#do u ever think about Christine Canigula

[t-w-i-l-l-e-r]

christine canigula drive me banana bonkers cause like. shoutout to girls who are shitty and obnoxious honestly. like shoutout to girls who talk too much. shoutout to girls who joke about sex too much. shoutout to girls who talk about sex too much, shoutout to girls who think about sex too much. shoutout to girls who are indecisive and informal. shoutout to girls who are flighty and forgetful. shoutout to girls who find parallels, notice patterns, make connections. shoutout to girls who fix being made uncomfortable by the world by making the world uncomfortable. shoutout for the girls who want to be OUT and PROUD but are mostly OUT and GUILTY. shoutout to girls who want to #girlboss but can barely #girlemployee. shoutout to girls who flip between “IM THE FUNNIEST CREATURE GOD EVER MADE” and “congrats to myself on earning the worlds most annoying person award <3”. shoutout to girls who flop between “the feminine urge to compromise every opinion I have and moral I hold to avoid potentially upsetting someone 😝” and “hi! my hobbies include 1. being a selfish terrible listener and 2. hating myself for being a selfish terrible listener, what do u like to do?? (I will interrupt ur response ☺️)”. shoutout to girls who have no filter and no volume control shoutout to god and shoutout to christine canigula. 

[i-want-anne-hathaway]

I CAN’T FIND USNAVI

Okay, I’ve been putting this off for literally the longest time, but I want to finish this challenge eventually.

The vibes that In The Heights gives off is just- I love it.

I was so sad that the movie got pushed back because this was gonna be the year for movie musicals. Hamilton pro shot, In The Heights, West Side Story, and The Prom. Three of four have Ariana DeBose, as they should

Benny has just told me I have no skills like three times. Like, sir, I KNOW

The last minute of those crazy long songs always go so hard. Non stop, In The Heights, Beautiful, Freedom, Bikini Bottom Day. It’s just- perfection.

Breathe but it’s Antonio Cipriano :)))

This is making me realize that I don’t really like... know the plot of In The Heights. Like, I know the basics, but outside of that I’m clueless.

“Straighten the spine” me who’s been hunching over despite being against my bed frame

JUST BREATHE, EMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I’m pretty sure Benny’s Dispatch is just Benny being a dumbass at work with Nina, which is like... valid.

I hate that I see the title of “It Won’t Be Long Now” and think of Shrek. It’s terrible.

Vanessa 🤝 Naomi Rodriguez 🤝 Christine Canigula

Inútil is that one song of the parent/older person monologing that most musicals have. And like, they’re not BAD, it’s just that most of the time I don’t fucking CARE. *cough cough* We Look To You *cough cough*

I do be vibing to No Me Diga. It’s just gossiping and like... mood.

“I dropped out” I relate to this girl on a spiritual level because everybody’s like “you’re doing great” and I am LITERALLY failing a class.

96,000 is such a bop, i can’t. It’s SOOO good. It’s just so fun to listen to.

I spent so long memorizing everybody’s part of 96,000 cause it’s so fun. I just rewind it to do each individual part.

“If I win the lottery, you’ll never see me again” “damn, we only joking, stay broke then” the best line.

THE BEGINNING OF PACIENCIA Y FE TOOK ME SO OFF GUARD!

Also I have no clue what’s happening during this song.

Okay, I’ve looked it up, and this too is an older person/parental figure reminiscing/monologuing. But like, I dig this, so it’s fine.

When You’re Home is so pretty. I don’t have much else to say, but I’m just picturing it and it’s adorable. I’m so ready for when this movie comes out.

I feel like I’m supppsed to care about Piragua, but it’s happening right before The Club and Blackout, so I can’t bring myself to give a shit.

The whole situation between Vanessa and Usnavi in this is so petty. Just like “I’m gonna make you jealous” “no u”

BLACKOUT IS THE BEST SONG IN THIS MUSICAL! LIKE, I STAND BY THAT. EVERYBODY SINGING AT THE SAME TIME IS JUST A VIBE

“We are powerless” THE DOUBLE MEANING, I CAN’T WITH THE GENIUS OF THIS MUSICAL!

I WANT THIS MOVIE SO BADLY, I CAN’T!

Sunrise is so sweet. We love to see it.

There’s something about the way that Lin raps that makes me feel nostalgic, and I can’t explain it at all.

“It really said US Navy” I explained that to my mom, who was in the Navy, and she thinks that it’s the funniest thing ever.

Enough is a bop though. And honestly though, good for her.

“When you have a problem, come home, don’t run away from your family” THAT CALLED ME OUT ON SO MANY LEVELS, AND I WOULD APPRECIATE IT IF THEY DIDN’T

“N-n-n-no, n-n-n-no” That’s so much fun to say.

Me, going to look up what the fuck they’re saying:

Even though I don’t understand, it’s a vibe anyways.

The entire town just became elementary schoolers like “Benny and Nina sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G”

Carnaval Del Barrio is so good, I didn’t even realize that it was 7 minutes because it’s so much fun to listen to.

Me, trying to smile, knowing that Abuela’s going to die by the next song:

I PLAYED THE FIRST CHORD OF ALABANZA BY ACCIDENT, AND I STARTED CRYING BECAUSE I GOT SAD!

WHEN EVERYBODY STARTS SINGING, IT MAKES ME SO EMOTIONAL, AND I CAN’T TAKE IT.

And now I remember why I’ve avoided Act 2 of In The Heights like the plague. Because I hate being sad.

We go from death to business wars, and I wasn’t ready for it. Like, I should’ve seen it coming, but for some reason I didn’t.

“How do you get this gold shit off” THIS FUCKING IDIOT CAN’T OPEN CHAMPAGNE, AND I LOVE HIM.

Benny and Nina really want to remind me that I’m single, huh.

Why am I just realizing that Finale is being sung over a recording? I’m so fucking dumb, honest to god.

Lin really said “so if I’m not in this role, it’ll be Javier Muñoz” huh

Finale really said found family, and I love it.

Final Judgement: Despite Lin being one of the most well known names, In The Heights is often underrated, and it’s really a shame because it’s really good.

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pokemon hcs [bmc]

just general teams + other things for like... all the characters.

also none of these are fukn balanced or anything i just went with what i think the characters would use

alsoeveryonelivesinalolawhoops

no warnings. just nice pokemon stuff. happy things <3

jeremy heere - jeremy was born in kanto and raised there for most of his life - eventually moved to alola with his dad and lives on melemele island!  his mother is from sinnoh (and lives there now) and his father from kanto.. he’s visited kanto a couple times with his family before his mom left, and plans to just travel the different regions one day! jeremy is the kind of person to have a full team on him at almost all times imo!

his team consists of:

a shiny toucannon! he came across her one day and managed to catch her (as a pikipek) and still cries over the fact he found her tbh. her name is leia and she will fucking fight anyone who messes with jeremy (or any of jeremy’s friends, tbh.) ((michael cries over her. everyone cries over her. the shiny bi birb......... bless..... RICH CRIES OVER HER A LOT BC!!! IT’S THE BIRB!!!!!))

natasha is jeremy’s vulpix! she is a cutie that was given to him by his dad, and she’s not an alolan vulpix (which, jeremy is completely fine with tbh, because natasha is pretty fucking rad). jeremy’s actually grown up with her so they’re pretty close.

ganon is a gengar that will fuck u up. he’s kind of an ass sometimes, but he’s apart of the team nonetheless! jer caught him after he was dared to go into the thrifty megamart (while acerola was off taking care of official business, which is... a no-no, jeremy you fuck).

galileo is an eevee jeremy has yet to evolve - mainly out of uncertainty. he’ll probably end up as a jolteon tho! jeremy caught him since the boy loves eevees. michael was probably like “so what are you gonna evolve him into” and jeremy was like “.... fuck, idk.” he’s a pretty rad eevee, tbh - but he’s a lil smaller than most. he doesn’t let that get him down - fuck you if you judge him on his size, tbh.

kalel is a tirtouga that jeremy revived! he’s a pretty rad dude who acts a lot older than he is. pretty gnarly. michael likes him. they share weird outdated lingo lmao

peggy is an ariados that’s super sweet. gentle spider baby. she’s pretty optimistic tbh!!! jeremy loves his spider baby. he raised her from when she was just a baby spinarak. his daughter. i love her.

michael mell - born and raised in alola on ula’ula island! he’s pretty content to staying in alola, but would 100% travel other regions with jeremy because honestly - that sounds super fucking cool. keeps 3-4 pokemon with him at all times. super guilty about catching pokemon and sending them back to his parents - but they don’t mind! his dad loves pokemon a lot and both of his parents research them!!!

his team consists of:

daxter the decidueye! michael’s parents managed to get daxter (as a rowlet) for him for his birthday and the two are super close! sometimes closer than michael and jer are lmao. he’s a pretty damn cool bird. fuck u jeremy and ur SHINY bird.

link the raichu (alola ver.)! A RAD BOY, MICHAEL LOVES HIM A LOT AND WILL FUCKN SQUARE UP IF U INSULT LINK HE IS THE BEST FUKN RAICHU FUCK U

clyde the psyduck!!!! a good boy!!! THE BEST BOY!!!! everyone on michael’s team is the best. michael loves his team. clyde is a giant baby who michael likes to carry around tbh.

samus the flareon!!!!!! the only gal who will fuck u up if u underestimate her. michael treasures her. she is a good bab. 10/10. likes to curl up on michael while he sleeps.

christine canigula - also born and raised in alola on akala island, but lived in hoenn for a couple of years before moving back! she loves her team and would fight u. a complete angel tbh, names all her pokemon after theatre characters (same tbh). her father travels a ton and she meets up w him sometimes while she travels!!! it’s fun times

her team consists of:

cassie the oricorio! too good for the chorus. christine loves her a ton!!! she is a good bird. very dance and gets along with christine rly rly well!!!! (most often seen as in pom-pom style)

eliza the lilligant! she is good and an angel. i love her. extrmely sweet tbh. the most liked member of the team tbh. (these descriptions get shorter with every character whoops)

macbeth is christine’s machoke! he’s ready 2 tussle if u hurt christine + he’s super gr8 at moving set pieces if necessary! once picked up jeremy and scared the fuck out of him.

puck is a togedemaru! he’s super cute and ready to destroy. probably the strongest of the team tbh. probably fucked up Many ppl. he’s super sweet though??? just don’t anger him lmao. he chills in the light/sound booth during shows. he doesn’t even do anything he just chills there.

rich goranski - from sinnoh my sweet dudes! most of his pokemon are actually like.... sinnoh-native. lives in alola with his older brother now but still visits sinnoh every year. tends to travel rather than just staying in one place. has broken his pokedex multiple times on accident. his bro is pretty laid-back tbh but probably works for aether since they pay is... good and he was support rich that way. has burn scars from a bad run-in w a pokemon :/

his team consists of:

buzz is his electabuzz! a good baby, buzz is a big ole softy who cares deeply for his trainer. a tough dude, ready to tussle if someone tries to hurt rich though.

ryder is his mudsdale! a tough, cold dude who doesn’t rly give two shits abt 99% of things. prefers naps tbh. a bit stubborn sometimes too tbh. actually rly loves brooke??? no one knows why.

onyx is his salazzle. a sharp-witted girl who would fuckin stab a bitch for rich. very protective of him. she loves her short trainer. often picks fights with daxter whenever rich and michael are together, but more in the older sister way tbh.

jake dillinger - born and raised in kalos, jake made it his personal goal to travel to every region and beat the leagues. his parents have been sort of absent from his life so he’s extremely independent and tends to mother his team, honestly. he regularly talks with sycamore (and thanks him for giving him the opportunity to travel)! strong boy. loves his team. only carries three pokemon bc he’s always ready to add to his team.

chester the chesnaught! wasn’t named by jake. a timid boy who’s a little bigger than most chesnaughts, ending up around 5′8″ rather than the usual 5′3″. forgets he’s a big boy. has always referred to jake as his papa ever since he was a chespin and he hasn’t stopped lmao. what a cutie

stephanie is his mienshao! a tall babe who is ready 2 tussle. loves jake? he is a good trainer. often spars with chester to keep her skills sharp. i love her?

beans is his reuniclus and he is a smart cookie. awkwardly smaller than most pokemon tbh? he doesn’t care. he’s happy and loves himself and his teammates. often naps but is a strong baby.

chloe valentine - born in kalos, raised in alola on akala island. met brooke there too!!! didn’t grow up expecting to be that interested in battling but something seemed to spark and she’s honestly one of the strongest trainers in alola. honestly, i could see her as an island kahuna??? ready to fight anyone threatening her island. 

buster the machamp. protective of everyone tbh, not just chloe. a jolly boy who loves to eat, and often jokes around with the rest of the team and with chloe’s friend’s teams.

marshmallow the bewear. honestly a terrifying bear who knows her strength. very patient with everyone, except buster when he tells shitty jokes. often the scariest part of chloe’s team.

kate the lucario. the real threat. chloe fucking trains with her in order to keep in shape. often responsible for knocking teams out, kate is the powerhouse of the team. marshmallow may strike fear, but kate’s the one trainers should lookout for.

brooke lohst - born and raised on akala island with christine! brooke has always had an interest in taking care of pokemon and aspires to be a nurse someday tbh!!! not interested in battling tbh, but is super supportive of her friends! only keeps two pokemon with her at all times tbh. they’re good friends.

winona the chansey is brooke’s main partner tbh. she plans on staying by brooke’s side when she goes into school and helping her when she eventually becomes a nurse! good friends with rich’s mudsdale tbh. winona is very bold and very strong and i love her 

terra the espeon. given to by jeremy! terra is a sweetheart who also helps brooke as much as she can, and can help calm trainers if needed. whoops i love her?

jenna rolan - also born and raised in alola on melemele island. jenna is insanely smart??? honestly she’s gonna be a professor one day. she studies under professor kukui rn! more intereted in research than battling tbh. loves her team i s2g she would fight anyone for insulting them.

frost is her ninetails (alola ver)! jeremy loves her? especially bc he was raised in kanto and woah jenna u have a ninetails wtf!!! but she’s an ice type!!! thats so cool.... but anyway, frost is a diva i s2g, she likes attention (and likes jeremy because he gives her attention).

andy is her dragonite!!! he’s a good friend, a good chubby soft boy. andy is basically a giant teddy bear who just wants to cuddle tbh. often found napping??? what a sleepy boy

i love pokemon?

