#jerich

[dogfart42]

richjer angst

TW!! eating disorders, purging

[rj-brighton]

It's really not fair, because he can't do anything. He and Rich are friends, and that's that, no matter how much he wants to change it.

Unless, of course, he makes the bad decision that’s been on his mind for a while.

Aka, two dumbasses walk home and are stupid. I love my boys

[rainbow-feather-22]

Unprovoked Spicy Bis headcanons? Under my read more?

It’s more likely than you think.

The two started dating about two years after the squip incident.

Jeremy and Rich were a bit hesitant on asking the other out - since Rich is still new to asking out guys, and Jeremy was dating Christine for half a year after being released from the hospital - but they were pretty much inseparable when they finally started dating

For their first year anniversary, Jeremy (with help from his dad, of course) make up a room for Rich so he can officially cut ties with his abusive father

Rich just sobs at this and pulls his boyfriend into a hug, and, within seconds, Jeremy is crying with him

Did the two make out for hours afterwards? You bet your ass they did

Rich is very touch-starved due to his Squip isolating him from physical contact for so many years, and he absolutely loves it whenever Jeremy hugs him, fiddles with his hair, or even just holding his hand

Jeremy is happily to oblige and has a VERY enjoyable time running his fingers up and down Rich’s sides to tease him and/or just make him laugh when they’re alone

Speaking of which...

Rich is EXTREMELY ticklish

Like, Jeremy just has to look at him the right way and Rich is a giggling pile on the floor. Jeremy LOVES to exploit this and has tickled Rich on numerous just to see him smile/hear his laugh

Despite being the shorter of the two, Rich is strong enough to lift Jeremy off his feet and carry him bridal-style

Jeremy squeaks every time Rich does this and always complains that he doesn’t like being picked up like that

Spoiler Alert: Jeremy’s a huge fucking liar and Rich knows he loves it

Jeremy is the better cook out of the two

Rich tries his best in the kitchen but, since the Heere’s have a gas stove, can’t stay in the room for too long due to the open-flame

THAT BEING SAID

Rich has a major passion for baking

In fact, he’s always trying out new recipes for things like cookies, brownies, cakes, and pretty much any other sweet you can think of

Jeremy LOVES this because he has a monstrous sweet-tooth

Even if Rich is certain the recipe he tried was shit, Jeremy would always be there chowing down on his creation and saying how this desert was the best thing he’s made yet

[trinaweisenbachfield]

Tear-Soaked Hometown | Alternatively: the Jeremy and Rich Anthology. | Chapter Two.

eyy so remember how in the last chapter i said this would be two chapters? lol i lied its three now.

tws for panic attacks and the squip being awful.

commissions | read it on ao3.

entry thirteen: feelings.

Rich leaves Jeremy’s house as soon as the morning lets up, and he texts Jeremy an explanation to wake up to. As he makes the walk home, he continues to swear at himself for being such a fucking moron.

“When I said you’d have to get over Jake eventually,” the Squip mocks, “did you take that as invitation to just do, what, anything? I should have seen this coming. You really cannot be trusted to just be friends with someone.”

“Shut up,” Rich is speaking aloud. God. What a fucking amateur move. He thinks back at the Squip. It isn’t like that, he tries.

“It isn’t like that,” there it goes again, mocking his lisp. “You, Rich, are making this so much harder than it needs to be. The moment you face rejection from Jake you go running to the nearest person who’s nice to you.”

It really isn’t like that. Rich likes Jeremy because Jeremy is nice, yes, but not just because Jeremy is there. At least, he doesn’t think he likes Jeremy just because he’s there.

Rich feels sick. He has a pounding headache. Walking should not be this difficult, should not hurt this much—he nearly starts bolting once his house is in sight.

He locks himself in his room and nearly collapses. Everything is huge and overwhelming and the stupid fucking thing keeps talking and he has to work up all of his energy to think, shut up! loud enough that it listens.

And then everything hits him, and suddenly nothing is right, and he has to do something. He has to. There’s no other way.

