#but here is some richjake for you

[lohstandfound]

trick or treat!!!! 👻👻

Jake was never really still. He was always moving. Fiddling with something, tapping his fingers (like he was playing piano, Rich had noticed), bouncing his knee, running a hand through his hair.

Jake was always moving, except for when Rich was lying across him. Maybe Jake would mess with Rich's hair for a little bit, hesitantly. As if any sort of movement would ruin the peace they had. It was nice.

"You can breath, y'know," Rich said with a soft laugh.

"I'm breathing," Jake retorted.

Rich: "I feel like I'm resting on a statue."

Jake: "Then move."

Rich: "But I like it here."

Jake: "Then stop complaining."

Rich: "Then you relax."

Jake: "I'm relaxed!"

Rich: "You're never relaxed."

Jake: "That's a lie."

Rich: "No it's not!"

But sometimes it ended in bickering.

[insertsickusername13]

Jake's sexuality crisis actually occurred in a matter of two minutes when squipped Rich jokingly called him 'kitten' and he had to flee the fucking room asap. he very quickly decided what he wanted and who he was attracted to.

[h0n3yk1tt3n]

richard goranski for the character ask

Favorite thing about them

Little Shit characters are fun to inflict on the other characters. Is this a Little Shit Duo that plays off of each other? (Jake/Jenna) Is this someone that has no patience for The Little Shit and sees red every time they're together? (Chloe) Do they just kinda Enable the Little Shit Behavior by not actively acknowledging or discouraging it? (Christine/Brooke) Does this character just kinda tolerate the Little Shitness until they reach a breaking point like "aight ima throw hands heY GET BACK HERE" (Michael/Jeremy)

Least favorite thing about them

The Little Shitness can get a bit one-note (which is more fanon's fault than anything else) but its like.. it's hard to Get Into The Meat Of The Character when writing for them when like, By Design the character doesn't Want you to know more about them. They'll just deny and deflect and hide everything with humor (I have the same problem with Jared, and I say *problem* to mean *challenge to write convincingly* not like,, this detracts from the character)

Favorite line

Basically the entire last verse of The Squip Song. I just think it's neat. And something about the "fuckin dads right?" when his and jer's squips link

BROTP

Rich and Jeremy. They've got their shared squip experience which sells that dynamic a lot. Plus I love the idea of them becoming frenemies, like Rich still has some Asshole Conditioning in his head from the squip but instead of being scared of him, Jeremy is just Over It. Like instead of cowering away like Pre-MTS Reprise he'll just throw a comeback or bizarre threat his way (ie "Richard I will pour cement in your ears.") because at this point Rich is just a harmless puppy to him instead of the snarling pit bull he once thought him to be.

OTP

RichJake ofc. I really do wanna do more with them but my brain is just So Full of Other Stuff

NOTP

I'm pretty selective about ships but I'm not like, vehemently against anything (You do you ya know?) so long as it's age-appropriate and, ya know, not a squip x kid ship. (Never mind the pseudo-age gap, why ship someone with their abuser?? Or their friend's abuser?? I dont wanna derail this post so im just gonna move on)

Random headcanon

Drummer Rich drummer rich drummer rich drummer rich drummer rich drummer rich, I saw it in a vision and I know it to be true

Unpopular opinion

(Im getting a little more meta with this but) I think writing in his lisp is fun. Like in comic books that's how you know a character has a Russian accent, because it's written in such a way that you Have To Read It With An Accent. I get that it can be difficult to look at (and I don't fault anyone for that) but idk I like the immersion.

Song I associate with them

I'm cheating a little because this song kind of goes with all the kids in which Popularity Destroyed Them (Rich, Chloe, Jenna, Jeremy, kiiinda jake to an extent but mostly the others) but Teen Idle by MARINA is a VIBE

Favorite picture of them

GODS where's that one Two River pic in the hospital where Rich is just staring at Michael and Jeremy from his hospital bed, like Michael's getting all excited about how all the squips were connected when they deactivated and Rich has this lost Doped Up On Painkillers look??? I may have to reblog this if I find it later. If someone else finds it first feel free to add it here <3

[lohstandfound]

Yo! This was so helpful, I need motivation for some of my wips so let's do it again!

Mostly the same as last time as well but

the gods aren't dead

Five Times Jake and Chloe Fell Out of Love and the One Time They Found It

deoxyribonucleic acid

It's Blackmail Time

forever you and i - richjake

Here's a snippet from forever you and i

“About time you two made an appearance,” Mr Reyes said as Michael returned with Jake and Rich.

“Places please. Now, let’s try to put yesterday’s rehearsal behind us. New day, new attitude. Now, three, four…”

Mr Reyes signalled for the cast to begin with the opening monologue:

“Two households, both alike in dignity, in fair Verona where we lay our scene. From ancient grudge break to new mutiny. Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.”

They were out of time. Half were mumbling. Some of the cast weren’t even saying the lines.

Tagging @rebuke-me @theabyssgazesalsointoyou and @rad-rat-with-a-tophat again, and anyone can join in if they want!

WIP Wednesday Game

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

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[happistar]

🎧 - Favorite Lyric?

✏ - Favorite Line?

🍨 - Favorite Ship?

🎧 - Favorite Lyric?

I am Very Bad at picking favorites so here's a couple and I could probably keep going.

From the two river version of pitiful children: If you feel a sob or tear / Just turn that knob, and switch that gear

Like??? idk I am eternally in conflict with which tpc is my favorite and this line is definitely my go-to favorite for anything overall

But also outside of that version in Be More Chill Part 1 I really like: So don't freak out / And don't resist / And have no doubt / If I assist / You wi-i-i-i-i-i-ill / Be more chill

Very fun to sing and also great when you know the choreography for it

✏ - Favorite Line?

I answered this one before but I could honestly keep going with more line ideas since I am now Thinking About it. Right now its Michael's "Why are you hitting me..." from The Play. The way George Salazar executes that line is hilarious too tbh.

Besides that, from the two river theatre version I love the exchange of Jeremy asking "How are you with math homework?" and the Squip responding, "I'm a supercomputer Jeremy. I'm made of math."

like jdnfjbngfjbgfn both are so silly lines I love them

🍨 - Favorite Ship?

Oooh interesting question. As someone who kinda enjoys ships on the side theres a lot of really fun pairings! Generally I end up pairing some of the more popular ships like boyf riends or richjake since they have a lot of fun stuff to explore, but honestly I'm kinda in love with the idea of a polycule with Jeremy, Michael and Christine. Christine of course would have something more along the lines of a queer-plationic relationship since I like the idea of her being aro/ace :)

[cecelianonymous22]

Hot Takes for No Nuance November :) [BMC Edition]

1) IF YOU’RE GONNA WRITE CINNABUN, THEN IT SHOULDN’T JUST BE A BACKGROUND SHIP TO BOYFS, RICHJAKE, AND P*NKBERRY

2) LIKEWISE, IF YOU’RE GOING TO DO EXPENSIVE HEADPHONES, WHY DO YOU HAVE TO DO DEERE? DO LIKE- UPSTAGE OR PUPPY LOVE OR SOMETHING. MAKE IT INTERESTING.