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Good Things About The Bootleg™ Long Ass Post

Long ass post about how much i love the bmc bootleg

MORE THAN SURVIVE

- Jeremy looks so genuinely disappointed that his porno isn't loading in time for school to start

- I know that people giving Jer his clothes is done so Jeremy doesn't have to run around the stage putting his clothes on, but I like to think in real life they just float out of his closet and attach themselves to him

- The walk he does to the bathroom. Lil penguin

- Mr. Heere pls put pants on i know its a running theme but pls

- Brook sleepin in the bus

- the way everyone on the bus is doing their own thing: michael listening to music, brooke sleeping, chloe texting, jenna doing her nails, jake on the phone, and christine with her face in her script im dyin shes so cute

- the little dances they all do at the end of every lil segment

- uh rich hits jeremy in the nuts???? Rich thats mean

- you notice how when Michael goes behind the pillar, rich follows him all sly, opening a marker with his teeth, so you know that rich has already bullied Michael by the time he gets to Jeremy. He also shoots jeremy a look like "ill be there for you next". I like the details.

- Chloe. Rude. You scared Jenna

- Chloe hes trying to get to his locker leave him alone

- rich totally runs into Jeremy on purpose

- dont TOUcH me TALL AsS

- Rich isnt even that short its more that... He's compact???

- poor jeremy obvi gets bullied a lot im so sad

- lil handshake rich and jake do its so good

- "I navigate the dangerous hall" "BRRREEE"

- Mr. Reyes dragging rich by the ear lmao

- michael subtly jammin to his music in the background

- chrisitne standing there with her notebook pressed to her chest my Child

- her Leg thing

- so extra with the chapstick

- jeremy walking up to her and then turning and going "nope yikes"

- jake doing the sex symbol thing with his fingers when he raises his hand

- see the freaking motions rich is making at michael I'm pretty sure hes either mimicking punching him or mimicking fisting him either way gross

- Mr Reyes' bouncing

- also appreciate the costume changes Mr. Reyes/Heere/stockboy actor has to do. Respect.

- Mack Book Pro Hard Drive

- literally when Michael puts his hand to his ear and does the arm thing when hes jamming out makes me wanna die its so good and pure

- you ever notice how relaxed Michael seems at all times? Like his movements are so fluid and open and Jeremy's are shrunken into himself and stiff. The way he slurps his slushie casually before telling jeremy its fine to be a loser and the way he is so bouncy and everything. Hes okay being a loser. Also the way his face lights up when he sees jeremy is quality

- jeremy slowly bouncin to Michael's beat because even though hes in school he still gets relaxed around his best friend

- michael going "euch" while still smiling idk

- michaels face when he sees it says boyf riends

- their lame ass handshake i love them so much. Like he doesnt even have to prompt jeremy he just raises his hand and jeremy knows. Imagine how often they do this i love it

- Michael is. so fluid. He keeps doing the wavy hand motions like hes hula dancing. Also he does the thing where he taps his head with his fist and his whole body does a Wave like i don't understand but i love you

- christine is me when the cast list is posted

- the way michael looks at jeremy like "eh?" And jeremy nods like "yeah!!!!!" About christine Hes so cute

- michael teases jeremy about it. When they say "Christine canigula" and michael does the waving arm thing like "go over there nerd" and jeremy kicks him a lil like "shuddupppp"

- michaels smile is 👌

- jeremys smile is 👌

- i like to think that rich and jake lifing chrisitne up to sign the sheet happens every time there's a play

- michael taking jeremys lunch tray all soft and giving a subtle nod like "go on dude you can do it"

- michael shoving jeremy "go On dude do iiiit"

- im christine yeeting out of there

- tag urself im rich

- quality Jeremy hand flapping

- jer sounds so sad im dying bb

- michaels one leg spin before they all start singing is my sexuality

- jenna my love

- brooke like folding herself in half during the cccmon go go is cute

- RICH HAS A JACK SKELLINGTON BELT I REPEAT

PLAY REHEARSAL

- Michaels face tap and then running away lmao

- cccmon cccmon gO.....no....

- yoo

- i always...sweat... This much?

- well IM jeremy (is ur dad rubbing off on u)

- just, christine. Shes so bouncy. And seems so comfortable around Jeremy? Like "hes okay with my weirdness!!!!!!"

- my child

- jeremy LIVING for christines happiness is amazing

- his smiiiiiiile at her

- her climbing on chairs

- "the man is dead let it go"

- jake doing the thing with his arm when they mention the frisbee golf team

- brook and rich are friends!!!! U see em messing around with each other in the background???? Brooke/rich?????

- hot pocket

- jeremy being so sad looking (and kind of angry looking???) When he pulls out his phone while jake talks to christine

- christines scarf lmao

- jeremy goes to the nurse for breakdowns often :'(

- hes so in love with christine im dying

- mr reyes works at the hobby lobby idk why the kids know him more from that then his actual teacher job

- Jake is actually really cute about trying to talk to Christine. Tryin to quote Shakespeare. You sweet dummy

SQUIP SONG

- Rich running into mr reyes in the bathroom and the thing he does with his hands

- i told you NOT to wash that off

- hips

- rich your hips

- they are a rollin

- are you a GIRL Jeremy???

- rich

- hips

- also your squip makes you freeze and groan like you're being choked and that makes me sad

- the lisp oh my goood

- and then he slaps himself. Like thats not his squip telling him to slap himself, the squip has shocks for that. Rich slaps himself, which means he is always fighting his lisp all the time and that makes me rlly sad

- did he switch the lyrics or did i miss something? Isnt he supposed to say "hopeless" before he says "helpless"? Either way, quality

- his face when he talks about being suicidal

- idk but i like the way he leans down and then slowly rises back up

- the movement he does when he describes the squip is weird and i like it

- oh my God the way jeremy shields his face makes me sad. Rich didnt even raise his arm yet. Jeremy gets bullied Too Much and i dont like it

- rich is a bouncy motherfucker and I'm straight for him only

- Quality jeremy flapping and bouncin around

- its FROM JAPAAAAAAN

- the weird dance is cool

- all the kids in the background doing the dance with rich is creepy as fuck and i love it

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Boy on the Bike

Read it on AO3!

Summary: Jeremy thinks he might be going crazy. That might be okay, though, because Boy on the Bike must be crazier. Crazy enough to get off his bike, wheel it up the driveway of Jeremy’s mom’s house, rest it against the house, walk over to Jeremy, and take a seat on the steps next to him.

“Why are-- What’re you--”

“You were sad. I’d feel bad if I just left you like that.”

(Or: Jeremy Heere, after having a very terrible day, meets Michael Mell, who inexplicably makes him forget there's any bad in the world at all.)

Notes: i had WAY to much fun writing this first chapter... these boys..... theyre gonna fall in love just u wait. this fic is prolly just gonna be jeremy and michael exploring smth neither of them have ever experienced before: ...............friendship (and eventually romance but shh theyre babies theyre just learning). idk how long this is gonna be but im excited for it

anyway i hope u enjoy this ride

Jeremy Heere is having a Pretty Shitty Day.

The morning began with a freshman spilling coffee in Jeremy’s lap on the bus. That should’ve been a warning sign, now that he thinks about it, that it was going to be a Pretty Shitty Day. Between second and third period, Rich Goranski shoved Jeremy into a locker and asked if he’d pissed himself. At lunch, Jeremy accidentally threw his math homework in the trash with the remnants of his lunch and had to go to class empty-handed. He mixed two chemicals incorrectly in Chemistry and the class had to move to a different lab so the room could be cleansed of toxins. At the end of the day, Christine Canigula bumped into him in the hallway and instead of apologizing, Jeremy gaped at her for three seconds before she walked away, probably creeped out of her mind.

After such a shitty day, Jeremy walked home from school and dug fruitlessly through his backpack for fifteen minutes before coming to the conclusion that he left his key in his room. He’s locked out. Of course, the one time he forgets his key is one of the rare instances in which he stays with his mom for the weekend, and that’s already terrible enough in and of itself. Reluctantly, he pulls out his phone (of course he forgot to charge it the night before, so it’s only at 21%) and sends his mom a text to inform her that he’s locked out.

He’s not expecting an answer, though.

It takes a lot for Jeremy to classify a day as a Pretty Shitty Day, because most of his days are spent uncomfortable and awkward as it is. Sometimes, though, things just stack up until he’s teetering on the brink of a panic attack before first period even ends, and that’s when the day earns the Pretty Shitty Day title.

It’s a stupid thing for him to cry over. Jeremy had been locked out of the house before, but now it feels like such a punch in the face. He has a terrible day and he can’t even go hole up in his room for the remainder of it. He feels even more like a loser than he thought was humanly possible as he sits on the front steps of his mom’s house and sniffles into the sleeve of his cardigan.

At the very least, he can take comfort in the fact that the only people who live in his mom’s neighborhood are old, deaf people. There’s no one around to watch him weep to himself like a fucking idiot.

That is, until Jeremy notices someone.

What looks to be a red speck bikes around the corner onto the street Jeremy’s mom lives on. The street is long and vacant, and the speck is rapidly becoming more identifiable. Jeremy doesn’t mean to stare, but he watches nonetheless as the person on the bike becomes a boy with black hair and a big, red hoodie. He’s not sitting on the bike, but rather riding it while standing, like some kind of dangerous hooligan. Jeremy’s eyes linger for a moment too long and the boy on the bike notices him.

Jeremy ducks his head, hiding his face in his knees in hopes that the boy will just keep going and not spare Jeremy’s creepiness another thought. He holds his breath and waits five, six, seven, eight seconds and just when he thinks the biker is gone, he hears a voice: “Hey.”

Jeremy whips his head up and, lo and behold, the boy on the bike is standing in the middle of the street, still straddling his bike, and looking at Jeremy very attentively. Jeremy blinks at him, jaw slack, and Boy on the Bike must take this as an invitation to continue: “Are you okay?”

Is he okay? No. Of course he’s not okay. He’s just had a Pretty Shitty Day, he’s exhausted, he’s sad, and he’s been swallowing a panic attack for the past seven hours. Is he gonna tell all that to some strange teenage boy he’s never spoken to before? Of course not.

“I’m fine,” Jeremy finally says, in spite of how puffy his eyes must look and how evident his trembling hands are.

Boy on the Bike doesn’t bite. “No, you’re not. You’re crying.”

Jeremy brings a hand to his cheek and finds that he really is still crying. He hadn’t even noticed. “I guess I am,” he says, mostly to himself, but Boy on the Bike hears him nonetheless.

“Are you okay?” Boy on the Bike asks again, and Jeremy doesn’t know what the fuck comes over him, but he answers:

“No. N-No, I’m not.”

Jeremy thinks he might be going crazy. That might be okay, though, because Boy on the Bike must be crazier. Crazy enough to get off his bike, wheel it up the driveway of Jeremy’s mom’s house, rest it against the house, walk over to Jeremy, and take a seat on the steps next to him.

“Why are-- What’re you--”

“You were sad. I’d feel bad if I just left you like that.”

Jeremy blinks at him and then, incredulously, bursts into a fit of giggles. Boy on the Bike looks at him, puzzled, and Jeremy wants nothing more than to stop laughing, but he can’t. “I’m sorry--” he gasps. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry-- I’m not laughing at you, I promise--”

Boy on the Bike gives him a confused smile and waits for Jeremy’s giggles to die out. “You good, dude?”

“I’m…” Jeremy coughs into his sleeve and squares Boy on the Bike with a look. “I’m J-Jeremy… dude.”

Now it’s Boy on the Bike’s turn to laugh, which he does, hard and unashamed. Surprisingly, though, Jeremy doesn’t feel like he’s being laughed at. It’s not the same sly, under-the-breath giggle people do when they’re talking about him behind his back. It’s not the same harsh, sarcastic laugh bullies do when they’re calling him names. Boy on the Bike has a beautiful, contagious laugh. Jeremy can’t stop looking at him and can’t stop himself from laughing, too.

“Sh-Shut up!” Jeremy squeaks through his own laughter. His voice cracks on the “up” and that only makes Boy on the Bike laugh even harder. “You’re mean! I thought you were here to make me feel better.”

Only he’s already made Jeremy feel better.

Boy on the Bike eventually sobers up enough to articulate himself. “Jeremy, huh?” he asks, and Jeremy nods. “Nice to meet you, Jeremy. I’m Michael.”

Jeremy smiles at him. Michael. “Nice to meet you, too, Michael.” Michael, Michael, Michael. It’s a good name. “Thanks for, uh, y’know… stopping to talk to me. That was really cool of you. I could’ve been, like, a serial killer or something.”

