wear them which you then have to explain:

 “MIkey, I can’t see through your prescription, we can’t trade glasses”

“But yours are so much cuter than mine!”

He feels incredibly special when you wear his red hoodie because he knows you don’t wear a lot of colors and it makes him feel like such a proud boyfriend omg. He’s also your biggest fan when it comes to your writing!!! He’s always asking for updates on current books your working on, and BEGS for you to let him read a sneak peak. But he also understands when you lose motivation, and he’s always the first person to reassure you that even the best of authors get writers block, and that it doesn’t make you any less talented (cue the cuddles)

Friendship Ship: You’d totally be best friends with Rich Goranski, I feel like he’s the type of person you’d go to when you wanted to cause a little chaos. You two often dye your hair together (you’re actually the reason he decided to dye his hair red!! He thought you looked so cool he wanted to try it out himself). He’s not much of reader, but he does let you vent about your writing processes when you need someone to talk to. You’re both pretty short which makes you guys even more powerful when you two are together. You’re just both so small and full of fire that it’s honestly quite scary to some of your peers. Oh, and another thing that you and Rich have in common, is that you both have the hots for Michael Mell. 

Enemy Ship: You’d be enemies with Chloe Valentine. You two are just such opposites! She’s never said anything to you before, but she does give you some snarky looks in the hallway or if you share any classes together. One of the main reasons she doesn’t quite get along with you is because of how much attention you get from Rich. She’s afraid that you’ll somehow take over her status of being the most popular girl, so you leave a bad taste in her mouth. (but believe me, Rich and Michael have NEVER let her say an ill world about you) 

[the-insanely-cool-connor-mu-blog]

Soulmates and Stardust (Royalty!AU) (Soulmate!AU)

As you can tell I really love AUs

Genre: Fluff?

Warnings: Uhhh none I guess

A/N: Ok so I’m writing different endings for the different characters and they will be out as soon as I finish them

Word Count: 541 (I know I know don’t give me shit)

You had never seen colour in your life, but you managed. As the heiress of a powerful kingdom, though, you had no time to worry about that. Your kingdom’s most valued export was stardust, a substance of dreams. The mines were rumoured to glitter brighter than all the jewels in the royal treasury.

You were presently sitting at your study, learning croquet etiquette for next week’s test.

Your mother burst through the doorway of your room. “Darling, I have exciting news! You are to be married! We’ve narrowed down the possible candidates, here!” She excitedly handed you a list of your possible suitors:

Princess Christine Canigula

Prince Connor Murphy

Princess Janis Sarkisian

Princess Alana Beck

Prince Jeremiah Heere

Princess Brooke Lohst

Prince Evan Hansen

Princess Cady Heron

Prince Richard Goranski

Princess Zoe Murphy

You looked up. “Mother, I don’t know these people. I can’t marry any of them!”

“Then you’ll get acquainted with them,” she said, snatching the letter back out of your hand. “There’s a ball tomorrow night, where you will meet all your possible suitors. You will decide who to marry by your eighteenth birthday.”

“But that’s only a month away!” you protested, to no avail. Your mother slipped out the door.

“Then you’ll have to begin courting soon.” She slammed the door and you sunk into the chair at your study. This was unfair. You were too young to marry, and besides, what if you fell in love with your soulmate and they weren’t royalty? Your mother might revolt if that happened. Sighing, you called your maids. If you were to have suitors, you would at least make a good impression on them.

Your maids brushed and pulled and curled your hair till it was perfect. They put you in a ballgown—dark gray, with light gray detailing—and a corset that you swore was killing you. “All done, how do you feel?” You were turned towards the mirror. You looked beautiful, albeit suffocating.

“I can’t breathe,” you choked out. One of your maids smiled apologetically at you.

“Your mother specifically requested to make the corset as tight as possible,” she explained.

“Well, could you please loosen it a bit? For me?” you pleaded.

She smiled. “Alright, milady.”

You hurried to the ballroom, and stood by the window.

“Now arriving, the Murphy family!” the herald announced.