3) I GET RIVERWAY BUT WHY WOULD YOU DO ANY OTHER SQUIP SHIPS? THAT’S LITERALLY LIKE SLAPPING YOUR DICK ON YOUR PHONE AND CALLING IT EROTIC

4) BOYFS, STAGEDORKS, AND P*NKBERRY (AND ANY CHLOE SHIPS IN GENERAL) ARE TOXIC AS FUCK

5) RICH’S LISP ISN’T CUTE. STOP SEXUALIZING IT. AND STOP WRITING IT OUT IN FANFICS UNLESS IT’S FOR EFFECT

6) MOST FANS THAT ARE LIKE “uwu smol boy rich” ARE PROBABLY SHORTER THAN HIM (REMINDER, HE’S 5″5′, THEREFORE HE IS ONLY SHORT FOR A GUY)

7) IF YOU’RE GOING TO MAKE A CHARACTER THAT ISN’T CIS, DON’T MAKE THEIR IDENTITY THEIR ENTIRE PERSONALITY. PLEASE. (HAVING TRANS/NB HCS ARE FINE JUST PLEASE HAVE A GOOD UNDERSTANDING OF IT)

8) RICHJAKE, SLUSHPUPPIES, APOCALYPSE PLAY, EXPENSIVE PLAY, STAGEDORKS, CHATTY DRUNKS, AND BOYF RIENDS ARE ALL BETTER AS PLATONIC SHIPS

9) Y’ALL ARE SLEEPING ON GAME THEORIES (JENNA X JEREMY)

10) MICHAEL ISN’T AS DEPRESSED AS A LOT OF PEOPLE MAKE HIM OUT TO BE. HE HAD ONE MELTDOWN. GRANTED, IT’S ENTIRELY PLAUSIBLE HE HAS ANXIETY OR EXISTENTIALISM BUT HE’S CONSISTENTLY SHOWN TO BE A BETTER OFF CHARACTER THAT WOULDN’T BE “DEPRESSED AND HIDING IT.” YOU FUCKERS WANNA KNOW WHO CANONCIALLY HAS DEPRESSION THOUGH? RICH. 

11) WE NEED TO OVERTHROW THE BOYF RIENDS SUPREMACY

12) DON’T MAKE AN OC IF IT FUCKS WITH CANON (LIKE MAKING A “JEREMY’S SISTER” OC OR SOMETHING). SHIT LIKE RICH’S BROTHER OR FAMILY MEMBERS THAT AREN’T EXPLICITLY MENTIONED ARE OKAY. AND SO ARE SECOND GEN OCS. HELL, I HAVE AN OC THAT’S LITERALLY JUST MICHAEL’S SHITTY EX. BUT SOME OF YALL JUST GOT SOME MARY SUES IN THIS BITCH

13) JAKE ISN’T AS BUFF AS RICH. AND MICHAEL’S A LITTLE CHONKY. BE REALISTIC HERE PEOPLE.

14) A LOT OF SHIPS WOULDN’T HAPPEN IMMEDIATELY AFTER THE SQUIPCIDENT. IT MIGHT TAKE SEVERAL MONTHS. OR HELL, EVEN YEARS. P*NKBERRY WOULDN’T EVEN BE NEAR TO PLAUSIBLE UNTIL CHLOE GOT HER SHIT TOGETHER (AKA, PROBABLY POST-HIGH SCHOOL)

15) IF YOU’RE GOING TO DRAW A SHIP, MAKE SURE THE PRODUCTIONS MATCH. DON’T DRAW TWO RIVER JAKE WITH BROADWAY JEREMY

16) CONSIDER: DUSTIN SHIPS. 

17) Y’ALL ARE ALSO SLEEPING ON MELLMAN (JARED X MICHAEL)

18) CHRISTINE ISN’T AS INNOCENT AS PEOPLE ALWAYS PORTRAY HER TO BE. SURE, SHE MIGHT NOT SWEAR AS MUCH BUT SHE’S STILL A TEENAGER

19) SPEAKING OF CHRISTINE, SHE’S ALSO AN EXTREMELY INDEPENDENT WOMAN WITH COUNTLESS INTERESTS, STRONG OPINIONS, AND A VIBRANT PERSONALITY. HELL, SHE SET BOUNDARIES WITH JEREMY BECAUSE EVEN THOUGH HE’S THE LOVE INTEREST, SHE’S NOT GOING TO BE BENDING OVER BACKWARD FOR SOME BOY’S ATTENTION

20) JEREMY’S KIND OF A JERK. HE CAN REDEEM HIMSELF BUT REMINDER: STILL A JERK. HE OBJECTIFIED CHRISTINE BECAUSE HE GOT SO INVESTED AT THE IDEA OF HAVING A CRUSH AND A GIRLFRIEND LIKE HER

21) JAKE AND RICH WOULDN’T BE SO OPEN TO TALK ABOUT THEIR PROBLEMS, EVEN WITH EACH OTHER

22) WE NEED MORE JENNA REPRESENTATION

23) CONSIDER: POLY SHIPS (SPECIFICALLY EXPENSIVE PINS AND PATCHES)

24) YALL ARE ALSO SLEEPING ON PLAYRIDE

That is all. Will update if I think of anything :)

[saccharineshadow]

List of favorite characters, students? Idk? (BMC)

1. The twink, the dork, my child, Jeremy Heere! I just love him, he is way too adorable and ya girl is gonna protecc him with my life, I honestly don’t care most people paint him as an asshole or a traitor or if it’s even cliche to have the main character as your favorite character, I still love him ✨

Sure, he did call Micha a LoSeR, But I mean? Do you know what manipulation and abuse can do to someone? Add in that he was SEXUALLY ASSAULTED like 5 MINUTES BEFORE THAT???

Obviously this doesn’t completly excuse his actions (past trauma and mental health doesn’t justify present actions) But to completly ignore all this and straight up paint him as an asshole and a traitor, not cool yall, Also, doesn’t matter how you see it or what you ship, Jeremy Heere is a bottom, I don’t take critisism, anything else is wrong.

(ship deere/dillinjer you cowards)

2. The next one is obvious (let’s say the past one’s boyfriend ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)) I love my boi Jake Dillinger, he is honestly the most underrated male character in the fandom (but why though?) like?

Also, I noticed most of his ships are kinda non creative? Like, it’s mostly the combination of his name with the other person, Be More Creative that is

I feel he is quite the interesting concept, the popular handsome jock, that ISN’T AN ASSHOLE??? My god, I just love him

(give Jakey D a song, please?)