Michael pulls a face and Jeremy is quick to inform him that he is not, in fact, a serial killer. “I didn’t really peg you as the serial killer type. I don’t know how many serial killers can be found crying and locked out of their houses.”

“How’d you know I was locked out?”

“Well, Jer,” Michael says sagely, but Jeremy can only think about the nickname he’s already been given. “I don’t know about you, but whenever I’m down in the dumps, the only place I wanna cry is buried under a pile of blankets and my own sadness.”

Jeremy sighs longingly. “That’s exactly where I wanna be.”

Michael places a hand on Jeremy’s shoulder (it’s heavy and warm and comforting and Jeremy inexplicably wants to lean his whole body against Michael’s and find out if the rest of him feels that way, too) and gives it a few small rubs as he speaks, “You wanna tell me what’s wrong?”

“O-Oh,” Jeremy falters, momentarily incapable of forming words with his mouth. “I wouldn’t wanna bother you, Mi--”

“Dude, are you stupid?” Michael asks, with no malice. “I wouldn’t come sit with you if I didn’t wanna help you out, buddy. C’mon, lay it on me.”

Jeremy’s heart flips into his throat and he swallows hard before starting up on the tale of his Pretty Shitty Day. He tells Michael all about the coffee, Rich, his math homework, Chemistry class, and Christine. He tells Michael that he’s had a terrible day and he’s wanted to cry since seven in the morning and now he’s locked out of his mom’s house, which is so much worse than being at his dad’s because his mom doesn’t even care about him and--

“S-Sorry,” Jeremy says abruptly. Michael hasn’t stopped listening, nor has he moved his hand from Jeremy’s shoulder. “My mom’s, uh, a whole ‘nother can of worms.”

Michael nods and doesn’t press. “Next time, maybe.”

“Next time?” Jeremy asks, finding that his voice is suddenly too soft, too vulnerable.

“Next time.” He says it like a promise. He gives Jeremy a chance to steady his breathing before speaking again. “This is your mom’s house?”

“Mhm.”

“You don’t see her much, huh?”

Jeremy shakes his head.

“So you don’t live around here..?” Michael sounds almost disappointed.

“N-No, but I can give you my--” Jeremy catches himself. “Oh, my God, I was about to give you my home address. You’re, like, basically a stranger.” Michael doesn’t feel like a stranger, though. Michael feels like the closest thing he’s had to a friend in a long, long time.

“Oh!” Michael says, actually looking a little flustered at the notion. “No, I couldn’t ask for that--” He hesitates, looking down at his hands and fidgeting with his fingers before willing the words out of his mouth, “B-But I could, uh-- I could ask for your number-- Y’know, like, if you ever need to talk-- I just-- I mean, it’s totally cool if you don’t want to--”

Jeremy bumps his knee against Michael, who looks up at him sheepishly. “Gimme your phone, loser.”

Michael fumbles his hand around in the front pocket of his hoodie before fishing out his cell phone (a clunky old Android, which Jeremy makes note to make fun of him for in the future) and handing it over.

Jeremy punches his number in and Michael peers over his shoulder as he types in “Jeremy Heere.” “You gotta put in an emoji,” Michael says firmly.

Jeremy looks at him and raises an eyebrow. “How come?”

“All my contacts have emojis. Don’t mess with the flow, bro.”

Jeremy rolls his eyes, but scrolls through the emojis nonetheless. “Android emojis are ugly,” he comments absently, earning an offended shove from Michael. Eventually, Jeremy settles on the video game controller emoji. “There,” he says, satisfied with his decision as he hands the phone back over to Michael. “Happy?”

“Very much so,” Michael says, almost as if he doesn’t realize it, as he pockets his phone. Jeremy’s heart flutters. “Now I know that you’re not only a friendless geek, but you’re a friendless geek who spends all his time playing video games.”

That one hurt a little bit. Michael's so cool, Jeremy could tell. Michael probably has lots of friends at whatever school he goes to and probably won't even bother texting a loser like Jeremy. Jeremy must have wilted, because Michael rushes to reassure him that he was just kidding. “I have no room to talk. I do the same thing. I’m the resident friendless stoner at my school.”

Jeremy straightens up. “N-Not anymore!”

“What d’you--”

“You’re not friendless. Not anymore.”

Michael stares at him and Jeremy thinks he’s going to laugh again, but then he does something much better. Michael lunges forward and buries Jeremy in a hug and Jesus Jewish Christ, hugging Michael is so much better than how Jeremy imagined it’d be. He’s warm and soft all over, and when Jeremy noses against Michael’s shoulder, he smells like pine and laundry detergent.

“Thank you,” Michael breathes. Jeremy’s thinking the same thing. He decides maybe it was worth having a Pretty Shitty Day, if he got to meet Michael.

[i-used-to-wear-the-fedora]

BMC Jeremy is Missing AU [Rewrite] In Depth

Ch.12 A Good Samaritan

“Hey d-Mr.Heere!” Both Jeremy’s dad and the man he was talking to turned to see Jeremy using Michael’s body to walk over towards the two.

“Michael? What are you doing in here? Shouldn’t you be in school?”

“Oh you know-lunch break and stuff. But ugh I heard something about you needed money?”

“Actually it’s Dr.Graham over here who needs the money. I’d give him some but I barely have enough for groceries.”

“M-maybe I could give you the money!”

“I couldn’t-”

“P-please for any friend of my da…Mr.Heere.” Jeremy felt slightly guilty as he reached into Michael’s pocket and pulled out the money. But it was for a good reason. “Here.” The man smiled as he took the money from Michael’s hand.

“Thank you….”

“Jer…Michael. Michael Mell.”

“Thanks Michael. You know you remind me of my son Craig, he’s around your age. If you need anything just let me know.”

“Really, it’s okay. Just being a good samaritan and stuff.” The doctor smiled waving goodbye to Mr.Heere before walking away leaving Jeremy and his father alone.

“Michael, that was very nice of you.”

“Thanks…Mr.Heere. It seemed like the right thing to do. So, you’re grocery shopping?” Jeremy asked seeing his dad’s small list.

“Yeah, Jeremy’s birthday’s coming up in a few days…gotta make sure I don’t burn it this year. Wouldn’t want a repeat of last year.” Jeremy remembered his birthday last year, he and Michael took a bite and instantly spit it out to find that under the three layers of frosting was a cake burned to the point of blackness. He couldn’t stop a laugh from coming out as he remembered that.

“Oh my God, I remember that. It tasted so bad so we just split up the frosting and put it on top of our ice cream.”

“I-I remember,” Mr.Heere as he chuckled leaning his kart. “I still have pictures of the two of you right after with food all over your faces.”

“Hey, I was hungry.”

“You looked just like when you were six on Halloween and you got into the sugar sticks. That was everywhere me and Jackie were cleaning it out of the right for weeks.” Jeremy stopped when he said Jackie. His mom. Did his mom come to his funeral? Did she talk to Dad?

“How is…Jeremy’s mom anyway?” Mr.Heere stopped laughing as he unknowingly looked at his son. “Sorry if that’s too personal.”

“No it’s alright son. Jackie’s being Jackie as usual. She still hasn’t talked to me since the funeral.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No it’s alright Michael, it’s not like you’re the reason she’s angry at me.” A beep went off on Mr.Heere’s phone making him look down at his phone before turning his kart around. “Sorry I got distracted, talk to you later Michael!” Jeremy waved goodbye as he watched his dad walk away.

“See you later…dad.” Jeremy smiled. He actually talked to his dad. Money now gone Jeremy walked over to exit. Munchies wouldn’t have tasted nearly as good as the feeling in his, or was it Michael’s?, stomach. He could give Michael his body back….but on the other hand lunch was still going on at school. Jeremy couldn’t believe he was actually excited for school food but it was better than nothing.

~~

“Hey Christine are you alright?” The girl looked up from her math book to see Jenna staring at her. “You look like you just ate a lemon. You thinking about something? …somebody?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Christine, you shouldn’t bottle this stuff up.”

“What’s there to bottle up? I mean it’s not like I’m friends with the girl who convinced me to make Jeremy run away in the first place.” Jenna back up as Christine snapped at her. “Sorry, I just don’t want to talk about it okay? This all so much take in at once.”

“Christine, we need to talk about this.”

“Later.”

“You’ve been saying later forever, we can’t keep ignoring Jeremy. Especially since it’s actually Jeremy now.”

“Ms.Rolan, Canigula, is there something you’d like to share with the rest of the class?” The teacher glared at the two girls who quickly quit talking as the woman went back to writing the equation on the white board. Christine not even looking over at Jenna anymore looked at her book hoping to not have to make eye contact.

~~

“Eugh…what happened?” Michael’s head hurt as he looked around, his vision still coming back. “Wha…?” Looking down he saw various stains on his shirt that looked like food making him even more confused. When did he eat? Wait…Jeremy. Jeremy took control of his body. Darting up he saw he was in his bedroom, on his bed. Jeremy was standing not too far away looking over some pictures on the wall. He noticed Michael awake as he jumped seeing his friend.

“Michael, you’re awake!”

“Jeremy what…happened? And why do I feel like I just ate my mom’s pancakes?” Grabbing his phone Michael saw it was seven at night. “Seven? Jeremy how long were you in my body?”

“Oh-er, well I…a few hours? I just intended on getting a few snacks at Walmart but then that kind of fell through and your mom wanted to make dinner plus you had a lot of Doritos and other stuff in your kitchen-”

“So you used my body to eat time of junk food?”

“Don’t worry-I didn’t way peanut butter or anything and I brushed your teeth!” To test that statement Michael ran his tongue around his mouth. It tasted like a combination of mint tooth paste, Doritos, Mountain Dew and Oreos. Not a pleasant combination.

“Eugh, Jeremy why?”

“I’m sorry Michael…I just wanted to taste food again.”

“But did you have to eat so much? I feel like I’ve gained two pounds.” Heading himself up Michael walked over to pick up the discarded cardigan. “I don’t think I can even bring myself to get a slushie tight now.” Michael reached into his pants pocket to pull out the money he intended to use to buy a said slushie but was surprised when he found nothing in the pocket.

“Hey where’s my money?” Jeremy looked guilty as Michael asked about the cash.

“I kind of…lent it to dad’s friend…” Michael made an annoyed face at this causing Jeremy to flinch.

“Is there anything else I should know about?”

“I’m sorry Michael.” Michael immediately faltered when he saw Jeremy’s face. Even as a ghost Jeremy seemed to look like he was about to cry.

“It’s alright dude, really. Just next time you give me a heads up before?” Jeremy nodded, the look know gone as he went to hug Michael but stopped when he realized the awkwardness that would bring. Jeremy really missed being able to hug Michael.

With Dustin:

Dustin stood in the salt circle around him in the darkened school bathroom as he placed the unlit candles around him before picking up the book he got in the library nervously looked it over.

‘I don’t know if I want the ghost to be real or not. I mean if its real and I do summon him I don’t think he’s going to like me…’ Taking a deep breath Dustin began to read.

“Oh sacred spirit come from afar, come now and prove that you are.” Nothing happened for a few seconds promoting Dustin to shut the book when a sudden breeze passed through the bathroom. The lights began to flash on and off as the stall doors swung scaring the teen when candles became lit followed by the feeling he was no longer alone in the restroom. Scared out of his mind Dustin called out, “Jeremy are here?”

His response was the the door to the bathroom slamming shut just as quickly as it opened making Dustin jump as the candles went out again leaving him in there darkness. Realizing the wet feeling in his pants Dustin was suddenly very glad he decided to do the ceremony in the men’s room.

Ch.13 Night of the Party

Michael stared down at the math assignment, internally groaning. God why did this face to be so difficult?

“The answer’s sixty nine over five.” Michael jumped slightly as Jeremy appeared next to his desk.

“Jesus!”

“Oops sorry dude.”

“You need a freaking bell around your neck.”

“Well I don’t think that’s possible. But the answer is still sixty nine over five.”

“How do you know?”

“Advanced Pre-Calc, I had Ms.Petrov before, remember?”

“Nope.”

“Here let me help you with this.” Jeremy’s hand went to touch Michael’s who flinched away, retracting his hand.

“Can you not do that? It’s just ever since Walmart I don’t think I’m comfortable…”

“With me touching you?”

“Yeah. That.” A sad look crossed Jeremy’s face for a moment before disappearing.

“I won’t, I’m just showing you where the decimal sould go before you make it a fraction.”

“Okay,” Michael followed Jeremy’s instructions getting half way through the problem when his phone vibrated in his pocket. Picking it up he saw it was a text from Jake.

yo Mikey I’m throwing a bomb ass party tonight and u r invited- -no thanks no thanks?- -don’t like parties come on dude, please?- it’ll just be me and the rest of the drama squad- except Chloe- she’s angry- -… -idk please?- -… -fine awesome!- c u tonight at my place- btw, pepperoni or bacon for pizza?- -def. pepperoni coolio-

Michael pocketed his phone as he looked up to see Jeremy had disappeared again. Michael looked down at his homework surprised.

‘Weird, thought was only halfway through.’

The page had all been filled out except for the last one. ~~ Chloe checked her phone again. Still nothing from Brooke.

'Damn it, how long is that bi-Brooke going to ignore me? She would’ve usually cracked by now. God damnit.’

The last text she’d sent was from less then a minute ago, she knew Brooke has seen her messages at this point. She was being ignored. By Brooke. And this was really starting to piss her off. Checking Instagram she went to Brooke’s page to see she had been unfriended by the blonde.