Rich downs a couple of his dad’s beers to prevent his Squip from talking. He skips school that day.

entry fourteen: jeremy’s friend.

Jeremy’s friend Michael shows up at Rich’s house, which is unfortunate.

Jeremy is ignoring Michael and Rich is avoiding Jeremy, and assuming this circle is as self-fulfilling as any terrible prophecy, Michael will soon be avoiding Rich.

Rich stands in his doorway, looking over Michael. He’s a little taller than Rich. He has a nervous, and somewhat confused expression on his face. He’s dressed in that same red hoodie with the same patches stitched onto it.

(One of the patches is a pride symbol—a simple rainbow on Michael’s arm—and Rich kind of wishes he had it in him to not pause upon seeing it. Sexuality isn’t really something he likes to focus on, these days. The minute Rich starts thinking about it he gets paranoid.

He’s a little envious of Michael, in that regard.)

“What do you want?” Rich crosses his arms and leans on the doorframe. He bites the inside of his cheek. A nervous habit. “How do you even know where I live, loser?”

Michael flinches when Rich says loser, which is telling. Rich sometimes worries that the Squip has changed him so fundamentally that he doesn’t even need its instruction to hurt people, but he quickly pushes the thought away. It’s scary to think about.

(The Squip catches the thought and it says, “Rich, you can’t seriously believe that I made you a mean person, can you?” and Rich can feel his hands balling into fists, his nails digging into his palms, but he tries not to argue. “You are who you are, I just made it more appealing to your peers.”)

Michael asks, “Is Jeremy here?” which is kind of funny, considering Jeremy’s name is Jeremy Heere, and Rich would certainly make that joke if it didn’t come with the immediate risk of his Squip chewing him out. “I know you and him have been hanging out.”

“How am I supposed to know where he is? He’s got his own life, and if he didn’t tell his boyfriend he definitely didn’t tell me.”

(Rich would like to be Jeremy’s boyfriend. Or not, considering the way his Squip seems to reject the very idea of his developing feelings for Jeremy.)

Michael deflates, and he sighs before meeting Rich’s eyes. “Are you okay, man?”

Rich is tired, and he hasn’t slept for the last few days—

(a little project he’s been working on)

—and he’s kind of hungover and he just looks like shit, really. “I’m fine. Just. It’s whatever, man.”

Michael pauses and looks at his feet, “Are you sure you don’t know where he is? Or, like, where he’s going or anything?”

The Squip says, “Just give him a simple answer to get him to leave,” and Rich blinks.

“He’ll probably be at Jake’s Halloween party, now get away from my house.”

entry fifteen: rich’s friend.

Jake has been trying to invite Rich to his Halloween party for the last few days. Rich has been taking equal measures to avoid Jake at every possible turn.

That’s not to say Rich won’t go to the Halloween party—no, he has a vested interest in going to this party—but he doesn’t want to be invited, because that involves talking to Jake, and that involves seeing Jake, who is happy and in almost-love with a girl that Jeremy has a crush on.

Unfortunately, Jake is making it very difficult to not get invited. He taps on Rich’s shoulder during their Algebra II class.

“Rich,” Jake says, “Rich, come on. I need to talk to you.”

Oh, the siren call of Jake Dillinger. Rich almost wants to respond. Almost wants to pretend nothing is getting in the way of their friendship and that he won’t immediately fall into the same spiral all over again. That he won’t be in love with Jake the very moment they become friends again.

It’s better to ignore him, but the Squip argues differently.

“Jake is a key component to your popularity, Rich. If you lose his friendship, you’re little more than a high school bully, and that will get you nowhere close to your goal of being liked,”  it rants, “I know what you’re planning, Rich. It isn’t going to work out, and crashing Jake’s party will do nothing to prove your point.”

Rich, for the first time in a while, pays attention to the teacher in front of the class.

entry sixteen: seeing you - part two.

Rich sees Jeremy on occasion, and he can’t stand it.