3. Brooke Lohst is my comfort lesbian apart from Heather Duke and Cady Heron, Like, she is just generally adorable?

Obviously I can’t put aside that she was one of the people who started the rumors abt. Richie boi, So she isn’t COMPLETLY a cinnamon roll

But you still gotta love her

(mf forgot to add Brooke to her description, fuckin’ moron)

4. i t s f r o m j a p a n

Iconic line of our Richie Boi (that’s how I call him, shut up)

I’ve always loved him, I obviously don’t ignore he was a bully (That motion Jeremy does when Rich moves his fist IS NOT NORMAL, That single motion shows that Jeremy was hit before) But at the same time you can tell he has suffered a lot, SQUIP for like 2 years, Probably a horrible family life, He literally almost commited suicide, And No One Really Cared! (in both the BMC world and over here, no one really cared)

And the fact that he is always dumbed down to the same Joke Character, Is just kinda sad ngl

(Fun Story I have: I didn’t really ship RichJake/Arson Bros, But when I did, which was like 5 days or somethin idk, I discovered Expensive Headphones and how toxic RichJake really is, So yea)

5. cHrIsTiIiIiInE, Let’s be honest right of the bat, WHO DOESN’T LOVE CHRISTINE???

Like? We all stan a drama queen

One thing, I WOULD LOVE TO KNOW MORE ABOUT HER! All we know about her is that she Likes Play Rehersal, but that’s kinda it, I would honestly love to know more about her and Her Past!

(can someone hook me up with some headcanons for Christine, Please?)

Das Kinda It, Yeah

[lacystar]

Bmc discourse (this is mostly humorous relax)

I

I’m going to say it

Oh god I’m gonna say it

Fuck whoever came up with 90% of BMC ship names. Fuck. Them.

You cannot tell me that someone didnt have a fucking field day on the wiki, unknowing what black magic they’ve been tampering with. And then the musical got popular and people were looking and went “oh,,, that’s,,,, that’s the name for that???? Well if they SAY so” and now we have widely accepted fucking abominations

I can not describe the absolute hatred I have for some of these and I feel like this is my single chance to express why. Let’s start with some good ship names. (TO CLARIFY: this is me rating ship NAMES, not the ships themselves so just relax)

Boyf riends (Jeremy x Michael) Good. Makes sense. Holds canoninity in the show and reflects both boys and their relationship. This is definitely the best ship name.

Pinkberry (Chloe x Brooke)- Decent. Could be better, but it’s cute and reflects their shared love for fro yo (mostly Brooke’s, but Chloe agreed to the frozen yogurt terms too) in their one shared song.

Deere (Jake x Jeremy)- One thing that I never understood about BMC is that we never went with the classic “shove their names together” thing, unless we have zero other idea what to do and then usually we end up with clashy things like “RichJake.” This is actually decent and mashes the names well, though it’s disappointing that y’all passed up “Dillinjer” bc this one always makes me think of farming tractors.

Great. Cool. Good job with those. Let’s look at the other 90% of absolute shit.

Expensive Headphones (Michael x Rich) along with any other Rich ships that start with “Expensive”- So... the joke is that his name is Rich. Rich people can afford expensive things. Ha ha. That’s so funny. Yep.

RichJake (Take a fucking guess)- This, as I said before, is NOT how to do name combos. It’s not the worst, but like.... it’s so bleh.

Arsonberry (Rich x Brooke)- Do not dumb Rich down to the source of his trauma please (why are all of Rich’s so bad????)

Pins n’ Patches (Jake x Michael)- HE NEVER WEARS PINS IN ANY RENDITION OF THE FUCKING SHOW AND I LOVE ARTIST INTERPRETATIONS WHERE HE DOES BC THOSE ARE CUTE BUT LIKE FUCK THIS.

Cinnabun (Jenna x Christine)- Ok, “C” from Christine, “nna” from Jenna, where the fuck did the rest of this garbage come from. It’s almost like this ship name was thrown together as hastily as they are for always being the last ones left.

Playride (Brooke x Christine)- What... you can’t... that’s not.... ???????

Anyways. Sorry for going off but like someone had to fucking address this. I would love to hear if anybody has any better ideas bc really the only place to go from here is up. Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

[you-and-i-for-forever]

10 Things I Hate About You AU Chapter 8

Fandom: Be More Chill, Dear Evan Hansen

Ships: Boyf riends, treebros, richjake, Zolana, Pinkberry

Word count: 1.8k

Feel free the read this on my ao3 instead! 

Jeremy was flipping through his French homework on his bed when he heard the front door open and close. He threw his book down onto the bed and ran to his door to find Evan coming up the stairs.

“Hey,” Jeremy said

Evan looked up at him and gave him a small smile, “Hi.”

Jeremy gave him a quick once over. Evan didn’t look any worse than last night except for-

“What happened to your cast?” Jeremy asked once Evan had reached the top of the stairs. Evan’s cast was gone, replaced with a heavy wrapping of ace bandages.

“It uh- it melted a lot last night so I went to the hospital this morning and had it taken off. The doctor said that it was basically healed so he just gave me this.”

“What even happened to you last night?” Jeremy asked.

Evan picked at his cast as he filled Jeremy in on what had happened once they had arrived at the party and Jeremy went off to find Jake.

“…and then after the hospital, Connor dropped me back off here,” Evan finished, picking at his bandage.

Jeremy was leaning against his doorframe, arms crossed, eyes squinting by the time Evan finished his story.

“What the hell are you doing with Connor Murphy?” Jeremy asked

“What?” Evan asked, looking caught off guard.

“What are you even doing with him? He’s the school nut job, why are you hanging around him?”

Evan blinked rapidly, “He…he’s my friend.”

“It’s bad for your image” Jeremy pursed his lips and shrugged, “There are rumors about the two of you around school. I didn’t think they were true but when he showed up last night and you just went with it?”

Evan stared at him, eyes large and shiny, face flushed, “I, um, he’s-he’s really nice. He was, uh, the one who convinced me to go to, to go to the party.”

“Evan, you can’t hang out with him. People are going to start thinking you’re a freak too.”

Evan was quiet for a long moment.

“Don’t they already, don’t they already think that? Plus, Connor saved my-my life.”

Jeremy opened his mouth to say something else, but Evan cut him off.

“Why do you even…care? I’m surprised that you even-even noticed what I’ve been up to with all the time you’re spending with-with Jake.”

Jeremy’s face turned red, “We’re dating! We’re supposed to hang out!”

“Well, I’d rather hang out with the school freak then…someone-someone who abandons their friends for some popular jock. You’re becoming a real jerk, Jeremy!”

Evan watched as Jeremy’s hands and teeth clenched.

“You know what? I’m so sick of having to deal with this!” Jeremy yelled, stomping back into his room.

He turned around, glaring at Evan, “I wish our parents had never met so I didn’t have a loser for a brother!”

The door slammed and Evan’s eyes blurred. A mix of sad and angry tears almost fell but Evan rubbed them away.

He walked to his own room and laid down, mentally exhausted from all that had happened in the last 15 hours.

-

Evan,

Are you still doing ok?

 Dear Connor,

I’m still a little freaked out, but other than that I’m ok. What about you?

Evan

 I’m fine, I’m just glad you’re ok. Can we meet up tomorrow or something?