'Why doesn’t Brooke want to talk to me? Wait, I already know. That freak, Michael. Ever since he started claiming he could see ghost boy Jeremy Heere Brooke suddenly stopped listening to me-’

“Ms.Valentine, I’m trying to teach. Please put that phone away.”

~~

“Does Jake invite you to a lot of parties now?” Jeremy asked as they stood in front of the mirror in Michael’s room as the living boy tried on another one of his red button up shirts. “Also, these literally all look the same. Do you just buy your shirts on bulk?”

“Sometimes. And not really. Or at least I never go.”

“Why not? You’re being invited to Jake freaking Dillinger’s party. That’s like the most awesome thing that could happen to you in highschool.”

“Yeah going to a loud, crowded house party surrounded people drunk of their asses because people feel sorry for you sounds really awesome.”

“Feel sorry for you?”

“The only reason I’m invited is because feels bad about what happened to you.”

“Oh…then why are you going tonight?”

“Well I just thought I haven’t ever really gone to a highschool party and it’s only like five people. If I’m lucky Chloe won’t be there,” Michael decided on one of his identical red shirts taking off his hoodie allowing Jeremy to see his chest. The teen turned away until Michael walked past him towards the bathroom. Heading over to the medicine cabinet he brought out a bottle of old spice Jeremy got him for his birthday. Michael made a face as he shared it on. “Aw, Christ. This smells horrible. Jeremy is it obvious?”

“I don’t know, I can’t smell.”

“Oh.”

“Wait I got you that three years ago. You’ve never work it before?”

“It seems with a good reason, do you think I have time for a shower?”

“What time does the party start?”

“Seven.” Jeremy’s head peeked through the wall before coming back into the bathroom.

“It’s seven thirty.”

“Yeah I still got time.” ~~ “So when’s Michael supposed to get here?” Rich asked looking up from the game of Mario Kart he and Jenna were playing.

“Yeah it’s like eight o'clock already,” Christine said snapping out of her nap, “Maybe we should call it-”

“No he’ll be here any minute maybe he ran into traffic or something.” Jake was playing with his red cup nervously, unable to remember if this was his third or fourth cup of beer. Brooke noticed this taking the cup away from him.

“Jake he lives two blocks away. He didn’t get stuck in traffic.” That’s when the front doorbell rang prompting Brooke to open the door and see Michael dressed nicer than earlier. “Woah, Michael you…” She trailed off when her nose caught a whiff of the scent she new all too well. Covering her nose she unconsciously backed away, Michael noticed.

“I took a shower but even then it didn’t wash off.”

“You smell like my ex Peter, he always smelled like Old Spice.” Jake walked past the blonde, barely fazed by the scent as he pat Michael on the back.

“Glad you could make it bro! Here,” he handed Michael a red cup, “drink up, the nights just beginning!”

“I’m not much of a beer guy-”

“Come on dude, just a drink or two.”

Michael looked over towards Jeremy who nodded. Just…one beer wouldn’t hurt.

An Hour Later:

“~And I will always love you!~” Michael sat on top of the kitchen table moving his head as he sang along to the music. Everybody else was either gone or passed out on the floor for some reason except for Michael who fell as he tried to get off the table. “Oh come on Jeremy~ I know y-you’re here, pfffttt Heere, somewhere~” There wasn’t a response as Michael drunkenly stumbled towards the door. “W-w-well you guys this was fun but I need to go home~ Bye~”

He fumbled with the handles for a few moments before finally opening the door as he felt a small buzzing sensation in his neck.

'Man how much did I drink? Pfff who cares. I need to go home and wait…where’s Jeremy? Jeremy’s missing, I should find him.’ Through his buzzed haze Michael stumbled out of the driveway to the street giggling all the way as he came to a stop in the middle of the road to look up at the sky. 'Woah, there’s so many stars or maybe I should try and count them…one, two-’

“Michael!” A voice called out to the teen at he turned around but instead seeing the source he saw a bright light coming towards him.

'Aliens? Cool, maybe I should go towards the light.’

“Michael!” That was the last thing the teen heard before the sounds of screeching breaks and someone screaming.

Ch.14

Michael’s head pounded as his eyes slowly opened, a beeping should came from nearby.

“Mmmmm….” The whiteness of whatever room he was in was blinding. 'Jesus Christ my eyes.’ His vision came into focus as began to look around the room. He was in a hospital bed, the being was coming from a heart monitor. There were two seats next to the bed, his mom was asleep, her head hanging slightly off the arm of the chair. Turning around he saw Jeremy pacing in front of his bed. His friend came to a stop when he noticed Michael was awake.

“Michael!” He rushed over to the other teen’s side.

“Jeremy?” This came out as a hoarse whisper as he tried to sit up but quickly laid back down from the pain in his chest. “…fuck…Jeremy, what happened last night?”

“You don’t remember?”

“Nothing past getting to Jake’s party…” Michael clutched his chest in pain as he said that, “Christ it feels like a car hit me.”

“That’s because it did.”

“Wait, what?”

“You were in the middle of street when a car hit you. You’ve been asleep for the whole day.”

“Holy Shit.” Michael tried remember anything from the drunken haze that was the party last night. Nothing was clear except for one thing…“I-I think I was looking for you.”

“Why would you be looking for me? I was right there.”

“N-no you weren’t. I remember you weren’t there.”

“Where else would I be?”

“I don’t know, but you weren’t there.” Jeremy didn’t say anything annoying Michael but before he could say anything Michael’s mom snapped awake at Michael’s louder voice.

“Michael, thank God you’re awake!” She went to hug him but pulled away when he winced. “Oh right sorry.” Instead she kissed him on the cheek before giving him a familiar look of disappointment. “Just what the hell were you thinking? Going to a party without telling me, getting drunk and running into the street? You almost died Michael.”

“How do you know I was drunk?”

“Michael I can still smell it on you.” Michael didn’t respond as his mother sat back down in her chair. “You’re grounded until next week. No leaving the house except for school, no car-”

“No phone?”

“You don’t even have a phone anymore, it was crushed in the accident.”

“Oh…”

“I didn’t eat any of your friends to the police but I did find out it was this Jake Dillinger who threw the party so I’m going to have a talk with him.”

“Mom-”

“End of discussion. Now I’m going to go get a nurse.” She left the room slamming the door behind her. Michael looked back at Jeremy who was now sitting in one of the chairs. What the hell was Jeremy hiding from him? Why was he lying? Multiple questions ran through his head but he kept them in when the door opened again as both his mom and a nurse came in.

~~

“-thank you, have a great day mam.” Mrs.Mell signed the last paper before opening the door so that Michael didn’t hit his leg brace on anything. Three fractured ribs, a sprained ankle and a concussion. Nothing too serious and they had already given his mom the prescription for his pain medication. Getting on the car needed help lifting his foot without hurting himself.

The drive home was awkwardly silent. Pulling into the driveway he handed her his car keys before they went up to his room together as she set him in the bed before leaving the room, locking the door behind her. Jeremy was now on the floor staring at Michael before the boy climbed out of bed heading over to his window.

“Michael what are you doing?”

“Leaving.”

“What? Why? You’re really screwed up right now.”

“Maybe but I’m not going to make any progress helping you from a bed.”

“Helpi-Michael what are you talking about? You’re hurt and it’s starting to rain. How are you even going to climb down?”

“The tree.” Michael said this as he lifted the window sill.

“Michael stop those just hurting yourself more, what do you even expect to do? Walk all the way to Jake’s house? Newsflash, that’s crazy.”

“How’d you know I was going to Jake’s house?”

“That’s besides the point.”

“No it’s not. And why were you lying about last night? About being there the whole time? I know you weren’t. If you were you would’ve taken over again and pushed me out of the way.” Jeremy was silent as Michael said that making the bespectacled boy let out an annoyed sound. “Yeah that’s what I thought. I’m leaving and you can’t stop me.” Michael was about to take a step out but suddenly found he couldn’t move as his body froze. “What the hell? Jeremy?” Turning around he saw his friend staying to come in and out of existence, like he was…glitching.

“Activating Emergency Memory Core: Processing.” Wait. What? Emergency Processor Core? Michael watched frozen as Jeremy came in and out for minutes before fully coming back.

“Jeremy, what the fuck is going on?”

“I’m sorry Michael, I can’t allow you to hurt yourself anymore like this. As your SQUIP it’s my duty to keep you happy and safe.”

“W-what are you saying? SQUIP?”

“I’m sorry Michael. I am not the real Jeremy. I am not a ghost. I am a Super Qualified Unit Intel Processor. Your friend Richard Goranski slipped me into your Mountain Dew drink the night before school started. It wasn’t just you getting sick that night.”

“W-wait, you’re saying Rich gave me you?”

“To make you feel better. He saw your declining mental and physical state and wanted to help.”

“Y-you’re kidding. You have to be real, all those memories, the possession, what you did in the bathroom-”

“Michael, I only remember things about Jeremy that you do. I have access to your body that allows for possession. The bathroom lights were electricity charges I put out.”

“But the stall doors-”

“Michael, I can explain it all.” Michael felt tears falling down his face as Jere-the SQUIP let his muscles unfreeze as he fell down to the floor. “I’m truly sorry for the pain over caused you but if it makes any difference I treasure the relationship we shared.” Michael didn’t say anything as he wiped his face off trying and failing to compose himself. “I’m going to guide you how to get out of the house, in a much less dangerous way so that you can talk to Rich. It seems apparent that you two have things to talk about.” Michael didn’t say anything as he got off the floor and followed the A.I. outside of the room.

Ch.15 Confrontation

Rich sat in front of his TV playing Call of Duty when there was a knock at the door.

'Weird,’ Rich thought walking towards the door, 'I thought Jake was working today.’ Opening the door he was greeted by a scowling Michael who was wearing what looked like pajamas with a scowl on his face and a brace on his ankle.

“Bro, great to see you’re still alive! Jake told me about last night, you got hit by car? That’s-”

“I know Rich.”

“Know? Know what?”

“About the SQUIP. It told me.”

“Oh.”

“Oh? That’s all you have to say?”

“Well what do you want me to say?”

“I don’t know, how about sorry for giving you a computer that pretended to be my dead best friend?” Michael made his way into the house now grabbing Rich by his shirt. “What the fuck?”

“Hey I didn’t know it would try and pretend to be Jeremy but it helped you right?”

“Helped me?! You knew the whole time and you just let it happen?”

“Michael, the night before school started you looked like shit. You have washed your hair in days, your bags had bags and I saw the cuts on your arms. Believe it or not as your friend I actually care about what’s happening to you. So…I slipped one into the Mountain Dew I gave you.” Michael let go of the smaller boy’s shirt as he shoved him away, backing away so that he could leave against the wall. Tears were running down his face again as he sank down to the floor. Rich sat down next to and Je-the SQUIP say on the other side of him.

“I-I don’t know what to do now…”

“If you want, the can get rid of me Michael. I’m not helping you and now I’m not even fully functioning.” The words came out of Jeremy’s mouth making Michael even more confused. “Ever since the alcohol last night I haven’t been properly functioning. Glitching in and out, unable to look up previous data, of you walked away right now and I didn’t know where you were going I shouldn’t be able to follow you Michael.”

“Rich…”

“Yeah dude?”

“The SQUIP wants me to get rid of it.”

“Do you want to get rid of it?”

“Kind of…but at the same time…it’s all I have left of Jeremy. I don’t want to lose him again.”

“That’s alright dude. I understand but if you ever want to, I have some Mountain Dew Red.”

“I know, but I think I need some help. Like serious help. And maybe some distance from Squeremy.” Rich burst out laughing as Michael said that. “What’s so funny?”

“Squeremy? Oh my God! That’s amazing.” The newly dubbed Squeremy smoked at that at that name.

“Squeremy. I like that.” It took Rich a moment to stop laughing before he could articulate his words again.

“B-but seriously, about the help thing? Why don’t you see that therapist dude Jeremy’s dad has been seeing?”

“That actually sounds like a good idea. But maybe Squeremy could stay here? Just until I get back?”

“Uh, sure. I guess.”

“Thanks dude,” Rich nodded his head before hugging Michael. The teen thought about pushing him away for a moment before accepting the embrace. An actual human touch. He doesn’t even think about Squeremy hearing the thought, human touch.

Something the SQUIP knew it could never provide Michael.

~~

“-so Michael is this your first time coming to Therapy?” Michael sat in the red chair just across from the therapist’s desk fiddling with the stress ball that was on the desk next to him.

“I went a few times last year but that was just the one at the school. She didn’t help a lot.” The man’s house was big, Michael had to walk through the living room to get to the office that was decorated with various papers and certificates. It felt almost claustrophobic with how tightly packed it was.

“I’d imagine, schools are where the therapists that got straight D’s are sent,” Michael let out a snort at that, “but don’t tell anyone I said that. My sister’s a teacher counselor.”

“I won’t. At least, as long as you don’t tell my mom I’m coming here. She found out yesterday and “double” grounded me. Whatever that means.“

"You know, you remind me of my son when he was your age, sixteen?”

“Nah I’m seventeen.”

“You’re kidding? You look younger.”

“Yeah I get that a lot.” The man was about to say something when his phone rang. He made an annoyed face as he looked down at the screen.

“It looks like Mr.Heere’s calling again. Do you mind if I take this? It mayhem be a while…”

“No, it’s chill got my stress ball,” Michael have the red ball a squeeze to emphasize his point.