King Larry Murphy descended the steps with his wife, Queen Cynthia Murphy, clutching onto his arm. Behind them followed the two Murphy siblings. First Princess Zoe, her light hair shining under the lights. Trailing behind her, Prince Connor, a mysterious figure who apparently never went out for family gatherings. You could see why, he looked uncomfortable and disconnected from his family. You could relate.

You made your way to the food table while the herald kept announcing the arrival of your suitors and their families.

“The Sarkisian family!”

“The Heere family!”

“The Lohst family!”

“The Heron family!”

“The Beck family!”

“The Goranski family!”

“The Canigula family!”

“The Hansen family!”

They all lined up in the center of the room. You gulped and took a deep breath. You looked at all your suitors gathered in front of you, and it suddenly felt real. Your eyes roved over them until they finally rested on—

[silver-greedling]

Morning

Richard Goranski x Reader

It had been a long, stressful week of school. Although the appropriately titled "Squip Incident" was almost six months in the past, the effects still lingered on all those present.

More specifically, they lingered in the one boy who considered himself the root of everything that had happened. He brought the stupid computer to the school, didn't he? He convinced Jeremy to get it, didn't he?

God, it was all his fucking fault.

Almost daily, his sweetest girlfriend, (YN), did all that she could to convince him otherwise, usually to no avail. In her eyes, he had been a victim of something that he should never have come into contact with.

She'd been dating him since the middle of sophomore year, not long before he'd gotten the Squip. Of course, he didn't tell her he was getting it. Instead, he showed up to school one day, after being M.I.A. for the entirety of Spring Break, with a tank top on and a red streak in his hair, lisp somehow completely missing.

They worked really hard together to make it work, even though it seemed rough at times. Still, with the computer out of his brain and the past behind them, they were more than happy to try and move on.

Cut to senior year, where classes are suddenly ten times as dull and school seems to make less sense every day. During classes, (YN) would usually goof off with Brooke or send stupid notes with awful pick-up lines to Rich, who would send a worse one in response.

Life felt okay, for the most part. Senioritis hit every school, and theirs was no exception.

Still, Rich didn't think he was very normal. No, he felt priviliged to walk home everyday beside his amazing girlfriend, hearing her chatter excitedly about whatever it was that Chloe had told her about some famous guy they liked to drool over.

"Wanna spend the night tomorrow?" Rich asked her before they split ways. "We haven't hung out much outside of school in a while."

Jesus, her heart melted at the sound of that adorable lisp. "If my parents let me, I will." With a quick kiss on his lips, she began to step off toward her house, which wasn't but a couple houses down from his own.

Rich smilled to himself as he treaded into his own home, completely unsurprised that his parents weren't there. They were almost never there, so why would today be any different?

Still, whille he was usually a little saddened by his parent's absence, he couldn't help but smile for today. Damn, he was still thinking about her. He was always thinking about her.

The thought of her rarely ever faded away, and, even then, she was ever-present in the corners of his mind. How could one girl mean so much to him? How in the world did she make him feel this way?

Not that he was complaining. Definitely not.

In fact, he was stoked to walk home from school with her and to hold her hand as they padded up to his front door. He had grabbed her extra bag full of clothes somewhere on the walk, insisting on carrying it for her, and it sort of squished between the two of them.

She just laughed, watching him struggle with turning the key. "Let me do it," she offered, gently pushing his hand off of the door and unlocking it for them. "After you." She pushed the door open, ushering Rich inside.

He smiled and entered, pulling the keys from the door on his way in. He heard (YN) close the door behind them and felt the bag get torn from his hands.

"I'll put my stuff up in your room, start a movie or a game while I'm gone!" she called, heading upstairs to Rich's bedroom, a familiar, slightly dull place.

The whole house was dull. Rich's parents hadn't been real parents in years, and not a single framed picture of the family sat along the hallways. There weren't any pictures from when he was young and drew his family in pre-school. There wasn't an award from any spelling bee's or atheltic competitions. The house was practically bare.

Except for Rich's bedroom. While it was lacking in color and all-together style, the walls were covered in pictures of the two of them. What felt like a million Polaroids and printed pictures of themselves covered his room and never failed to make both of them smile at the memories.