 Dear Connor,

I can’t. My mom doesn’t want me going anywhere for the rest of the weekend.

Evan

 Ok. I wanted to ask you in person, but do you want to go to the school dance that’s coming up? I don’t really want to go but I heard someone mention it at the thing last night so I thought I’d ask.

 Dear Connor,

I don’t have a tie to wear so I can’t go.

Evan

 Just think about it? I promise it can’t be any worse then what happened last night.

 Dear Connor,

I will.

Evan

-

Michael was reorganizing his collection of Magic the Gathering cards the day after the house party. He was too worked up to do anything productive, like gaming. Plus, there was no one to play with.

Michael frowned at the thought of who he should be playing video games with. He sighed and flopped over the beanbag chair next to him. He glanced over at the red one next to him. That was Jeremy’s spot.

Whenever Jared was over, Michael always insisted on dragging his bed, a stack of mattresses, in front of the tv so they could sit on that instead.

The beanbags were Michael and Jeremy’s.

Michael covered his face with his hands right before the doorbell rang. He pulled himself up and climbed the stairs. When he opened the door, he expected the pizza delivery person to be on the other side, but to his shock it was Jeremy.

“Hey…” Jeremy said, looking a little nervous.

The surprise of seeing Jeremy again almost caused Michael to pull him into a hug, but he remained where he was.

“What?” Michael asked

“I just wanted to talk.”

Michael remained silent.

“About what? How you called me a loser or how you left me for dead?”

“Michael, please it’s not like that-” Jeremy started but Michael quickly cut him off.

Of course, Michael still wanted Jeremy, but he was so hurt he couldn’t stop himself from speaking brutally honest.

“Not like that? Then what was it like, Jeremy? You're finally realizing that you can do better than me? That I’m nothing to you? That you’re so much better than me? That I really am a fucking loser? How can one anyone, let alone Jack, change you so much?”

Jeremy looked down at the ground in shame. Michael had to fight the urge to comfort him.

“I just want people to like me. To think I’m cool.” Jeremy said in a small voice.

“Newsflash asshole; I already liked you and thought you were cool before you frenched Jake!”

“Yeah?! Well, you and Jared-”

“What about me and Jared? At least I didn’t leave him to die in that fire!” Michael shouted before slamming the door close in Jeremy’s face.

Michael stomped his way back down to his room and yelled into a pillow.

He didn’t even get back up when the pizza boy arrived.

-

“No.  None of that stuff is true.” Connor said with a grin.

Connor had called Evan the Friday after the house party. They still emailed most of the time, but Connor was allowed to use the house phone at times. He and Connor went out for ice cream and decided to go back to Evan’s house since there was no one home.

As they pulled up, Evan has started asking Connor about the rumors that followed him and Connor asked him questions back.

“State trooper?” Evan asked

“Fake. Uh, did you really hide in a janitor closet all day?” Connor asked.

“Not-not exactly.” Evan said with a blush “The duck?”

“He’s safe. Throwing up on Mr. Munsin while trying to give a speech?” Connor asked

Evan groaned, “Fact. I hid in the bathroom-in the bathroom until school ended then dropped, uuuum, his class the next day.”

“Fair enough.” Connor laughed and followed Evan inside after he had unlocked the front door.

“The hair?” Evan asked with a smile.

“My hair?” Connor asked, sounding surprised.

“Someone said that it’s just a-a wig you made from the hair of your…murder victims.” Evan laughed and led Connor up the stairs.

“Yeah well no,” Connor said with a smile.

“Where, um, were you last year? I know the porn career's a lie.” Evan said

“Do you?” Connor asked with a quirked eyebrow

They both paused for a moment then shared a laugh.

Evan opened the door to his room and they sat down together on his bed. They were both still grinning from the ridiculousness of the rumors and gossip people had spread about them.

“Will you…tell me something true?” Evan said.

“Something true?” Connor parroted, then scrunched up his eyebrows in what looked like deep contemplation.

“I hate peas.” He offered.

“No. Something real. Something no one else…no one else knows.” Evan said.

“To be fair, no one else probably knows that,” Connor said.

“Come on. Really though.” Evan said and nudged Connor’s shoulder with his.

Connor readjusted on the bed so he was facing Evan and rubbed his neck, looking awkward.

“Okay, so when I was 12, or something, my mom took me shopping for a really nice suit. You know, something I was just gonna grow out of in a year but she said that everyone was gonna start having Bar Mitzvahs and parties and I should have something nice to wear to all of them. I didn’t…end up getting invited to anything so it just sat in my closet forever.” Connor said

Evan felt terrible, “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you talk about that.”

Connor shrugged and reached into his hoodie pocket.

“Actually, I went looking for it the other day cuz um -”

Connor pulled a blue folded up square and held it out to Evan. Evan took it and unfolded it. It was a tie.

“When we talked about the dance the other day you said you didn’t have a tie and this is the only one I have and I thought it’d be cool if you wore it and it’s never been used before and it’s blue and you like blue you know?” Connor rambled

No one had ever given him something like this before or told them something so personal. It must have been embarrassing to bring up something like that from the past but Connor had done it because Evan had asked. Connor had hung onto the tie all these years, it probably still hurt to think about not getting invited to any parties but he still dug it up to let Evan use it.

Evan felt his heart start to beat fast and he started to sweat.

“I mean I’m not gonna wear it so only if you want to you can and -” Connor was still talking.

Evan leaned forward and kissed him. Connor jerked back and Evan’s face heated up and his body froze.

Oh god, what had he done? He hadn’t even though that through a little bit. He had just thought it would be nice to do then he did it. What if Connor got up and left? What if he never wanted to talk to Evan again?

Evan’s mind was going a mile a minute, but he tried his best to concentrate on Connor.

Connor looked slightly scared for some reason, then just nervous, then something that looked like guilt, before he met Evan’s eyes. They stared, wide-eyed for a few heartbeats then Connor lurched forward, and kissed Evan. Evan threw his arms around Connor’s neck and kissed him desperately. Connor snaked his arms around Evan’s middle and clung to him. Evan made a soft noise into Connor’s mouth and was kissed harder.

They kissed and kissed and kissed and finally Evan pulled back a little. His heart was wildly pounding in his chest. He rested his forehead on Connor’s and took in shaky breaths. They just sat there holding each other after that. Their chests were pressed together, and Evan could feel Connor’s heart beating just as fast as his.

[ashleexelizabeth]

RichJake Headcanons

Here are some random RichJake headcanons I have.

- Rich adores being held and forehead kisses! He loves it when he sits on Jake’s lap and relishes in his love.

- Jake can’t swim and so every time they go near water, Rich tries to teach him how to swim and then he chickens out at the last minute.

- Jake loves Rich’s lisp and so he tries to get him to say ‘s’ as much as possible. “Hey Rich, can you go and order me a ceaser salad, with a strawberry soda and then also some sushi with soy sauce” and it annoys Rich to no end.