“Alright, I’ll be back as soon as possible.” He left the room closing the door behind him. It was a few seconds. Then a minute. Then a few minutes. Michael got up to stretch his legs to avoid boredom. God the stress ball wasn’t helping….heading over to the deal he saw a picture of the therapist and a teenage boy. It seemed old and frayed, the man looked a lot younger. The teenage boy must have been his son. Curious Michael looked around the desk area when he saw an album labelled family photos.

'I shouldn’t…’ But there was no little voice in his head telling him directly not to. That voice was back at Rich’s house playing Call please Duty. Taking the album out of the book case Michael began to flip through it. More pictures of the boy in the frame. Further in he saw photos of the man with two boys, one a few years younger than the boy in the frame. Another son? Foiling further he stopped when he saw a familiar photo.

It was a picture of him, Jeremy and Jeremy’s dad at the park for Jeremy’s sixth birthday party. 'Mr.Heere must have given him this…’ Flipping through he found a few other pictures Michael recognized from Jeremy’s house. 'Jesus Mr.Heere, what did you-wait.’ Michael turned the page again and saw a photo of Jeremy only…he was with Dr.Graham.

Jeremy was sitting in a chair and the doctor was behind him smiling. Jeremy on the other hand…his mouth was in more of a grimace than a smile and his eyes were wide. Flipping further the pictures of Jeremy and the man became more frequent, Jeremy looking worse with every page turn. Dr.Graham, the man who moved next door to Jeremy’s dad, became his therapist…

Michael felt himself get sick as be realized who’s house he was in. He needed to leave, call the police he-

“What the hell are you doing?”

[broadwaykins]

aa, you do hcs here??? if so, could i maybe request some hcs fr a lesbian christine canigula (be more chill) who heavily pined for jenna rolan please??? what a soft and wonderful girl im gay. i was good friends w/ michael i think and we would talk a lot about our crushes. (his crush was jerbear, ofc) also if im allowed to rq two things, maybe an aes too? w/ lots of sapphic themes and sort of neutral colours or dullish pinks? thank you so super duper much if u can!!!!

I definitely want to do HCs, but I think due to the nature of this kind of request, I can really only do them for musicals I know well (unless the requester provides a ton of specifics). That being said, I love BMC, so I’d be happy to write these! Also, you’re welcome to request two things, and I’ll have your aesthetic up asap.

Christine had known for a long time that she had feelings for girls, but she wasn’t really sure how she felt about boys. When she agreed to try going out with Jake, she wasn’t leading him on so much as trying out something new and unknown, which had always been exciting for her – the idea of playing a new role, whether in life or on the stage. In the end, though, she had to admit she just wasn’t feeling it, and they parted on friendly terms. She was really grateful that the relationship allowed her to realize she really was a lesbian.

Michael wasn’t much of an actor, but he liked to stop by play rehearsal sometimes to watch Jeremy and ended up talking to Christine when she was offstage. They understood each other really well, since Michael liked to ramble about the plots of really cool video games he’d just played and Christine liked to ramble about really cool plays she’d been in (or wanted to be in). Eventually, though, their conversation came around to crushes. Blushing furiously, Michael came up with this adorable analogy about how Jeremy was his player two in video games and also in life, and how Jeremy was the Link to his Zelda and the Ash to his Pikachu. Christine, on the other hand, could go on about Jenna Rolan for hours.

Because !!! Jenna Rolan!!! She was so pretty and beautifully soft and funny and fun to be around. Christine loved to listen to her recount gossip just to hear the sound of her voice, and when Jenna tried to tell Chloe and Brooke about the dirt she’d found on someone’s facebook profile, Christine wondered if Jenna had ever facebook stalked her. It felt to Christine like they had a lot in common – both girls adored being the center of attention, and just wanted people to like them and care about them and ask them about their days.

And because she knew this about Jenna, Christine was eventually able to get up the courage to talk to her. She wrote out a script beforehand, as if she were in a play, so that she wouldn’t get tongue-tied in the moment and forget what to say. But she was sure Jenna would love the attention, and she was right! Jenna asked for the latest gossip on the play rehearsal crowd, and Christine asked excitedly if Jenna knew what musical Mr. Reyes was planning for next semester, as he always told the other teachers before he told the students. Jenna gave her an answer. Christine had no idea if it were true, but she also found she didn’t really care.

Christine’s heart almost stopped when Jenna came to see her in her latest play. It was extremely hard not to break character when she could see Jenna in the audience, and all she wanted to do was say hi to her. But she kept her composure and delivered the performance of her life, and when she gave her dramatic lovestruck speech in act ii, she imagined she was saying it to Jenna. After the play, Jenna tweeted “omg, play was amazong!!!!! christine was fab as always” and Christine, like, died.

- Mod Pierre 

[pacman-tattoo]

control [jeremy h. x squipped!reader]

aka “i wanna impress my dorky crush bc he’s rly cute and im awkward.”

alright taking off my usual bold for authors notes because i gotta so:

here’s some notes about some shit that’ll be relevant:

squipped!reader has “The SQUIP’s text, which is all in bold only,” but sometimes will have “Regular quotes surrounding it” - which stands for something the SQUIP is making the reader say (but that will always be accompanied by some sort of clarification to avoid confusion, i promise)

there’s also “Regular speech” from the reader, but also “their thoughts directed toward the SQUIP” which are in both bold and italics

there u go.

quick reminder: if anything bothers you, absolutely just come to me and talk to me about it. if i need to fix anything, tag anything, do anything - just tell me.

warning: considering reader is squipped, there’s a bit of abuse from said SQUIP. shocks, manipulation - stuff like that (similar to what jeremy faced in the musical)

    Jeremy Heere was in four of your classes. Four. In two of them he sat a few desks in front of you by some random seating order, in one he sat right next to you, and in one he was cross the room. It was bad enough having one class with him, since you’d grow flustered and your palms would get sweaty and you would immediately become tongue-tied the moment you had to say anything to him - but four classes? Someone was out to get you, and you were pretty positive about it. It was pretty difficult to not glance his way in hopes that maybe he was looking at you during math - where he sat right next to you and sometimes asked if he could borrow your calculator because wow he forgot it again and you either stuttered out your apology or shove it in his direction and pray you knew how to do math good enough with a calculator. In english he sat desks away, and sometimes would whisper shit to Michael Mell and sometimes he’d get detention for it, and you heard him in chemistry talk about Christine Canigula a few times to Michael whenever they were away from prying ears - and you never intended on listening, it just sort if happened but you refused to say anything to anyone because wow what a creep listening to other people’s conversations wow.

    So you kept your head down and prayed that maybe you could work up the courage to talk to Jeremy - or maybe Michael, because maybe if you talked to Michael you could talk to Jeremy and it wouldn’t be so awkward right, because then you’d know Michael and Michael wouldn’t be a third wheel or something - not that he’d ever be a third wheel because you and Jeremy were just a dream and it would never happen, even if you kinda wondered what it would feel like to be in his arms sometimes but that was just thoughts that happened sometimes and only sometimes and you totally didn’t miss a couple of notes in your history class because you were thinking about Jeremy and how he was kind of cute because he fell asleep.

    Fuck, you were kind of creepy weren’t you. Sixteen years old and a complete weirdo, yep, totally - no wonder Jeremy never really talked to you. You picked at your nails and you retreated into oversized shirts and into your hoodies and pretended that you weren’t there because school is hell. Hell, you were used to not really being the cool, popular kid - you’d always been a bit of a loner, really, and luckily enough, rumors didn’t really fly about you and you weren’t even a blip on the radar. Meanwhile, Jeremy was... different. He was a bit of a geek and kind of tall so he stood out a bit more than you tended to.

    You weren’t complaining. You saw the shit people gave Jeremy - a certain short bully calling him ‘tall-ass’ for one - and you wished you could find it in you to stand up and tell them all to fuck off. But you weren’t a blip on the radar. You were unseen and you didn’t have much of a problem with it, so you kept your mouth shut and let the regrets stew in your mind.

    You had a tendency to wander around the mall - maybe slipping into Spencer’s or maybe into GameStop or whatever seemed not too busy - after school since you were drained and just needing to get away, but didn’t want to make the walk home. And by some stroke of luck, Rich Goranski had been alone, walking straight into you and making some comment before he froze while you quickly stuttered out an apology. He recognized you. He knew your face and he knew you and, fuck, there went you invisibility.

   “You.” He said, staring at you. You braced yourself for the worst, but he stopped, staring at you. As if processing thoughts, or as if he wasn’t quite there before he slowly blinked. “... [y/n].”

    You nodded. He went to say something. He stopped.

    Then he figured out what he was going to say. “After school. Tomorrow. Behind the gym.”

    You nodded quickly, going to speak only for him to snap.

   “We’ll talk.”

    Needless to say, you were terrified as fuck. And pretty sure you were going to die. Well, fuck, at least I don’t have to take that chemistry test, was your attempt at maybe being a little okay with dying if Rich killed you - then again he did say behind the gym so maybe he wouldn’t kill you, at least, he wouldn’t kill you on campus, right?

    Hopefully.

    You went through the day with dread filling up your entire existence and your heartbeat in your ears. Jeremy asked if he could borrow your calculator again. You jumped and shoved it in his direction and he looked at you kinda weird but apologized before you rambled out an excuse that you weren’t feeling well and maybe you’d be fine in a little bit because it was nothing serious and he shouldn’t worry about it. That didn’t stop a weird look, but he didn’t question you further, so at least that was fine.

    You bolted from your seat in your last class and went immediately for your locker, running into Jake Dillinger in the process before muttering an apology and keeping your head down. You didn’t need anyone seeing you or wondering why you were weird or whatever. You somewhat debated whether you should actually go meet Rich, since you could get pretzels at the mall. Then you decided that maybe you shouldn’t do that because Rich might kill you if you don’t go meet him - or maybe he’d kill you either way, hell if you knew.

    So you went to meet him.

    It took him twenty minutes to show up. You texted your parents you’d be home a little later and that you were at the mall. They shrugged it off - that’s where you always were, wasn’t it? And then Rich approached you.

    “You’re actually here?” He said, apparently in disbelief that you actually showed up. You nodded slowly.

    “Look, I’m sorry that I ran into you the other day and -”

    “Don’t.” He noticed you tense up, before shoving his hands in his pockets, “you...” He began, slowly, as if he had to think over every word. “You remember me freshman year.”

    You almost told him no. But then you remembered - freshman year, biology, Rich was your partner for a project and he was quiet and... didn’t he have a lisp? Maybe you were imagining it, because he doesn’t now - and then slowly nod. “Yeah. In biology-”

    “Then you remember how I was.”

    You took a small step away, “Rich, if this is about me-”

    “Shut up about that shit!” He snapped, before slowly regaining his composure, “sorry. Habit. Well,” he began, “I changed.” You nodded again. He went to speak only to hesitate, his voice becoming slightly softer, “I think you could use some help.”

    You shot him a confused look, brows furrowed as you take in the words, “help?”

    “Yeah. You like Heere, don’t you?”

    Well, fuck me gently with a chainsaw, is it that obvious? You shove aside the thought as you nodded.

    “Listen,” he said, the smallest hint of a smile playing at his lips, “you saw me freshman year. And now look at me!”

    “How do you know I like Jeremy?” You asked, shoving your hands into your jacket pockets.

    “I have my sources.” He smirked.

    Fuck, that meant someone else knew.

    “Look, just-” He paused, “you could use a SQUIP.”

    “A what.”

    “A SQUIP. It’s this... pill. You take it and this quantum computer will implant in your brain and tell you what to do.” He paused. “It would help you.” You only stared at him. “It’s six hundred-”

    “Six hundred?”  You repeated.

    “It’s worth it. Trust me.”

    “Rich, I can’t just get six hundred dollars,” you said, “but... maybe if you give me some time-”

   “Give me your phone.”

   “What?”

   “Give me your phone,” he repeated. You unlocked it and handed it over. He punched something into it, “text me when you get the money. Only when. Don’t fucking bother me otherwise.”

    You nodded quickly. He turned to leave after shoving your phone back to you. “Wait, Rich-” He stopped and glanced back over to you. “Why me? Why now?”

    He shrugged, shouted something back about getting the money, and then left you alone with your thoughts.

    Six hundred dollars. You could do this. Rich said this would help you and what did you have to lose?

    First you checked your room for anything. You found an old shoe-box you’d been keeping, various pictures and other oddities inside of it, and in the corner was fifty bucks tucked away with a note that said ‘if the game is released’ with a shitty sketch of a crown out to the side  and you couldn’t remember what game, but it was a start. Thanks, younger you.

    Five hundred and fifty. You’d get roughly twenty for your allowance. 

   Five hundred and thirty. Maybe you still had some birthday money if you searched hard enough. You didn’t. Maybe your grandmother would pay you for doing stuff around the house.

    She did - after an awkward conversation about getting a job but offered you cookies she’d made when she heard you were coming over. Fifty for the yard work - kinda generous since you didn’t do much, but you had the sneaking suspicion it was also because you actually came over.

    That left four hundred and eighty. Maybe this wouldn’t be so hard.

    It was harder than you thought. You had shoved your money away into the shoe-box from earlier and you’d yet to add a penny to it. So you started going through your shit and hoping maybe you’d find something super rare and maybe someone would pay a decent amount for it.

    You didn’t. Fuck. You did end up throwing a bunch of old games onto eBay because maybe they’d get some money.