(YN) laid down her backpack and clothes bag at the foot of Rich's bed, then stepped up to the pictures, smiling as each event replayed in her mind. The first time she ever went to the beach. A kiss on the top of the ferris wheel, right before it broke when they were a quarter of the way down and they spent the entire ride cracking height jokes. A Christmas they had spent together, jokingly staying up all night to 'wait for Santa', but truthfully wanting every waking moment with each other as possible.

She squealed when hands grabbed her waist, a face nuzzling into her neck. "Ah, you scared the Hell outta me," she whined, but laughed at herself. She turned in his arms, making the embrace into a sweet hug.

Rich looked over her shoulder at the same pictures she'd been staring at. "You were taking forever, so I wanted to make sure nothing happened," he informed her, fingers drawing shapes on her back without a reason. "I'm glad I have these pictures."

They turned so that both of them could look at the pictures, but they couldn't keep themselves from laughing at a few silly ones.

"I remember that!" (YN) announced. "That was when Jake dared me to eat all those lava cakes! That hurt a lot, but it was worth fifty bucks."

Rolling his eyes, Rich glanced at another one. "That was the first time you ever made a cake," he remembered. "That was really good."

"It didn't look good," (YN) admitted. "I was a noob, back then. I can bake better cakes, now."

Rich tightened his grip on her, just a touch, but noticeably. "I'm sure you can," he chuckled.

After ten or so minutes of reliving their favorite moments, they silently agreed it was time to go back downstairs, where Rich had grabbed a collection of snacks from his kitchen and piled them onto a small coffee table in fron of the couch. Behind the table was a TV, which had the movie title Tombstone on it. It was (YN)'s favorite, she loved Wild West movies!

With a broad grin, she hopped over the couch and into her spot. Less daringly, Rich stepped around the couch to sit next to her, both of them cuddling up before he hit play. (YN) held a bag of chips close to her, and they both ate them absent-mindedly as they watched.

"I got two guns, one for each of ya'," she quoted Doc, smiling at herself. She'd probably memorized the entire movie at this point.

Somewhere around Doc leaving his wife and Wyatt watching the train go, she had fallen asleep, and Rich was quick to follow. Of course, he'd turned everything off and put the snacks on the table once he'd realized she was out. With that done, he held close to her and managed to drift off before too long.

Falling asleep with her was amazing, because Rich knew that it meant he got to wake up with her, as well. The first thing he got to see the next day was her tiredly gazing up at him, as if waiting for him to wake up.

"Morning," she said softly, kissing his cheek.

Rich pulled her close, and she let herself bury her face in his chest sleepily. "Too early to be up," Rich whined, and he heard an agreeing sound from the girl with him. "Wanna go sleep in my bed all day?" Another agreeing sound, then the two were lazily but hurriedly skittering up to Rich's room, closing the door, shutting the curtains, flipping the light off, then plopping onto the bed in almost pure dark, despite the time being around seven in the morning.

They curled into each other without hesitation, unwilling to let the other too far out of their grasp. Rich thought it was adorable how she mumbled to herself about him being 'so warm 'n' soft' before dozing back off. He followed suit quickly, and the two just basked in each other's presence. Being with the other was more than enough to make each of them smile, and, until they maybe got a little older, it was all they needed. Maybe Rich had been thinking about a life with (YN), and maybe she'd done the same, but they were content with just holding each other. For now.

[mylifesjustacarousel]

Can I get a BMW ship. I'm 15 y/o a little chubby and 5'8". I love to read and am president of the art club at my school, I love animals. I have wavy brown hair and hazel eyes, I love music and am constantly listening to some

B M W (oof)

I ship you with Rich Goranski!

Now

We know Rich seems to be confident

And oh boy

When it comes to his height

Overly confident

He wears 5” 4’ with pride

And he loves that you’re taller

He loves just, like, resting his head on your shoulder

You have chub? That’s perfectly okay!

It doesn’t make him love you any less

And he loves how involved in school you are

President of a club? You can bet he tells people that

Loves to praise you

“THAT’S MY FUCKING BABY, HELL YEAH.”