- Jenna was Rich’s wingwoman and she was the main reason him and Jake even got together so, all hail Jenna Rolan.

- Jake and Rich both decided that they didn’t want to get married because as much as they love each other, it’s just too much. And besides, they know they love each other.

- RICH WANTS TO BE A TROPHY HUSBAND AND A SUPERDAD!!!!!

[lovinglohst]

I Wanna Dance With Somebody: Chapter 3- Betrayal of The Highest Order

Story Pairings: Boyf riends, Pinkberry, RichJake

Chapter Characters: Chloe Valentine, Jenna Rolan, Jeremy Heere, etc. 

Chapter Warnings: N/A

Story Summary: On the night of the Halloween Party, Michael is about halfway through having his infamous panic attack when Brooke comes tumbling into the bathroom, in the middle of her very own teenage angst. Michael lets her stay and the two sit in the bathtub and bond over their anger at their friends/super-mega-crushes. That’s when they get the idea to start fake dating to both get back at Jeremy and Chloe and win them over. Chaos, bonding, and gay ensue.

Authors’ Note: Chapter 3 isn’t to long, but Jeremy is finally Heere yAY - Aly and Nik

AO3 Link

Chloe

If there was one thing Chloe Valentine loved, it was gossip. And lucky for her, she had an in with the biggest gossip in the entire school. So when her phone chimed loudly in the silence of her room, she dove for it like a woman starved

JENNA ROLAN: O M G  CHLO ANSWER ME!

ME: WHATS UP??

ME: IS THERE ANY UPDATE ON RICH

JENNA ROLAN: NO NOT YET I GOT SMTH BETR

Chloe was practically vibrating on her bed, ready for more juicy gossip. Some part of her of bitterly wondered if whatever this was would be enough to get Brooke to actually answer her calls. She had even sent the girl the infamous smiley face, lipstick, kitty paw combo to no avail.

ME: WELL SPIT IT OUT ALREADY

JENNA ROLAN: [photo.jpeg] LOOK WHO I SAW GETTING COSY IN THE MALL JUST NOW

Chloe stared at the image numbly, her stomach churning with an ugly bitterness. In the photo was Brooke, sitting on the floor in the food court, cuddled up to some guy. Brooke’s face was lit up with a smile that made her entire face glow like a ray of sunshine, one that was pointed at the currently nameless boy next to her. Said boy’s head was half thrown back, the image Jenna got freezing the moment just before an obvious laugh could escape him.

ME: Who the fuck is that?

JENNA ROLAN: I THINK HIS NAME IS MICHAEL OR WHATEVER. HE’S KINDA A LOSER TBH SO IDK WHY THEY’RE TOGETHER

Her lips curled into a sneer, anger bubbling in her. Brooke was ignoring her calls so she could cuddle with some no-name loser?! What the fuck?!

ME: Are they still there?

JENNA ROLAN: NAH, THEY LEFT TOGETHER LIKE TEN MINUTES AGO.

Chloe stared at the screen for a moment before letting out a huff, tossing her phone to the other side of her bed. This was ridiculous. First Brooke decided dating Jeremy-suddenlycool- Heere was a great idea. Now she was going for some random guy just a day after breaking things off with Jeremy? Had she even officially broken things off with Jeremy? None of this made sense.  Chloe was the one who went through her boys like issues of Vogue. Not Brooke.

Chloe reached for her phone again, deciding it was better to take action than mope around over this problem. Brooke would just have to come to her senses the hard way.

As soon as she had the phone in her hand she found herself staring at the lock screen, where Brooke and her were smiling at the camera, cups of pinkberry visible in their hands. Suddenly the smile Brooke was brandishing seemed less vibrant than it always had. In comparison to the photo of her with that loser, she seemed a lot less...happy?

Chloe brushed it off with a sigh, quickly unlocking the phone and saving the picture of Michael and Brooke to her camera roll. After that her movements were automatic from many years of exposing the best of the school’s gossip. Sure, Jenna was the one who always found out the dirt, but she usually let Chloe do most of the spreading. Probably had to do with Chloe’s major twitter following.

As she began to type out a tweet with the image attached she hesitated momentarily. Brooke was already mad at her. Hell, even Chloe had been mad at herself when she woke up with a hangover and memories of nearly hooking up with Jeremy just to get back at Jake and Brooke. It was desperate and Chloe hated coming off as desperate.

It had gotten things done though. Jake was back to fawning over her for the most part, thoughts of Christine long forgotten. Brooke on the other hand…

Since when was she so unpredictable?

With a frustrated groan, Chloe pushed all the thoughts away, typing out the tweet blithely. She would deal with the fall out and she would make sure Brooke was back by her side by lunch tomorrow. She had to. Brooke was all she really had after all.

Chloe Valentine @chlovalentine • 1s

W O W! Congrats to @brookeislosht for scraping the LITERAL bottom of the barrel. #realclassy #soproud [photo.jpeg]

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She stared blankly at the tweet as it began to immediately collect likes and retweets, her phone beeping eagerly with each one. She was torn between feeling pride and disgust. Disgust, because here she was again, knowingly hurting her best friend. Pride because: she was good at this.

Somehow knowing that just seemed to cycle things right back into the disgust.

Chloe Valentine @chlovalentine • 3m

W O W! Congrats to @brookeislosht for scraping the LITERAL bottom of the barrel. #realclassy #soproud [photo.jpeg]

15 Comments  176 Retweets  344 Likes

Dust Kropp @dustinkroppp • 3m

Replying to @chloevalentine and @brookeislohst

dAmn the nerd is getting it

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Lia Watson @watsonamelia • 3m

Replying to @chloevalentine and @brookeislohst

Ew gross, I thought B had standards :///

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Nate Smith @thenatesmith • 3m

Replying to @chloevalentine and @brookeislohst

So she gets with him but not me? Woooowww #offended #hatethisschool #transferingout  

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Yolanda Sitwell @yoyoyolanda • 3m

Replying to @chloevalentine and @brookeislohst

I’m kinda digging it! They seem happy together!!!!

0 Comments  0 Retweets  1 Like

Jared Kruger @krugeriswatching • 2m

Replying to @chloevalentine and @brookeislohst

I don’t approve.

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Lauren Rays @laurenrays • 2m

Replying to @chloevalentine and @brookeislohst

Who’s the guy? He’s like totally hot????!!!!

1 Comment  6 Retweets  15 Likes

            Jenna Rolan @jenrolan • 2m

           Replying to @chloevalentine @brookeislohst and @laurenrays

           His name is Michael Mell ;)

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Madeline Reynolds @thatfrenchgirl • 2m

Replying to @chloevalentine and @brookeislohst

Looks like Brooke is growing some taste. He’s kinda out of her league though tbh

3 Comments  2 Retweets  10 Likes

           Joe Hubert @joeeehubert • 1m

           Replying to @chloevalentine @brookeislohst and @thatfrenchgirl

           no way. brooke is out of everyone’s league not the other way ‘round.