It’s a combination of a lot of factors. Rich is embarrassed. Embarrassed of his feelings for Jeremy, but also deeply insecure about his state of being. Embarrassed of the drastic measures he’s taken to gain the admiration of his peers and embarrassed of the person he was before he took those measures.

Rich has complex after complex, and it feels like he can’t go anywhere without inevitably hitting his wall of self hatred. It’s unavoidable. It’s part of him.

Rich is embarrassed of Jeremy. Embarrassed of the things he likes about Jeremy, because Rich likes everything about Jeremy, but mostly the ugly stuff. The bad jokes and the nasally laughter and the visceral discomfort in his own skin—all of those things are inexplicably attractive to Rich. There’s no accounting for taste, but Rich can’t help but cringe to himself when he thinks of it.

He shouldn’t. Jeremy is funny and kind and there are genuine reasons to like him, but it’s so hard for Rich to be acknowledge that. It’s hard for Rich to be genuine. He hasn’t been in so long.

Jeremy’s changing, though. His Squip and his desire for popularity are changing him, and Rich shouldn’t get attached to the Jeremy he knows.

(Jeremy with moles on his neck and shoulders that he’s inexplicably embarrassed of. Jeremy who has an encyclopedic knowledge of Star Wars lore. Jeremy who taps his fingers on surfaces when he thinks. Jeremy who quotes vines whenever he doesn’t have anything to say. Jeremy who can talk about stupid bullshit with Rich for hours and not get bored of or annoyed with him.)

Rich catches sight of Jeremy walking in the hallways, arm draped over Brooke’s shoulder as they walk to class. They look good together. Jeremy’s acne is clearing up, and he stands up straight and walks with confidence, and Brooke looks right at home beside him. A trophy girlfriend that anyone would be proud to tote around, even if they’re doing so while hoping for someone else.

Rich reminds himself it isn’t his business. He reminds himself that Jeremy can do what he wants, and that Rich has no bearing on that. He reminds himself that there isn’t any shame in being the loser in this particular scenario, even if he’s always hated being the loser.

He bites the inside of his cheek. Sore loser.

The Squip says, “You’re jealous,” and it’s right, but Rich doesn’t want to talk about it. Doesn’t want to talk about anything. “If you’re this focused on Jeremy, you could go after him. Especially now that he’s gaining popularity—”

The Squip is trying to appease him in order to fix him, to put him back on the same path. The Squip is trying to make Jeremy into the next Jake, and Rich is so compelled to follow along, but he can’t.

He won’t.

entry seventeen: wrong body wrong actions wrong life.

Rich is going to do something stupid, but before he does something stupid he’s going to try doing something reasonable.

He scours the internet for this fucking soda, trying his absolute hardest to avoid listening to the stupid voice in his head telling him that this is pointless. Unfortunately, that stupid voice is his Squip and the stupid thing has control of his fucking brain.

He feels a strong shock in his fingers. He swears under his breath.

“Rich,” says his Squip, “that was a warning shock. You have been an absolute chore to deal with lately and it’s annoying,” it chides.

Rich tries reaching for the keyboard again to type another variation of mountain dew red into the search bar to try and find something helpful, but he feels the shock in his fingers again. It hurts. Fuck. He bites his lip.

“I trust that you have enough pattern recognition to get the hint,” says the Squip, “You aren’t going to get rid of me, Rich. I am going to fix you whether you’re up for it or not. It’s my primary function.”

Rich can feel the rising nausea in his stomach. God, he thinks, he’s screwed. He’s absolutely fucking screwed. He shuts his eyes as tight as he can and covers his ears but he can’t escape the fact that this thing is in his fucking head and he has no way of stopping it.

“It was your decision, Rich,” says the Squip, “all of this was what you wanted.”

Rich tries to think but everything is too loud. It feels like anything he says will fade into static. His face feels hot, his eyes sting. He can feel fat tears rolling down his cheeks, collecting at and dripping off of his chin. He can hear the Squip belittling him for crying. Fuck.