Rich loves your brown eyes

V pretty

Has definitely worn heels to try and be taller

It didn’t work

He tried

[andrewgarfieldslut]

okay but hear me out:

michael in the bathroom but it’s michael scott from the office (us)

[justabigassnerd]

One step at a time

Pairing - Rich x Squipped!reader

Word count - 2,554 

Warnings - swearing, mentions of bullying

A/N - Ya girl got struck by inspiration the other day about a Rich x reader where it’s basically the plot of BMC but the reader is the one who gets the SQUIP. Not Rich and this is what emerged. Please feel free to send in more requests as y’all have great ideas and I want to get my drive back. 

EDIT - I was unsatisfied with the original ending for this fic so I added some more onto the end (I apologise) but enjoy the new and improved ending : )

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

When people mentioned iconic friendships at your school, people would say, Jeremy and Michael, Chloe and Brooke and finally you and Jake. But what people didn’t know that in freshman year before people even knew you existed and before you became popular, you were best friends with Rich Goranski. You and Rich had been friends since you first moved to New Jersey, your parents quickly became friends with his parents and you two were brought up together, you did almost everything together. When you started high school you two stuck together as much as you could to avoid harassment from the people who had quickly become popular and were starting to pick on people. You knew you shouldn’t have let it get to you because you had a friend like Rich to support you through everything but soon the bullying became too much and you started to search for ways to help improve your status in school, you caught wind of a pill called a SQUIP which contained a supercomputer that would help you with anything you wanted it to. You managed to get a hold of one and that night alone in your room, without telling Rich, you took the pill with some Mountain Dew to start your new ‘cooler’ life. The next day, Rich went to your house to walk to school with you like he always did, but when he knocked at your door your mum opened the door and looked at Rich apologetically.

“I’m sorry Rich, y/n has already gone to school, I thought she was meeting you at your house.” She says, Rich is taken aback at that, you always waited for him at your house or you would text him saying that you were coming to his if he was running late. Rich thanked your mother before turning away from the door and starting the walk to school by himself for the first time. When Rich arrived at school you barely noticed him for the entire day, at lunch he went to sit with you but when he saw you sat with Jake, Chloe, Jenna and Brooke he quickly turned around and tried to find somewhere else to sit. That’s when Jeremy and Michael noticed the short boy trying to manoeuvre his way through the crowd of tall teens with his tray and they took pity on him and invited him to sit at their table with them. The two had often noticed you and Rich hanging out together at lunch and wondered why you weren’t sat together now.

“I don’t know, she didn’t wait to walk to school with me this morning and now she’s sat with the popular kids, I don’t know what happened to her.” Was Rich’s only response to the question asked.

Now you are all in your junior year and Rich had watched as you and Jake grew as close as you and him once were and it broke his heart every time he saw you two messing about in the hallway together, Rich had always had feelings for you since you had been friends for so long and even though you suddenly stopped talking to him for no reason, his feelings never vanished. Rich now hung out with Jeremy and Michael, being grateful that they showed pity on the day you first ditched him and invited him to sit with them. The three got along well but Rich couldn’t help but miss you whenever he saw you in the hallways, but you acted like he never existed. One day, your SQUIP told you to approach Jeremy Heere and tell him about him getting a SQUIP of his own. You corner him after play rehearsal, which both you and Jake signed up for, and tell him about how amazing having a SQUIP is.

“So that’s why you ditched Rich? For a SQUIP?” Jeremy asks, you feel your heart pang at the mention of you old best friend, you would be lying if you said you didn’t have feelings for him but your SQUIP convinced you that you didn’t need him.

“I didn’t intend to ditch him, I only did it because my SQUIP said I had to, it said it was the sacrifice I had to make for popularity.” You say and although Jeremy is skeptical and angry because of what you did to Rich he’s still curious as to what a SQUIP could do.

“One more thing, getting a SQUIP is a one-way ticket to getting the girl of your dreams, I’ve seen the way you look at Christine.” You say, quickly making Jeremy flustered but also more interested in getting a SQUIP. You tell Jeremy how much a SQUIP is and he runs off excitedly. As soon as Jeremy’s gone you feel a shock travel down your spine.