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           Alexander Lewis @alexlewis • 1m

           Replying to @chloevalentine @brookeislohst and @thatfrenchgirl

           wonder if the nerd scored the way JakeyD did with you ;))

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           Madeline Reynolds @thatfrenchgirl • 1m

           Replying to @chloevalentine @brookeislohst and @alexlewis

           Shut up.

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Jorge Saladbar @jorgesaladbar • 1m

Replying to @chloevalentine and @brookeislohst

That Michael dude is  h o t

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Zoe Jefferson @zoejefferson • 1m

Replying to @chloevalentine and @brookeislohst

Can't believe she’s hanging out with that loser. Heard he’s a stoner :/

0 Comments  4 Retweets  13 Likes

Jeremy Heere @heereiam • 50s

Replying to @chloevalentine and @brookeislohst

???????????????????????$

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           Jeremy Heere @heereiam • 33s

           Replying to @chloevalentine @brookeislohst and @heereiam

           *?

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<--- Chapter Two | Chapter Four --->

[lohstandfound]

wait sorry can you answer this anon ask instead. richjake + 11 <3

This is so much more than I expected to write, oh my god. It feels a little jumbled, I have not proofread this, it is 3.30am and I am tired. But here we go

11- things you said when you were drunk

Rich was never one for alcohol. He had his reasons. Bottles that littered the living room. The voice in his head persuading him not to. He was always vague when giving his reasoning, and no one really pushed back.

He had that sort of reputation.

But sometimes, sometimes he'd find himself sitting on the floor in Jake's bedroom with a bottle in hand.

(Something stolen from the locked liquor cabinet).

(Is it really stolen if the original owners never came back?)

Rich wasn't a big drinker. One or two, enough to shut the voice up for a while. Enough to leave his mind quiet for a moment. Never drunk enough to lose himself.

(Had he already lost himself? Was cruelty something he wanted to cling to? It was a nice defense mechanism. But was he cruel? That's how everyone saw him, that's what he had to be to keep everything he had built for himself).

(Did he really do this all by himself? Was it all him when he was following orders from the supercomputer in his head and using Jake's status as a way to pull himself to the top?)

Maybe the overthinking was another reason he didn't drink. Without the extra voice in his head, it was way too quiet. And he was left to his own thoughts.

Jake on the other hand, had just finished his... He didn't know. Or care. He'd finished another bottle, that's all he really cared about. It was just a distraction. Something to occupy his mind. He couldn't stand an empty, quiet house.

His room was his only sanctuary in this house, it was the only part that was really his. Everywhere else, he felt like he was a stranger. Like he wasn't supposed to be walking down the hallway, making breakfast in the kitchen, doing homework in the living room.

Anyway, all this to say Rich was only just starting his second drink and Jake was well on his way to being drunk.

Rich sat on the floor, his back against the wall and an arm resting on the case of beer. Jake had laid back on the floor after discarding his empty bottle. The sun was setting, and Jake was glowing in the last remaining rays of sunlight.

Rich's cheeks went red as he realised he was staring, his mind drifting to thoughts his SQUIP would certainly not allow. If Jake asked, he could probably pass off the redness for the alcohol. It was summer, Rich could also blame it on the heat. But Jake would be far too wasted to even care.

He looked away from Jake, gazing around his room. The walls filled with awards and trophies and medals, constant reminders of who Jake was supposed to be.

(And, in a few months time, Jake won't be sad to see it all crumble around him. If anything, he would be free).

Rich only turned his attention back to Jake when he heard him let out a breathy laugh.

He raised an eyebrow, putting down the bottle he had barely touched. "What're you thinking about?"

Jake let out a lazy hum before he pushed himself up. For a moment, all Rich could see was a shadow with the last golden rays shining behind him. Rich didn't need to see clearly to know that Jake had that dopey grin on his face. The same look he always had before he told a bad joke, cheesy pick up line, or some utterly stupid phrase that he knows will start an argument.

(The week prior he had a debate with Brooke on the status of centaurs and gryphons. Did centaurs count as insects? Were gryphons birds or mammals? It lasted until Chloe told them to shut up).

"You," Jake said.

Rich blinked for a moment.

"Me?"

"Unless you're telling me you're not my Richard Goranski sitting in my room."

My Richard Goranski.

Rich tried not to blush harder and looked away again. "What's your point, man?"

Jake hummed again before crawling over to Rich to steal another beer from the case. "I've been thinkin' a lot lately. 'bout you."

Rich looked back at Jake, only to see that he was suddenly a lot closer than before. And he could swear his face was getting much more red at such close proximity. Jake still wore that stupid look on his face.

"Isn't that crazy? Been thinking about you a lot in ways that I shouldn't."

Rich frowned. "How do you mean?"

Jake looked at Rich for a moment. "I wanna kiss you."

Rich, mid-sip, almost spat out his drink. Out of anything Jake could have possibly said, those were not the words that he was expecting to come out of his mouth. Rich didn't know what he had expected, something goofy or stupid. Not... Not vulnerable. Not this.

(Did his SQUIP know?)

"What-"

Jake immediately looked away, the grin fading from his face as he fumbled with the beer case. Rich noticed how he seemed to deflate. Jake always guarded his emotions. No one else was allowed to see what he was thinking or feeling.

Apart from Rich.

Jake didn't know what it was, but he always seemed to know exactly what he was thinking or feeling. Maybe that's why he always felt so compelled by Rich. Rich, who knew him better than anyone.

The same Rich who strode up to him, shamelessly, and almost demanded to be his friend. The same Rich who made him want to hang onto every single word he said. The same Rich who had him wrapped around his finger and they both knew it, but Jake couldn't help himself.

(Rich wouldn't admit it, not until much later, that it was the SQUIP who helped him with these things. That prompted the right thing to say, the right way to act. The thing that helped him see the subtle change in Jake's demeanour).

(It was something that he had picked up, with the amount of times his SQUIP pointed out any minor change in the way Jake spoke or the way he carried himself. Something he could still notice now without the voice prompting him, telling him that almost spitting his drink out was the wrong response).

(He had no idea what the right one was).

"Nah, nah. See- I told you. It's crazy. I'm not- I'm not s'ppsed to, y'know? We're not- You're probably not-"

Jake stopped when Rich held his wrist. The touch felt electric. In his hazy mind, that was the only thing he could focus on. Rich was the only thing he could focus on- the only thing worth focusing on.

Rich didn't know what to say. The voice in his head wasn't active. It would be a while before it would show up again. It would review this interaction and tell him all the ways he fucked up, how he should have done it. It would review this interaction between him and Jake and then adjust how it was going to do things. Would it keep Jake close? Would it push him away? Would it separate them? The amount of things his SQUIP could hold over Jake's head to make him behave. Rich didn't want to be that person, but the SQUIP would make those words come out of his mouth if it had to.

But right now, Rich's mind was his, and his alone. No extra voice guiding him through this conversation. One wrong thing and Jake would close himself off for the rest of the night. Jake would refuse to speak, so Rich would retreat to the spare room down the hall. The one that had all his stuff in it. He would lie in bed and think and think and think and worry and think.