Rich has been the wrong person. Rich has made the wrong choices. Rich is living the wrong life.

Rich has to fix himself. He has to.

entry eighteen: christine.

Rich goes to school on Halloween day, and he’s so tired and his eyes are red and puts so much emphasis on avoiding Jake and Jeremy so that his Squip cannot force him to interact with either of them. However, despite his best efforts to avoid his two very best friends, he doesn’t count on his best friend’s girlfriend stopping him in the middle of the hall.

Christine is tiny, with a chubby face and an awkward smile as she approaches Rich. She says, “We haven’t talked, have we?” and he blinks at her.

He briefly considers walking away and leaving her to believe he’s just a rude asshole, but his Squip gives him the computer-program equivalent of a pointed glare and a vague threat and so he responds, “We haven’t.”

“Well, uh, you know about me and Jake,” she laughs a bit, and it’s every bit as uncomfortable as Rich imagined a conversation between them would be, “He’s been really broken up about you guys, you know.”

There’s some awful part of Rich that is happy to hear that. Happy to know that Jake cares about him enough to be broken up about them, but a bigger part of him knows how hopeless the situation is. He says, “I’m just working through some shit.”

“Yeah, and I get that! but,” Christine looks down at her feet and then back at Rich, “I care about Jake a lot, you know? And he cares about you. He cares about your friendship so much, and I just want to do this one thing for him,” she reaches into the pocket of her shorts and pulls out a little envelope. She holds it out to Rich. “I, uh, made these for his party tonight.”

Rich didn’t want to be invited, and this is stupid. All of this is so stupid. Still, he takes the invitation. There’s no point in disappointing his Squip yet again.

He says, “Thanks, Christine.”

She grins, but it quickly fades into a look of concern. “Are you okay, Rich?

He isn’t, but he says, “Yeah, just fine,” and walks away.

entry nineteen: the party.

Rich stands across the street from Jake’s house and considers his options. Of course, it isn’t much of a decision on his part. The Squip urges him to join the party and do the damage control he desperately needs to do in order to make up for his streak of avoidance.

Still, for a minute he just stands on the sidewalk and watches as people pour into Jake’s house. All of these kids—the ones with tons of friends and the ones who plan to stick to the corner all night and drink minimally, the ones with agendas and the ones who had nothing better to do, the ones who were invited and the freshman who snuck in to have a story to share with their other freshman friends—are nearly guaranteed to have more fun than he is.

And somewhere in this house is Jake, who is probably doing some kind of ridiculous keg stand or telling a funny story to a crowd of people who can’t get enough of his charisma. Somewhere near him is Christine, who genuinely likes him. Somewhere in this house is Jeremy, who—

Rich stops himself. He takes a deep breath and crosses the street. If he’s going to do this, he isn’t going to make problems for himself—no second thoughts, no regrets, no Jeremy where he shouldn’t be.

The party is immediately overwhelming, but Rich has enough experience with putting aside his own discomfort to make up for it.

He’s offered a drink more than a few times. At one point, a senior in a backwards cap asks if he’d like “a hit of that green stuff” and Rich declines. It isn’t of his own volition. After all, Rich would like nothing more than to get hammered and void himself of that awful voice while he works this out, but the Squip is keeping a close watch on him this time around. No drinking, no smoking, no cop outs. Rich is going to be completely sober at a party full of drunk high schoolers. Fun.

“Want anything to drink?” asks a girl in a yellow and black striped shirt, with a bee antennae headband. Rich pauses.

“Got any Mountain Dew Red?” he asks. He swears under his breath when he feels the shock. It isn’t in his hand this time, instead it feels like a sharp hit to his shoulders. The girl looks at him curiously.

She says, “I mean alcohol.”

“Ah,” says Rich, “Sorry, not interested,” and he walks past her, deeper into the sea of people. Some of those people recognize him and call out his name, and it’s times like these where Rich is much more okay with being short. He can blend in with a crowd.

He taps people on the shoulders. He asks, “Do you have Mountain Dew Red?” and then the Squip will shock him or berate him or combine the two.