“Stop thinking about Rich, you are more, and you are better, you don’t need him, he’s a link to y/n 1.0, must I turn on optic nerve blocking again?” Your SQUIP growls, making you nervous.

“Rich was my best friend, I just like seeing him, it’s reassuring.” You reply, avoiding looking at your SQUIP which has taken a physical form in front of you.

“It’s reassuring? You have friends, Jake, Chloe, Jenna, Brooke, they’re all your friends, not Rich.” The SQUIP says before demanding you go home. Over the weeks your SQUIP started to crack down on you, any time you thought about Rich, you got a shock, anytime you looked at Rich, you got a shock. It even started to turn on optic nerve blocking when you thought about Rich too much. Soon, the time came for Jakes Halloween party since his parents weren’t home. You had helped Jake organise the whole event and when the party started you were enjoying yourself, dancing with Brooke, Jake and Jenna while Jeremy had disappeared with Chloe somewhere, making Jake increasingly on edge and irritable. Jake soon went upstairs, followed by Brooke, leaving just you and Jenna. Upstairs, Jeremy had just escaped a furious Jake, who had caught Chloe kissing him on his parents’ bed. He locked himself in the bathroom and was shocked to find both Rich and Michael hiding in the bathroom. The two told him about how they found out about someone going insane trying to get their SQUIP out, Jeremy paid no mind to their warnings and tried to leave, being blocked by them both, since Jeremy was slightly intoxicated, his SQUIP was not working leaving him to make the most difficult decision of his life.

“Get out of my way, losers.” He growls at them before barging past and leaving the room. Meanwhile, you were downstairs trying to hunt down some Mountain Dew Red, your SQUIP had been tormenting you for too long and you wanted it to end, you yelled at people, shouting that you just wanted some Mountain Dew Red and all you got was drunken laughs and stares, since you were also slightly drunk your SQUIP had no control over your actions, leading you to a separate room away from the party and you find a lighter.

“I’m sorry Rich, this is for the best.” You whisper, before lighting a fire.

The next day, Rich and Michael go to school and they hear a large commotion coming from the area where both yours and Rich’s lockers are, leading them quickly over to that area where they see Chloe and Brooke sticking a large ‘Get Well Soon y/n’ banner on your locker.

“Wait, what happened?” Rich asked nervously, his heart beating ten times faster than it usually does out of fear for his best friend.

“Oh, you didn’t hear? y/n set fire to Jake’s house and she’s now in hospital.” Jenna says dismissively, as if she doesn’t even care about what she just said. Rich looks at Michael with tear filled eyes, his best friend was in hospital and there was nothing he could do about it. Rich spent the whole day staring at the clock, willing it to go faster. The second the bell rang to signal the end of the day Rich darted out of the school building as quickly as he could, and Michael gave him a lift to the hospital where he asked to see you. The nurse told him which room you were in and we located it as quickly as possible. When he entered your room, his heart shattered into a million pieces, he saw you laid on the hospital bed in a full body cast, he sat down on a chair next to you and felt some tears fall down his face. He felt so helpless, if he had been a better friend to you, you wouldn’t have gotten a SQUIP and you wouldn’t have burned down Jake’s house and you wouldn’t be in a hospital bed right now. Rich took your hand lightly and apologised over and over while he cried. Before long, your eyes fluttered open and Rich sat up straight, almost in shock.

“Rich?” You croak out, unable to believe that he’s by your side right now, after all you’ve done to him.

“It’s me, I’m here.” He says reassuringly, causing you to burst into tears, the guilt of what you did finally catching up to you, now that you no longer had your SQUIP you were suddenly aware of your shitty actions. Rich gently takes your hand again and rubs his thumb over your knuckles while shushing you gently.

“I’m so sorry.” You sob, unable to look him in the eyes after all you did to him.

“Hey, I don’t care what you did, I knew that wasn’t really you, it was your SQUIP.” Rich whispers reassuringly, soothing you. After you calmed down, you got the guts to ask Rich why he was here seeing you.