"You're not supposed to be anything..."

Jake's eyebrows furrowed. That went against everything that he had ever been told about his life- a life that didn't even feel like his own. He was just there, doing what he was told his purpose was.

He stared at Rich for a moment. The way his curls fell over his eyes, the bright red streak in his hair, (Jake loved the colour red). The freckles that dusted Rich's skin, (if he was focused enough, he could make constellations on his skin, his own galaxy to chart and memorise), those green eyes staring into his own.

Jake's eyes flicked down to Rich's lips. He felt stuck, frozen. He couldn't move until Rich gave him permission. Until Rich let go of his arm or pushed him away or pulled him closer. Until Rich did anything other than search his face for who knows what.

"I really want to kiss you..." Jake said softly. "Is that so crazy? Is that so wild? I shouldn't- I can't- but god... God, I want to kiss you so bad..."

Rich searched Jake's eyes for a moment. They were close, so close. Rich could smell the alcohol on his breath. He could give in, and he wanted to. He really wanted to.

He didn't want to string Jake along more than he had to.

Rich let go of Jake's arm and pushed himself up. "It's getting dark... You're wasted, man..." He carefully moved around Jake, who was still frozen. "I'll see you in the morning."

He watched Jake for a moment before he walked out of the room.

"Right..." Jake said softly. "Crazy... I'm crazy..."

(ao3 link)

[insertsickusername13]

Day three of richjake week 2023 and I actually have something written before 10 pm! Be proud of me.

today's prompt: Secrets (oooohhhh)

disclaimer: so star said no explicit content bc they're a minor buuuut I had an idea and listen, it's not explicit like AT ALL, but it does talk abt sex a little and sexual content is definitely implied. I got permission from Star but she also said I have to put a warning sooo here is a warning that yes sex is talked about but no it is not explicit in the slightest. oh also beware of mentions of abuse.

Summary: Rich faces the consequences of being in a long-term kind-of relationship with a prince.

word count: 1.9k

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“So you’re really willing to live the rest of your fucking life like this?! Living a lie?! You’re so much of a fucking coward you’re planning to hide your entire life—”

“It’s not a lie!” Jake yells, so loud, so guttural, so utterly animalistic Rich is convinced it must be pure screaming rather than a sentence with actual words woven into it. 

Rich almost flinches back. He almost lets himself be afraid of this primitive version of Jake, but to do that would be to exile his consciousness back to five years old, hiding under his bed while his brother took the brunt of his father’s anger. He won’t do that.

“Don’t fucking yell at me,” he seethes, and though he tells himself he’s being mature, being clear and concise, he still blindly fumbles for the silver hairbrush on Jake’s vanity behind him. It can cause pain. He can cause pain. Just in case. 

Jake’s wild, bloodshot eyes follow the movement—darting back and forth in his eye sockets, the rest of him remaining unmoved, borderline crazed in the way he barks out a stark laugh at the pathetic sight. 

“Here’s a deal: don’t try to pretend I’m like you—” this he spits, the words acidic and smoking with implications, as he approaches Rich, his stance daunting and condescending like he believes Rich to be stupid “—and I won’t yell.”

He sticks his hand out, jabbing Rich right between the ribs. He wants Rich to shake it. To make their ‘deal’ official. 

Rich glares down at the offending hand, then back up at Jake’s face. It’s unfair that between the pure malice on Jake’s face and the hard, unwavering set of his jaw, Rich can still see the soft, caring prince he was so accustomed to. That boy was the opposite of irascible. He was painfully civilized, polite to a fault. Jake hasn’t changed, hasn’t suddenly become some unredeemable monster, he’s just been stripped of the humanity he fought so hard to keep among the selfish lords and nobles and royals he’s forced to surround himself with.

“Like me,” Rich repeats, voice so monotonous he almost doubts that he’s kept his humanity either. Even so, anger boils in his stomach, burning his insides with steaming heat, a painful form of proof. He’s human. He’s furious. 

When he repeats the words again, they’re painted with rage. 

“Like me. Fucking like me.” He backs up—one step, two, three. Jake’s vanity bangs up against his spine. “So you’re willing to strip me, fuck me, undo me, but you’re scared of being like me?”

Jake’s hand clenches into a fist. Rich can see the indecision on his face. He wants to hit something. He might hit Rich. Instead, he digs his nails into his own palm until blood coats his fingertips and drips down his wrist.

When he speaks, he doesn’t yell. He sounds like he’s negotiating with another king, debating the outcome of some war with a random, pretentious prince he’d stumbled upon at one ball or another. His civility has returned to him, sure, but it’s a bitter kind—it burns with psychotic desperation despite its apparent tranquility. 

“I never gave you any indication that I wanted anything more than sex. You knew that from the beginning. You knew this was just an—”

“If you say experiment I will never speak to you again. Experiments don’t last two and a half fucking years.”

Jake looks like a ship about to go under. He looks like destruction. 

“I have been engaged with multiple different women over our time together—”

“You seemed perfectly content coming home to fuck me every night anyway.”

Jake makes a sound like he’s just been stabbed with white-hot metal. His legs give out for a second—not long enough for him to fall, but long enough for his muscles to go from tense to struggling to hold him upright. The only reason he doesn’t sit is because he knows how it’ll come off. He’s been in the council’s chambers, he’s sat in on negotiations and treaty signings. He’s memorized every aspect of body language that can signify weakness and, by god, he cannot let Rich know that he makes Jake weak. 

“I have been engaged with multiple women,” he repeats, the words slipping between his teeth (teeth that have dug into Rich’s skin, have tasted his blood, have memorized the indents at his hips and the slope of his muscles), “I am engaged to a woman. Not you. Never you. Our arrangement—”

“Affair.”

“Arrangement—” The word comes out strained this time.

“Dalliance,” Rich says.

“Arrangement—” He almost sounds like he’s choking on it. Rich smiles.

“I can keep fucking going, asshole. We had sex. We didn’t sign a contract. Fucking own up to it.”

Jake lowers his head in submission.

“Our dalliance was just fun. Just playing. It was a thing for children. It was never anything more than—we were just—” he struggles around the word, the weight of it so complete he can barely say it, not only afraid of Rich’s reaction—violent, furious, unforgiving—but also of what it would do to himself. He’ll be forced to slice off his own tongue. It’ll always taste like the shape of—

“Experimenting,” he says (almost sobs), “You were just an experiment.”

Rich drops the hairbrush. If he keeps it in his hand he’ll throw it and he’d rather die than do that.

“Right,” he says, his voice trembling. Doubt stands behind him, a shadow so dark it makes his vision double and triple. Even as the room spun, the two, three, four, five Jake’s all swimming in his vision coalesced down into one boy, one prince, standing in front of him without a crown to be seen. “Right, an experiment sticks around even as you filter through dozens of different girls. I’m the experiment. Not them. They’re not all just fucked up attempts to find a girl who makes you feel like I do. Because she’ll fix it. She’ll fucking fix you—”

“I don’t need fixing! I’m not—” he spins, grabbing his dress shirt from the floor. It’s pretty incriminating to be half naked with the boy you’re claiming you don’t love. 