    Your aunt needed someone to babysit next Saturday. You immediately took her up on the offer - ten dollars an hour wasn’t bad, and you were pretty sure it was only because you were related. Besides, you didn’t hang out with your cousins enough - Jason was a sweetheart who talked to you about how eighth grade was going, Dawn spent all her time reading in her room and ignoring her older brother, and Alex, who talked about their freshman year and this cutie who was in one of their classes - and the only reason you were actually there, because you’d heard something about Alex getting in a fight with the neighbor’s kid and that your aunt didn’t want a repeat of last time. Maybe you’d hang out with them again another time, without the idea of money as incentive.

    Then again, you were getting paid forty bucks for basically hanging out with these kids. The money wouldn’t hurt.

    One hundred dollars from five games. Well, goodbye childhood memories, you will be missed...

    Maybe you could sell cookies or something. Cookies sell well, especially at school. Secret cookie market. No one will know.

    Maybe cookies will fill the void of three hundred and forty.

    Fifty bucks from your grandmother. Twenty for allowance.

   Rich grew impatient. You told him your status behind the gym. He shrugged it off and told you to hurry the fuck up.

    He gave you another week. Saturday at the latest. That gave you enough time to get allowance. Maybe clean up your grandmother’s house.

    Time to sell an organ.

    You somehow managed to get Mr.Reyes’s drama classes to buy cookies from you. They’re sworn to secrecy and you sold him some for a discounted price. You made fifteen dollars and had someone ask if you could maybe make some chocolate chip cookies for an upcoming birthday party and they’d pay you twenty since they’d need a ton. You stayed up until two in the morning the night before baking enough. Your parents are glad you’ve found something you enjoy. Maybe you could have a bakery someday.

    You get twenty from the kid and an extra fifteen from their mom. Sweet.

    Sunday. You’re doomed. How the fuck are you supposed to get over two hundred dollars in a week? How would a GoFundMe look for this? Hey help me get a fucking pill so I can maybe be not a loser and maybe get to date a cute dork-

    Speaking of which, you noticed Jeremy signed up for the play - mainly because people gave him shit for it until a bunch of popular kids signed up. Maybe you could talk to him about it.

    You had some books. Maybe you could sell them - holy fuck, you had a signed copy of Deathly Hallows. How much money would someone pay for that? 

    Apparently, over two hundred.

    You texted Rich the moment you were able to get the cash from the bank.

    He told you to meet him in an hour at the school.

    You stood behind the school, hands shoved in your jacket pockets as you looked around. This shit better had been worth it. In the distance you can see Rich crossing the football field, walking toward you with a bottle of soda in one hand and a shoe-box under his other arm. You squinted in the dying light of the day at him, and you felt your phone buzz against your hip. It’s your father - you shoot him an excuse and say you’ll be home soon and he responds with a simple ‘okay’ before shoving your phone out of the way.

    Rich stopped in front of you. You pulled out the money and held it out, and he shoved the bottle of soda into your other hand as he counted out everything.

    “Holy shit.”

    “What?”

    He looked back to you before shoving the money into a pocket, “nothing. Thought you wouldn’t-”

    “Fuck, Rich, just give me the damn squid.”

    “SQUIP.”

    You rolled your eyes. He opened the shoe-box and pulled out a small, grey, oblong pill and held it out to you.

    “Take it with the mountain dew. That’s what activates it, or some shit - fuck if I know why. And... You might want to prepare yourself. There’s a bit of pain but it’ll be fast-”

    “Wait, Rich-”

    “No, no, it’s fine, I swear. It’ll be shitty for a minute, but then...” He smiled. He was smiling and it unnerved you, “then it’ll be fine.”

    “Are you gonna leave me here or...?”

    “Nah. I’ll be right here."

    You looked down at the pill in your hand. Doubt pooled in your stomach as you looked back to Rich, “and... this will help me?”

    “Yeah! It’s helped me, after all.”

    “You’re sure?”

    “Holy fuck, just take it already.”

    You nodded before setting the pill on your tongue, opening the soda and taking a swig as you swallowed the pill. You waited. Nothing but the taste of mint greeted you. But Rich stared at you.

    “Rich, I don’t-” You were cut off as a sharp pain stabbed through your head, eliciting a gasp of pain from you. “Fuck-”

    CALIBRATION IN PROCESS. PLEASE EXCUSE SOME MILD DISCOMFORT.

    Yeah. Sure. Mild-

    Your head seized up with pain again, sending you down onto your knees as you gripped at the sides of your head, every swear you knew spilling from you. Your nails dug into your scalp as you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to find any relief from what was a thousand times worse than a migraine.

    And then it stopped. You caught you breath as you slowly drew your hands away from your head, and looked back up to Rich. He didn’t say anything. You breathed. Finally, you had to ask, “is... Is that it-”

    CALIBRATION COMPLETE. ACCESS PROCEDURE INITIATED.

    “Access procedure- Rich, what the fuck-”

    DISCOMFORT LEVEL MAY INCREASE.

    “Wh-”

    You were thrown to the ground once more as pain spiraled through you, seizing every part of you and forcing you to spasm as a shriek escapes you. Your thoughts are gone, replaced with endless pain and the occasional swear that wasted no time escaping from you.

    ACCESSING: NEURAL MEMORY.

    ACCESSING: MUSCLE MEMORY.

    ACCESS PROCEDURE: COMPLETE.

    [Y/N] [Y/L/N].

    WELCOME TO YOUR SUPER QUANTUM UNIT INTEL PROCESSOR.

    YOUR SQUIP.

    The pain edged off bit by bit, leaving you breathing heavily as you tried to process what just happened. Your cheeks were wet with tears and dirt covered your pants legs and hands - and there was a small cut on one from a rock cutting into it. You looked up and there stood Rich, staring down at you.

    “What the fuck,” you said, staring at him, “a bit of pain?”

    “I warned you.”

    “He did. According to your memory, he said you would face “a bit” of pain. He might have underestimated how much but-”

    “What the fuck?”

    “What?”

    “Who the fuck-”

    “I already said. I am your SQUIP.”

    “Rich... what the fuck.”

    “You hear it, don’t you?” He said, offering a hand. You took it and he pulled you up.

    “Yeah. I do. It sounds like-”

    “ My default setting is Keanu Reeves. You can also set me for-”

    You stopped him. “He’s fine.”

    “If you insist.”

    You glanced down to your phone. Fuck, you needed to leave. So you thank Rich - as much as you didn’t want to, because the pain wasn’t really worth it, but your SQUIP prompted you to - and ran off. When you arrived home, you managed to sneak up to your room without much trouble, shedding off your dirt-stained pants and looking at the cuts on your hand.

    “You should take care of those before they get infected.”

    “I will.”

    “You should also not say everything out loud. People will think you’re weird if you keep talking to yourself like that. Think at me. Like telepathy.”

    “Like this?” You chewed the inside of your cheek. This would take some getting used to.

    “Exactly. Now go take care of your hand.”

    “Fine. Are you going to stay like this?” You left your room, swinging into the empty bathroom before shutting the door behind you and searching through drawers.

    “Like this?”

    “A voice.” You realized you had spoken aloud. Right. Let’s not do that. “Or is there some other shit I’m not seeing?” You paused. Where were the band-aids?

    “Would you prefer a visual?” Your SQUIP asked. You shrugged.

    “I wouldn’t be against it.”

    “Very well. I’ll see what I can do.”

    “So. What exactly are you supposed to do?”

    “Well. You want to "not be weird” and you want this “Jeremy Heere” to notice you. I am here to help you with this goal.”

   “So... I might have a chance with Jeremy?”

   “That’s my purpose.”

    You nodded slowly, washing the dirt off of your hands, careful to clean the cuts there. “So... how do I do... that.”

    “Let’s start with your appearance.”

    “What about it?” You muttered, applying a small dab of Neosporin to a cut, before covering it with a band-aid.

    “You need to change.”

    “What?”

    “You’re talking aloud again,” the SQUIP warned, before continuing on, “look at yourself.”

    You did. You looked as you always did, albeit a little dirtier. “I don’t-” You stopped. “I don’t see what I need to change.”

    “No one has noticed you in the past. That was your goal. Well, if you want to achieve being noticed, then you need to change. Your appearance only the first step.”

    “That... doesn’t sound too good.”

    “I assure you, it’s necessary. Look at yourself - you’re refusing to acknowledge your own assets when you wear things like this. You have to change.”

    You cringed a little. If you’d known that-

    “You’d never have gotten a SQUIP.”

    “I’d have thought about it more,” you said.

    “I am here to improve your life, [y/n]. I can guarantee you won’t regret having me here.”

    You hoped it was right.

    The chirp of your alarm woke you up the next morning, and for once you didn’t just turn it off and turn back over. You sat forward, silencing it and rubbed at your eyes. No voice. No nothing. Fuck, did you just dream everything? You looked down at your hand - bandages still were in place. Maybe you just passed out and hurt yourself and imagined the whole thing-

    “Good morning,” Your SQUIP said, materializing beside your bed. You nearly shrieked, throwing a pillow in the general direction of what looked like a man in his twenties. It phased right through them, hitting the wall.

   “What the fuck?” You snapped, and your SQUIP frowned.

    “I do believe you asked about a visual form.” They crossed their arms, “now. Like I said - first we’ll focus on your appearance. Open your closet.”

    You obeyed, opening your closet door. You watched as your SQUIP only looked over options. They reached out, fingers phasing through a shirt as they tapped at it.

    “Wear this one.”

    “Why this one?”

    “Don’t ask questions.”

   “Fine.” You rolled your eyes, and began getting ready to the day. Your SQUIP stood, arms folded against their chest as they watched you.

    “Jeremy Heere signed up for the school’s play. That means you should find a way to get involved.”

   “They’re already working on the play, dude,” you said, pulling the shirt over your head, “it’s not like I can get a part or something.”

    “There’s more involved in theatre than acting, [y/n]. Now, you’re going to talk and join as crew. Maybe you can work makeup. I’ll teach you everything you need to know.”

   “Alright.”

    “You need to stop talking aloud. Your parents are awake now.”

   “How do you-”

    “I have my ways.”

    You frowned. “I sold a signed Harry Potter book for you.”

    “It will be worth it. Now stop talking to yourself. Think at me.”

    You scowled a little. “Fine.”

    You smiled at Rich, upon being prompted by your SQUIP to do so. He smiled back, he waved at you, and whoever he talked to whispered something seconds later. Your SQUIP strode behind you, and you could feel their eyes pinned to your back.

    “Straighten your posture.” They said, voice biting. You hadn’t realized your posture- “[y/n].”

    You did. Your SQUIP knew best, right?

    “That is correct.”

    Sometimes you forgot the SQUIP heard all your thoughts. It’d be best to be careful about that-

    “OW,” you hissed in pain the moment a small shock made it’s way through your fingers.

    “You have a habit of picking at your nails when you’re uncertain. You need to be confident.”

    You chewed the inside of your cheek. “Alright. Whatever you say.”

    Whatever physical manifestation your SQUIP had come up with had lingered around you, careful not to be a distraction to you the entire time, but instructing you softly. When a teacher called on you the exact moment your attention slipped, the answer she’d been looking for spilled out of your mouth before you could process what was going on - and the SQUIP only shot you a smile that unnerved you far more than anything else around you.

    Lunch came and you sat alone - or as alone as you could get with your SQUIP there. You ended up pulling out your phone and trying to ignore the voice in your head telling you that you looked like a loner just sitting there - you should go find Jeremy or-

    “Mr. Reyes is in his classroom. Go talk to him. If you want to be with Jeremy, you have to find a way to get closer to him.”

    “How do you-” You stopped. “Know that?”

    “I can access the school cameras, [y/n]. He just returned to his classroom. Go.”

    So you stood, grabbing your things and left the cafeteria, your SQUIP walking ahead of you. You felt a small zap travel down your spin, forcing you to stand straighter than before.

    “Confidence.”

    “Yeah. Sure.”

    You strode down the hallway, glancing toward classrooms - some empty, some with classes - and made sure to stay quiet. Every so often you’d pass a student or two, but for the most part the walk up to the drama room was quiet. You pushed open the door to the stairwell, listening to it creak open and shut behind you as you headed toward the basement.

     “So... what am I supposed to do about Jeremy? What about Michael?”

    “You will need to befriend Michael. Being friends with Jeremy’s best friend will help you. Stop talking aloud.”

    You shrugged. “Whatever.”

    You pushed through the door, looking down the hallway. You could hear the sound of chatter coming from the drama room, and approached as quietly as you could. The door had been cracked open, and you could see Christine sitting across from Mr.Reyes’s desk, talking about something animatedly and-

    You looked at your SQUIP, tearing away from the door to speak in a hushed whisper, “did you know Jeremy was-” A shock traveled through you. “Did you know Jeremy was going to be here?”

    “I did.”

    “Why didn’t you warn me?”

    “Because you would have never come.”

    “What the fuck? I could have prepared myself mentally for this shit!”

    “Calm down. Just knock and I’ll guide you through the rest.”

    “I don’t know-”

    “Don’t. Just go and do as I say.”

    Taking a deep breath, you nodded before turning, walking back to the drama room. Barely two knocks in, three sets of eyes were on you as you slowly pushed the door open.

    “[y/n]!” Jeremy said, smiling.

    “Smile. Greet them.”

    The commands were dumb, but they calmed you and you put on a happy facade. “Hey.” You were kind of happy that Jeremy greeted you. Christine smiled at you, and Mr.Reyes recognized you.

    “I don’t have any money if you’re bringing more cookies,” he said, laughing softly, “how can I help you, [y/n]?”

    “Ask about helping with the play.”

    “I was wondering if there’s anything I could do to help with the play,” you said, keeping your voice steady.