“You’re my best friend y/n/n, what you did doesn’t matter to me, I’ll always be there for you.” Rich says, smiling shyly at you, a faint pink blush washing across his cheeks.

“Ok, Rich this may sound really weird and stop me when you want but I need to say this, I like you, like more than a friend, since freshman year and I thought the SQUIP was going to help me gain your attention but it made me choose other guys, I’m sorry, I’ve just fucked up our entire friendship more than I already have-” You’re suddenly cut off by Rich pressing his lips to yours, you melt into the kiss and you longed to wrap your arms around him but you couldn’t since you were in a full body cast. When you pull away for air your smile at each other widely.

“So, would you like to be my girlfriend… thing?” Rich asks, scratching the back of his head awkwardly, you smile and nod.

“I would love to be your girlfriend thing.” Rich smiles widely and pecks your lips once more before starting to tell you about his two friends Jeremy and Michael who looked after him when you first got the SQUIP, you watch intently as he explains everything they did together and you wonder to yourself how you got so lucky with this boy and while things had been shitty for the last couple of years, having Rich back by your side again is going to help everything get better, one step at a time.

By the time you were finally better and ready to go back to school, Jeremy’s SQUIP had tried to take over the school but Michael managed to save everyone because of his love of old discontinued drinks. When you went back to school for the first time, you were petrified to say the least. You were covered in scars from the burns from the fire. Rich met you at your house and saw you tugging on a hoodie to cover the scars on your arms and he smiles kindly at you.

“If anyone says anything, just let me know, I’ll beat them up for you.” Rich says, winking at the end of his sentence causing you to laugh slightly at the thought of your boyfriend who is 5”5’ trying to beat up someone taller than him. You two head off to school and when you arrive you are greeted by Jeremy and Michael who welcome you back with large hugs despite you not knowing each other that well. When you entered the school, you felt the stares and the whispers as you walked down the hallway.

“Didn’t she set fire to Jake’s house? Who let her back in? She might burn down the school.” You felt Rich tighten his grip around your waist as he heard the girls snickering to each other silently. Rich glared at the girls and they just scoffed and continued chatting to each other. Once you both got your stuff from your lockers you head to your homeroom and the first thing you see when you enter is: Jenna, Chloe, Brooke, Christine and Jake holding a large banner that says ‘WELCOME BACK Y/N!’ your eyes widen and you cover your mouth in shock, tears welling up in your eyes at the sight of your friends welcoming you back so warmly even after what you did. When they put the banner down to greet you with hugs you notice Jake is on crutches with two broken legs, once you’ve hugged everyone you head over to Jake to make things easier for him.

“I caused that didn’t I?” You whisper, looking from his legs up to his face where his eyes have softened, and he pulls you into a hug.

“It’s not your fault, it was your SQUIP wasn’t it? Don’t you dare blame yourself for this, I couldn’t just leave you to die in that fire, I just couldn’t.” Jake says, tightening the hug slightly. You were shocked when Jake revealed that he rescued you from his burning house. You set his house on fire and he still risked his life to save you, you’ve potentially fucked up his entire athletic career because you setting the fire caused him to break both of his legs. You feel your eyes welling up with tears as you hug Jake back tightly.

“I’m so sorry Jake.” You say, squeezing your eyes shut and allowing some tears to seep out before you two release each other from the hug.

“It’s ok, I’m just glad you’re ok, when I first got you out of there, I couldn’t do anything because of my legs, I freaked out so bad y/n, but the main thing is we’re both alive and kicking.” Jake says, a smile working its way back onto his face. You step back away from Jake and Rich is right back your side again and wraps his arm back around your waist, causing everyone to notice it and bombard you with questions. You two answer as many as you can before lessons start, with the promise to your friends of explaining everything at lunch. When lunch rolled around, both you and Rich located your friends and sat with them, you let Rich explain the story as you watch as his eyes light up whenever he mentions you making your heart flutter, you thank god for a lot of things, your friends being one of them, and your amazing boyfriend Rich Goranski being the other.

[chaoticxgoth]

So, I'm think about writing fanfics, give me some ideas??? #michae