“I’m straight,” he says, forcing himself into the shirt, “I’m straight. It’s not fake when I’m with her. I’m marrying her because I want to. Because I can't---don't, fuck, won't marry you.”

He keeps talking, Rich knows he keeps talking, but it’s so quiet Rich can’t hear it over the blood rushing in his ears, over the tears blurring his vision. Jake’s mouth moves, muttering to himself, reassuring himself that it’s the truth—he likes her, he likes her, he likes her—and Rich does everything he can not to obsess over the words. He almost wants them tattooed on him, wants to stare at them with burning eyes until the entire world has caught fire with the knowledge that Jake does not love him. 

Jake pulls his suit jacket over his shirt. He looks up from the floor and over at Rich, his gaze a labyrinth of lies Rich doesn’t want to believe, but Jake’s always been a sweet talker—he can make even the most bitter of words taste like honey. That’s how he kept Rich around for so long even as he danced with girls at balls and took princesses out on picnics while Rich stayed sitting, waiting at Jake’s bedroom door like a little kid, for Jake to come home and bed him. 

(But it was never the sex, no matter what Jake said. It wasn’t. It was the moments after. Jake, naked under the covers, malleable like molten gold, hanging off of Rich’s words like he was trying to ingratiate him. It was Jake’s hands on Rich’s hips in every dark corner of the palace Jake ruled. It was the stolen kisses before council meetings, chaste kisses in hallways during balls that would’ve escalated to more had Jake not had to return to the ballroom a moment later to dance with a noble’s daughter. It was the pink of Jake’s lips as he kissed Rich’s shoulder, his mouth still the strawberry flavor of the lipstains the girls he courted wore. 

It was Jake pacing the length of his room, repeating the lines to a speech he was about to give with the nervous fervor of an anxious teenager about to confess. It was the way he looked at Rich for either approval or constructive criticism, and the way he accepted every word Rich said, whether good or bad, with a curt nod and hidden smile. 

It was the fact he never seemed to know what to do with himself when Rich complimented him. A simple ‘you’re pretty’ and Jake was frozen, face flushed and tongue drunk and uncoordinated, unable to come up with any response other than nervous laughter.

It was the first night Jake had fucked him. He’d tried to make it all a joke. 

“You’re supposed to boss me around sometimes, y’know,” he’d laughed, still breathless from their climb back through Jake’s bedroom window. They weren’t supposed to go down to town without supervision, but when Rich had caught Jake with his sheets tied into a rope and hanging off the side of the castle, he’d joined him instead of yelling. “Instead you just let me do whatever I want. I could—” he’d grabbed Rich’s shirt and pulled him in close. “I could touch you here—” his fingertips brushed over Rich’s bicep, then the rim of his pants, “—and you won’t stop me.”

There was a long, heavy pause. Jake looked up from the place he was touching Rich and whispered, “You’re not stopping me.”

Rich smirked. 

“Do you want me to?”

Jake only laughed again, bright and starry. He shook his head as he dragged Rich to his bed, overeager and ecstatic. 

It was the fact Jake loved him. Jake loves him. 

He loves me, he loves me, he loves me—)

Jake approaches carefully, almost scared of what Rich will do if he gets too close. Rich remains still, waiting. He wants Jake to kiss him. He thinks maybe he will. One last impassioned kiss, a dramatic ending to their dramatic story, before Jake says that god forsaken word again and leaves.

But Jake only skirts around the edge of Rich’s personal space and snatches his crown from the vanity behind him. 

“Maybe,” he whispers, sounding calm and resigned—almost defeated—now that Rich is thoroughly convinced of Jake’s intransigence, “Maybe it never had anything to do with you, have you—” he swallows the truth and continues, “—have you ever thought about that? Maybe it could’ve been anyone. Maybe you were just a boy in my bedroom willing to have sex, and maybe that’s all I thought. Maybe it was just instinct. Maybe I liked it, but maybe that was just because you touched me and you wanted me, and I—”

Rich searches Jake’s expression for pain. These words should be hurting, should be tearing him apart from the inside out. That’s what they’re doing to Rich. They’re destroying him. He never thought Jake was pernicious. He always thought Jake was an instrument of god, an extension of pure creation and goodness, but there were no tears in his eyes. Only a vague, shadowy regret. 

“---maybe I just let you want me. Because it felt nice to be wanted.”

He knows what he’s doing as he puts the crown on his head and leaves. It’s a show of status. Rich is a servant with red-hot tears on his face and Jake is a prince with a crown on his head. 

Jake is a prince who’s going to a ball to dance with his betrothed and Rich is a servant who’s going to stay in their— in Jake’s—bedroom and clean up the mess of their love and then the mess of their fight. 

Fuck you, Jake Dillinger. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.

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the secret is that they're in a relationship. bc. bc jake's a prince and he's not allowed to be in a relationship w a dude. yep. okay.

[richardgoranski]

SSSSSSoooooo I went to disneyland recently and here are some hc for the Boyf and Richjake. Rich love the super tall and high rides because he's a small bean. Jake surprisingly likes the really slow rides. Michael always flirts with Gaston, or tries to because Jeremy drags him away. "You jealous????" "N-no! Just embarrassed...!" Jeremy on the other hand ALWAYS has to get a signature from Goofy, Mickey, or Pluto. No one knows why tho

they all go on the teacups and rich spins it like crazy and makes jake woozy

[extremelyunderkoalafied]

Be More Chill - Swap AU's

I'm sure everyone has seen or thought of an au where Michael and Jeremy switch roles and the same for everyone else. But what about other aus where the other characters take their place?

Here's a guide to create a new swap au for bmc.

The main cast of Be More Chill consists of 8 main members, put into groups of 2

-Boyf Riends (Jeremy/Michael)

-RichJake (Rich/Jake)

-Pinkberry (Chloe/Brooke)

-Cinnabun (Christine/Jenna)

There are also some other faces like Mr. Heere, Mr. Reyes, the SQUIP, and possibly Dustin and Madeline, but I don't know where to put them.

But try to swap around the characters like that, switch Boyf Riends and RichJake, or Cinnabun and Boyf Riends, there are plenty of options to choose from.

You can also separate the duos into 2 separate characters, an A character and B character.

A's: Jeremy, Rich, Christine, Chloe

B's: Michael, Jake, Jenna, Brooke

You can switch each other's A's and B's around, have entire duos of just A's or just B's, or switch everyone's A's or B's around. The possibilities are plentiful.

[kettlechipcreations]

See here you go. Some happy dorky Boyf Friends dancing at prom. I will admit this isn’t my idea I saw a post @cosmonautiical‘s art blog. I hope I did it as well as the original. Probably not but, I just wanted to draw something nice after that RichJake angst.