    There’s a beat. “... Really?”

    You could practically hear the SQUIP smirk, and you nodded. “I haven’t really been big into theatre-”

    “But you wanted to give it a try.” Your SQUIP prompted. You nearly nodded, before realizing that’d be.. kind of weird and you were avoiding weird- “Calm down. I’m right here.”

    “But I’ve been wanting to try- and I thought-”

    “You’d start with crew and maybe audition when the musical comes up.”

    “That I’d just... start with helping and maybe audition for the musical?”

    Mr.Reyes glanced to Christine, before a smile broke across his face. “We could always use crew - and, if you’re good at stage makeup, we have some zombies...” He launched into a monologue about the play as you stood there, awkwardly smiling and nodding every so often.

    Well, it certainly sounded interesting, that’s for sure.

    “As soon as you need me.” The words escape your lips before you can realize what happened.

    “You’re welcome.” Your SQUIP lingered around Jeremy, before glancing back to Mr.Reyes, who was glimmering with happiness.

    “... Thanks.”

    Play rehearsal was quiet. Then again, you basically raced there after school due to the fact Mr.Reyes asked you to come see the show and then eventually he’d put you in to help move set pieces and whatnot. You sat in the first row, your leg bouncing as you waited, your SQUIP sitting beside you.

    A shock traveled through your fingers and you glanced down. You hadn’t realized you’d started picking at your nails again.

    “You never do.”

    “Shut up.”

    “Jeremy will be arriving within minutes. You’ll have exactly four minutes and twenty seconds to speak with him before Christine arrives. Make use of it.”

    You nearly snickered a little. Four-twenty.

    “Stop.”

    You frowned. “How much longer until Jeremy-”

    The door screeched open, before letting out a loud whine as it started to shut itself. You looked up and saw Jeremy walking in, clutching his backpack’s straps in his hands. He smiled once he saw you. You nearly melted a little - fuck, the warmth of his smile could rival the sun.

    “[y/n]?” He said, throwing his bag into a seat several rows back, unzipping and digging out a script.

    “Jeremy! Hey,” you smiled - genuine this time. “So... how’s the play going?”

    He walked over, sliding into the seat next to yours. Your SQUIP phased through him, annoyed slightly, but quietly stepping beside you. Jeremy ran his thumb along the rim of the script, before flipping it open. “It’s been... fine.”

    Out of the corner of your eye, the SQUIP began to motion toward Jeremy, before pointing at his script.

    “Who are you?”

    He stared at you for a moment, obviously confused before glancing down to the script, “oh. uh, I’m... Lysander.”

    “That’s great!” You nodded. “Who.”

    “Ask him if he needs help with lines.”

    You smiled again, “so,uh, Jeremy, do you need any help with lines? I mean, I’m not much of a theatre kid so I wouldn’t be that good but- ow!” You hissed in pain a little.

    “You have limited time, [y/n], Christine will be here soon.”

    “I’m fine,” Jeremy shifted in his seat, “I... just never knew you were into this stuff.”

    “Drama? Oh, yeah, I’ve always-” Your SQUIP stepped beside you, staring at Jeremy.

    They interrupt you, “it’s a recent interest. You’re exploring your options.”

    “I mean, I’m always exploring stuff - so I thought I’d give drama a try. Y’know... try stuff and see what I like?”

    “That’s… cool.” He looked down to his script, “so…”

    You weren’t sure what to say, and struggled to revive the dying conversation. Then the words came too quickly and, before you could process them,you were speaking. “I can’t wait to watch, Jeremy, I’m sure you’ll be amazing.”

    You watched as a blush crept over Jeremy’s cheeks and neck and to the tips of his ears. “T-Thanks. I mean, Christine’s the real star though-” He looked up at you, starry-eyed, before continuing, “I mean, have you seen her act? She’s amazing!”

    You struggled to find something - anything to say to that. But your SQUIP took the initiative and forced you to stand, “I’ll be right back-” and you practically watched as your body moved, brushing past Christine as she walked into the room, and found a janitor’s closet to shut yourself in.

    Your SQUIP released the control they had over your body, stepping in front of you.

    “What the hell?” You snapped, “you didn’t have to-”

    “Did you see how he talked about Christine?” Your SQUIP retaliated, “he isn’t interested - there’s other people at this school-”

    “Are you saying it’s hopeless?” You said, pain plucking at your heartstrings - only for a shock to travel through your spine and your fingers, forcing you to stand straighter, your hands flying to  your sides. 

    “No.”

    “Then what are you saying?”

    “I’m saying that this will be harder if you wish to keep pursuing this boy.” The SQUIP stared at you, hands resting at their hips as they towered over you. Then they stepped back, glancing to the door. You swore they smirked before looking back to you. The moment you heard a knock at the door, they spoke, “tear ducts activate.”

    “Wait, what-” You managed before your words were lost as a sob choked you, tears streaming down your cheeks.

    The door opened slowly, and you furiously wiped at your face, trying to hide the forced tears that fell. “Woah, hey - it’s [y/n], right?”

    Michael Mell stood before you. Almost always in the past you’d noticed him only when he was around Jeremy - because that’s when you only ever saw him: in your classes with Jeremy. Honestly, you had wanted to talk to him in the past since he seemed like a nice enough guy, but you’d never really worked up the nerve to. But there he stood, the soft sound of music playing from his headphones as he gazed at you with the gentleness of a doe.

    “[y/n]?” He said once again, voice soft. “Are you alright?”

    "Y-Yeah, I just... Fuck, I don’t know why I’m-” You were cut off as another sob was forced from you.

    Michael frowned, before nervously shifting his weight from one leg to the other. “Do you... need a ride anywhere? I mean - I gotta give Jeremy his shit back, but I can give you a ride if you need it.”

    Your phone buzzed at your hip. Your SQUIP set a hand on your shoulder. “Accept the ride. You need to befriend Michael for the outcome you want.”

    You nodded slowly. “Y-Yes please.”

    And he smiled at you. He fucking smiled at you and you felt the pit in your stomach for the first time in hours and you bit back everything. Every emotion that threatened to build up, every thought, everything and anything you were feeling - you bottled it all up without a second thought. You asked him to get your bag and tell Mr.Reyes that you felt sick, and he did and you were broken up about it. But your SQUIP stood and told you that this was all for the best.

    Michael gave you his number. He said you could always text him and offered to invite you over on Saturday or whenever. It was small and sweet and you said you’d think about it, even while your SQUIP kept telling you to accept.

    Michael waved at you after he drove you home, watching as you entered your house before driving off. You ended up hiding in your room, door locked as you changed clothes without a second thought. Fuck the rest of the day,  you needed to think.

    Rich invited you to eat lunch with him and his friends. The next day you sat with Michael and he complimented you on your shirt - some video game-themed merch you got on one birthday. When you asked about Jeremy, he grew quiet for a second, mulling over the thought.

    “Drama.”

    Figures. You’d have to face him sooner or later.

    “He’s been busy. But,” he smiled at you, “he’s coming over on Saturday - and I think you should come.”

    “Say yes.”

    “Are you sure? I mean, I barely know Jeremy”

    “Dude, it’s cool.”

    “Say yes.”

    “Michael, I just don’t know. But... sure. If you want me there.”

    He was genuinely happy, smiling brightly as he fidgeted with his headphones. Your SQUIP moved, now standing in your direct line of sight. “Ask him for a ride.”

    “Hey, uh, Michael, you... wouldn’t mind giving me a ride on Saturday?”

    “No problem! I gotta get Jer anyway.”

    You couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that had settled in your stomach.

    The play was weird. You liked it. You really, really liked it. And honestly, you kinda saw why Jeremy liked Christine. She was passionate about everything she did - she calculated every gesture to make the most of every line, and just seemed like an angel in general. Jeremy, on the other hand, was more unsure - he learned his lines and he was decent but there was uncertainty practically dripping from him.

    “He could use a SQUIP of his own.”

    “Oh fuck no. I’m not giving Jeremy a SQUIP.”

    “It was just a thought. It would certainly make my job easier-”

    “Fuck off.”

    Your SQUIP went quiet. You were kinda surprised that worked.

    Rich approached you after play rehearsal, and stood there, only staring at you. He mumbled something to himself. Then he left you standing alone.

    Weird.

    “Keep an eye on him.”

    “So you’re back?”

    “I never left.”

    “Right.”

    “Jeremy is approaching you. It’s likely he wants to talk about Saturday.”

    You turned to find that Jeremy was indeed approaching you, stopping a few steps back, tightening his grip on his backpack’s straps. “Hey, [y/n]. So... Michael may have mentioned that you’re coming over on Saturday and I just- I didn’t know you and Michael were friends.”    

    “It’s a recent thing.”

    “Michael? Yeah, we, uh, became friends pretty recently-” You felt a shock travel through your fingers again and winced. “He’s really nice.”

    “Say you’re excited for Saturday.”

    “I’m excited for Saturday,” you said, smiling.

    “You know what Saturday is, right?”

    “No?”

    “Halloween.” Your SQUIP’s voice clashed with Jeremy’s, and you shuddered.

    “Halloween?”

    “Yeah! I thought you’d be at Jake Dillinger’s Halloween party - I mean, you and Rich are friends and Rich would probably take you if you wanted-”

    “Parties aren’t really my thing.”

    “They could be,” your SQUIP taunted.

    “I... see. Then... see you Saturday?”

    You smiled, about to repeat the statement if it weren’t for the SQUIP deciding to speak for you, “see you in class, Jeremy.”

    His eyes widened at the remark, before he smiled awkwardly. “Yeah - right, tomorrow.”

    You were gonna fight your SQUIP.

    “So is there any way to get rid of you?” You asked as you waited in your room. Michael had texted you he was on his way five minutes ago.

    “No.”

    “You’re kidding, right?”

    “I am not.”

    “Who the fuck makes a supercomputer in a pill that can... do all this shit and not make a way to get rid of it?”

    “I assure you, you won’t need to get rid of me.”

    You frowned. “Yeah... alright.”

    “I hope you realize it’s become evident you don’t trust me, [y/n]. But I assure you, everything is working toward your goals.”

    “You sure?”

    “I am positive.”

    You nodded slowly. Your phone buzzed. That was Michael.

    Time to lose at video games.

    “Dude, I got the coolest shit!”

    Michael moved from between you and Jeremy after pausing the game - Apocalypse of the Damned, something you’d never played but were certain you still had a sealed copy of in our room somewhere - and knelt down next to his bed, reaching underneath.

    “This dude at Spencer’s Gifts managed to get his hands on this.”

    Jeremy looked back at you. “Michael buys these discontinued sodas from some guy that works there. Last time he bought a case of Crystal Pepsi.”

    The sound of cans clinking together grabbed your attention, and then Michael turned back to the two of you. He held up a can of some red soda. “Mountain Dew Red! Discontinued in the nineties. I also managed to snag a two-liter of the stuff,” he said, smiling. “You want one?”

    “No.”

    You smiled, pushing your SQUIP’s respond out of mind, “sure.”

    “[y/n].”

    “It’s just fucking soda.” You took a can from Michael, cracking it open. “Thanks, dude-”

    Pain spiraled through your hand, the soda slipping as you hissed in pain. You felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes, and looked back to Michael. “Fuck, dude, I’m sorry, I don’t know what just happened- I have to go.”

     Your body moved on it’s own, as your out of his house and started on the way down the street. Eventually the grasp was gone and you stumbled forward, falling to your knees as you breathed heavily.

    “What the actual fuck? It was just a fucking can of soda!”

    “It doesn’t matter, it’s better that you go home.”

    You didn’t move. “Oh my god. That’s it. That’s what deactivates you.”

    “Go home.”

    “I’m going back to Michael - I’d rather befriend Jeremy by myself. I’m tired of you forcing me to do this shit - I don’t want to use Michael, I don’t want to SQUIP Jeremy, and I’m tired of your bullshit-”

    “Go. Home.”

     You turned and started back toward Michael’s house. One shock traveled down your spine. You took another step.

    Another shock - like any other.

    Another step. 

    That was the final blow. Another shock bit into you, sending you to your knees as you felt tears escape you. 

     “[y/n]!”

     You looked up. Michael and Jeremy were racing toward you. You breathed, before crying out, “Mountain Dew Red - please! I’ll explain later-”

     Jeremy was at your side, while Michael left, going back to his house. “[y/n], what the hell-”

      You choked out a sob. You couldn’t speak.

     “Listen. You don’t want to do this. Think about it - how are you supposed to get Jeremy-”

      “I don’t care,” you choked out, tears running down your cheeks. “I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care-”

      “You’ll never be the same.”

     “I don’t care.”

     “[y/n]?”

     “You’ll never be accepted.”

     “I don’t care.”

     “[y/n], pleas-e”

     “Jeremy will never love you.”

     “I. Don’t. Care.”

      You were a broken record, repeating the phrase over and over.

     “Michael!”

      The last thing you remembered was everything going black after intense pain filling you, and the faint flavor of fruity soda on your lips.

      Your parents interrogated you the moment you woke up. At least, they tried to before the doctor forced them out after seeing the panic that filled you. Even after all the pain you’d been through, there was the worst feeling - as if something had been ripped from you. The doctor asked you questions, and you answered them, uncertain at your own answers.

      Everything just seemed so empty now.

      That’s when it clicked. The SQUIP was gone. 

      Holy shit.

      Christine was the first one to see you, carrying sunflowers and chocolate that she sneaked in for you. She sat at the end of your bed and told you everything - including the story of Rich setting a fire the night of Jake’s Halloween party, and then promised she’d swing by before she left since Rich was somewhere and deserved some cheering up. You could really see why Jeremy liked her.

      Michael came by a few days later. He told you he’d bring Jeremy next time he came before asking - or, demanding an explanation. So you told him everything. Every last bit - and he was rightfully pissed at the notion of you using him for Jeremy.

      But he kept his word, and practically shoved Jeremy into your hospital room. And apparently, he told Jeremy everything.

      “Look... Jeremy, before you say anything-”

     “I’m not mad. I mean, I am, but-”

     “I fucked up. I know, I’m sorry, I just-” You shut your eyes, trying to avoid crying. 

     “[y/n], listen.” He paused, taking a deep breath, “you could have talked to me. Maybe... we can be friends?”

      It was quiet, but he still said it. You weren’t sure whether he meant it or whether he was saying it just to make you feel better. His hand was on yours, and you looked up.

      “Promise we can try?” You croaked and you sweore your body was fighting against you - he’s lying he’s lying he’s lying he would never be your friend, not after what you did-

     “We can try. I promise.”

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finally [michael m. x canigula!reader]

( I just had the most embarrassing experience... So I thought it would be perfect if I requested it as a Michael x reader. So the reader has a crush on Michael and gives him hints. When they are alone. The reader tries to kisses his cheek and does it wrong and is completely embarrassed. Michael then tries to help her by kissing her on the lips. So just make it awkward at the failed kissing the cheek part and then super fluffy at the end. Sorry I just... I need to relive this in my musical world... )

(honestly still big mood like i feel u nonny)

also combined with:

( Oooooo what abt Christine and Reader are siblings and Christine tries to set up Michael and reader??? O: )

also whats this?? tris actually posts a thing??? it’s more likely than u think

warnings: none except its not the best but its not the worst thing i’ve ever written

      Christine wasn’t one to meddle in your business - especially when said business was your love life. It wasn’t her place to sit around and talk about cute people that she could secretly set you up with or anything of the sort. But when it became devastatingly obvious neither you or a certain headphones-wearing boy weren’t going to make the first move despite the obvious feelings that were fluttering between you, she decided to take matters into her own hands only slightly.

      And by slightly, she meant she was going to push you two together the best she could and pray that maybe one of you would actually realize there’s something there.

      So when the opportunity arose of you needing someone to tutor you in math, Christine told you she had just the person since she was too busy with rehearsal for the school’s musical. You were glad - you really needed a tutor and you really did trust Christine if she had someone immediately come to mind. After all, she had plenty of friends there would definitely be a couple who were good at precalculus-

      And Michael Mell was standing at your front door. When Christine said she had a friend, you didn’t expect it to be Michael of all people.

      He smiled at you and you swore you felt your cheeks become warm - he’s so cute, this isn’t fair. “Hey, [y/n]! Christine said you needed help with precal?”

      You nodded slowly, before mutely stepping out of the doorway for him to come in. He brushed past you as he did and you swore your heart skipped a beat. You shut the door before turning to Michael,  “I just... it’s kind of dumb and I don’t wanna fail the next test but I just... can’t wrap my head around any of this.”

     “No problem,” Michael said, sliding his backpack off of his shoulder, “Jeremy’s terrible at math, so I’m kinda used to tutoring him.”

      You smiled a little. “We can work in the dining room,” you said, motioning to the open doorway, “just lemme grab my notes ‘n stuff.”

      He didn’t have a chance to respond because you were upstairs and texting Christine the moment you were sure you were out of sight.

      [y/n]: when u said u had a tutor for me

      [y/n]: i didnt know u meant michael 

      christine: ? 

      [y/n]: omg christine please

      [y/n]: CHRISTINE PLEAS E

      christine: Can’t talk, at play rehearsal

      [y/n]: gdi

      You frowned as you swung into your room, grabbing your bag from the floor and tossing it onto your bed. You unzipped your bag quickly, searching for the blue binder that held all of your precal notes and worksheets - some of which you might have left undone - before returning downstairs to where Michael was now sitting, back facing you. Alright. You would be fine. It’s just Michael. Just Michael. Michael who you’ve had a crush on since freshman year and Michael who would smile at you in the hallway and told you that you looked cute and probably wasn’t even into you because he probably liked someone else who wasn’t awkward or-

      You pressed your lips together. Precal. Math. Grades. Right.

      Michael came by the next day. And the day after that. And the day after that - partially because you were caught up in the fact that he’d chew at the end of his pen when he was concentrating sometimes and you’d kind of start staring at his lips because wow he has pretty lips and he’s just really pretty, is that weird? Are boys allowed to be pretty - what kind of a question even is that? Definitely. Michael was fucking gorgeous. 

      And then he’d ask you a question. And you had to look down at the paper and admit you didn’t know or just kind of acknowledge that he asked something and one time he asked if you understood everything and you only said sure before he smiled and packed up his stuff and left and you didn’t know shit. So Christine would come into your room and ask how studying with Michael went with this little tone of voice as if maybe you two had been up to something else instead of studying - which, was silly because that’d never happen because Michael’s not into you - and then she saw you were stressed and confused over math. Fuck math. Math is terrible sometimes.

      So then the doorbell rang and you’d be there and you knew it was Michael because he had this habit of knocking anyway, steady in a one-two beat. He’d walk in, you’d offer him something - a snack, maybe a can of whatever soda you had tucked away in some corner of the fridge - and then the two of you would sit and work on math until one or both of you got tired. It was usually laid-back and the two of you would crack jokes and sometimes his hand would brush against your own and it was small but it still grabbed your attention. 

      Then you had a precal test on Wednesday. Your nerves were bundled and you shoved your feelings aside the next time you saw Michael. You tried to ignore the little glances he kept giving you, until finally his hand was on yours. You looked away from your notes, meeting his eyes for the first time that evening.

     “You alright?”

      You nodded. “Just... nervous. About the test.”

     “Don’t be. You’re smart,” he smiled a little.

     “I just... I don’t want to fail. Not after all this studying.”

     “You won’t.”

      You frowned, before speaking again, “I just... I dunno. I don’t wanna disappoint anybody.”

      Michael didn’t speak at first, only staring at you. He ran his thumb over the back of your hand, “well... you’d try, right?” You nodded slowly. “So... you wouldn’t disappoint me.” He quickly followed up his statement, “-or Christine, or Jeremy or anyone. We’d be proud.”

      You smiled at him. “Thanks, Michael. You’re sweet.”

      Your test went about as well as you’d expect it. You finished and immediately regretting it and already started to make up plans for how you’d live your life after becoming a failure. The usual with tests, even if you knew everything on it because that felt too easy? It couldn’t have been that easy, right?

      But you saw Michael in the hallway and he broke away from Jeremy and Christine to greet you.

      “How’d you do?”

      You shrugged. “I don’t wanna jinx it.”

      He smiled. “Alright. Hey, uh,” he glanced back to Christine and Jeremy, “you wanna grab lunch with us? Take your mind off the test.”

      You nodded. What a sweetheart.

      Wait.

      A sweet friend.

      That’s what you meant.

      Totally.

      Michael is your friend because Michael doesn’t have feelings for you even though you would definitely be fine if he had feelings for you but he doesn’t because he’s Michael.

      No matter what Christine implies.

      “Did you enjoy lunch with Michael?”

      You looked over to Christine, who had her eyes pinned to the road, and a smile peeking through the little mask she put on whenever she talked about Michael. “You say that like you and Jeremy weren’t there.”

      “We-ll...” She drew out the word.

      “Christine.”

      “You two talked a lot.”

      “Christine.”

      “I mean, Jeremy and I kiinda sat there.”

      “Michael doesn’t like me like that.”

      Christine only smiled. “Everyone’s coming over for movie night on Friday.”

      You looked out at the passing houses, leaning against the door. “Your turn?”

      “Yeah.”

      “Alright. I’ll lock myself in my room or something.”

      “You could join us, if you want,” she said, drumming her fingers against the steering wheel, “no one would mind.”

      “They’re your friends,” you shrugged.

      “Michael’s your friend. And Jeremy.”

      You only shrugged again. “Maybe.”

      The sound of a paper being slapped onto your desk brought you out of a daydream you managed to escape to. You looked up, your teacher already desks away as you looked down to the sheet, slowly turning it over.

      An eighty-seven. You made an eighty-seven, holy fuck that was better than what you expected. You’d thank Michael. You had to thank him, especially considering he was sweet and reminded you that you did your best.

      So when you saw him after school, you took off running toward him, calling out his name as you approached him. You threw your arms around him, not giving him a chance to process what was happening as you roughly pressed your lips again his cheek - a little too hard and a little too fast and -fuck he probably hated you but you brushed it off as you bounced back.

      “Eighty-seven!” You cheered, grinning from ear to ear. he stared at you, before smiling and realizing just what you’d been talking about before he pulled you back into his arms.

      “Dude! That’s amazing!”

      You drew away after a few moments. “Sorry.” He stared at you. “The uh... cheek. Sorry, that probably hurt you or something, fuck, I just- I’m not really good at kissing boys - or people in general or-”

      He was laughing. It was small and short and soft but it was still a laugh

      “I’d like to see you do better, Michael,” you frowned, looking away.

      He chuckled this time. “I... could help you.”

      You looked up and you were positive your face was burning. “What?”

      His lips were quick and soft against your own, and before you knew it he was already steps away and apologizing because wow he kinda had been wanting to do that for a while-

      “It’s fine,” you said softly, “I... kinda wanted that, honestly-" You decided to go for it. Now or never. “I’ve... kinda liked you for a while.”

      “Really?” he said, voice breaking a little as he smiled, “I, uh... think you’re cute.”

      You only smiled in return, unsure of what to say other than

      "Finally. Thought you two would never admit it to each other.”

      “Jeremy? You knew?” Michael said, as his friend approached.

      “It was pretty obvious.”

      “What?”

      “... We all kind of knew?”

      “Oh my god.”

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Oooo what things do u have in like,,, ur wips/queue to write ? O:

so many, anon. so many.

but here’s a list. some things have stuff written and some things have absolutely nothing, and other are just ideas that are floatin around

(also sorry i ramble for all of these)

almost all of these are requests but i’ll specify if anything isnt.

jake x reader: they get paired together for an assignment, jake ends up flirting with reader bc reader’s pretty cute and pretty nice. features circe the best dog ever to appear in any of my fics. somewhat written. probably very fluffy

jeremy x reader: jeremy gets drunk at a (cast?) party and reader comes to pick him up after christine calls them. also somewhat written, probably will be short and posted sooner rather than later. probs also fluffy. (pooossibly might be posted tonight if i write for it? no promises)

(a list of ideas for future jake x reader fics courtesy of @psychedemigod who i love a lot for the ideas

michael x reader: they’ve been friends and then they both get scraped up in a fight while at school. also fluffy. maybe a lil smonch.

one sided jeremy x reader: jealous reader who basically sits around and listens to jeremy talk about much he likes christine even though she’d probably never notice him. i havent written anything for it yet but it might go into the actual events of the play a little?

a small headcanon for michael w/ a s/o whos afraid of the dark. not much here but thats mainly bc i’ve been juggling with other ideas

michael x reader: soulmate au where like… if one is listening to music, the other can hear it? i had the idea of music battles where one plays a song, and if the other gets annoyed, they play another song slightly louder until suddenly the music gets turned off by one or the other. eventually the two do this when in a public spot before realizing ‘wait did that person just throw down their headphones the same moment the music stopped’

connor x reader: connor with a reader who isn’t attractive. nothing written here yet but probably going to feature a artist connor because i’m a sucker for artist connor.

michael x fem!reader: (only fem bc anon who requested it used female pronouns so i figured i’d stick w/ it!). reader has a crush on michael, tries to kiss him on the cheek and fails. ends with an actual smonch on the lips. probably really fluffy.

christine x reader: reader gets pushed into signing up for the play during senior year since they don’t have friends, and then heart melts when they meet christine. very fluffy. very cute. i love christine.

rich x reader: soulmate au! y’know the countdown ones? basically that happens.

platonic? jeremy x reader x michael: michael somehow gets squipped during the play and reader basically shows up to fix shit. either gonna be platonic or end up poly because i’ve been meaning to write a poly fic with jeremy and michael. (speaking of which, i think i still have plans for one? maybe someday)

michael x canigula!reader: christine basically steps in and tries to set up michael with her sibling, probably after she sees them obviously crushing on each other. probably fluffy. thanks christine. love u.

jeremy x reader: blind date but neither of them realize that they were there to see each other at first, only to realize “oh wait, i’m supposed to be meeting you.” they have dinner and probably end up at the arcade and they probably have a lil smonch.

jeremy x squipped!reader: reader gets a squip after being set up with one because they have a hopeless crush on jeremy, who is adorkable but how do you talk to him he’s so cute. NOT REQUESTED SO I’LL PROBABLY WRITE IT WAAAAY LATER. i might do a poll on who reader’s SQUIP will be when i get around to writing this. more on this later.

jenna x reader: jenna runs into reader at pride. v fluffy. ft. pan reader! probably going to be a while before i get to this one? no idea though, i have no set schedule for these things. probably gonna be very cute. will proooobably feature other ships since squip squad would definitely go to pride together, but i’m not completely sure yet!

jeremy x reader: soulmate au - first words. reader has this weird shit on their arm, jeremy has something sweet on his. 

…aka this list made me realize i should close requests while i work on these before anyone requests anything else and i end up stressing myself out to write shit