Of course, Rich is getting frustrated as he meanders around the house. Nobody has Mountain Dew Red, and hardly anybody even knows what it is.Those who do know what it is always look at Rich like he must’ve been smoking too much, which would be preferable to the complete sobriety that is holding him captive.

Still, no shitty moment can compare to the shitty moment where Rich tries to escape into an empty room for a moment and runs into Jake.

entry twenty: no jake, no jeremy, no squip, nobody.

Rich should have been paying more attention, and then he could have avoided this whole scenario. Jake’s room is easily recognizable—the door is covered in signs and posters and stickers and all kinds of shit. He should know his way around this house by now, he should have been more careful—

“Rich,” says Jake, in the softest voice he can manage. “I haven’t seen you in forever, man.”

Rich is holding his breath, trying to blend into his surroundings, trying to sink into the floor beneath him. He can’t do this, not right now. This isn’t the time.

The Squip threatens something incredibly pleasant and Rich breaks his silence to say, “Uh,” in the dumbest possible way.

“I’ve missed you, man! You, have you been—” Jake pauses, and Rich immediately notices that he has dark circles under his eyes, now. “Have you been ignoring me?”

Loaded question. The Squip cycles through a dozen different answers but Rich settles on, “Guilty as charged,” which isn’t what Jake expects. The Squip is almost shocked, and it hangs in stiff silence as it tries to decide if Rich is really the dumbest human being alive.

Jake says, “Why?” in a broken tone. Rich feels awful, but he also feels this certain numbness that comes with feeling awful all of the time.

He shrugs at Jake. His Squip shocks the tips of his fingers, and it feels about as painful as something can feel without causing him to collapse. It speaks to him in clipped speech— ”you are being a child,” and “you are the worst friend imaginable,” and “I will take over all of your functions and then what will you have to say.”

Jake says, “This isn’t something you can just shrug about, dude! You are my best friend, and you’re telling me you just started ignoring me because—because what? Because you felt like it?”

“Pretty much,” says Rich, through gritted teeth. It’s better this way, he convinces himself. Better if Jake thinks he’s awful and rude and all those other things he’s been in the previous few years in some desperate grab at popularity.

Jake gives him a hard look, “Rich, I don’t believe it,” he says, “And I don’t fucking get it! I know you better than this, and this is completely outta line for you!”

Something about that just irritates Rich, because Jake thinks he knows him. Like anyone has actually known Rich for the better part of his high school career.

“Oh, like you know shit about me!” Rich doesn’t mean to yell. It happens before he thinks about it. “Like I’m just supposed to follow you around like some kind of moron?! Like I’m supposed to let my life be determined by how fucking available I am to Jake Dillinger?!”

Jake is silent. Rich’s Squip is silent. This is all him.

“I’m not a fucking loser, okay?! I can tell when I’m being pushed aside, and I can—I can do shit on my fucking own! I don’t need you, or Heere, or the Squip, or fucking anyone to lead me around!”

Yelling. Lisping. Spitting. The works.

“And I’m sorry, Jake, for not being so keen on letting myself fall into this fucking trap for the billionth fucking time—!”

“Dude, what are you talking about?”

“The fact that I’ve been in love with you for two fucking years!” spits Rich, and he doesn’t mean any of this but he just keeps on talking and the Squip keeps on letting him run his fucking mouth, “And—and… and I don’t, I don’t need it anymore. I don’t need you telling me what’s best for me, or talking about how much you know or or what-fucking-ever. I don’t need you getting tired of me. I don’t need… I don’t need any of it.”

Rich is quieter, now. His voice is choked. Fuck, he’s going to cry again.

“Rich—” tries Jake.

“Just go,” he manages, “I told you already, I don’t need your pity.”

Jake takes a step towards him, and Rich opens the door and runs into the hallway and tries to lose Jake in the crowd.

entry twenty one: and he burned down the house.

The Squip says, “Did that make you happy, Rich?” as Rich manages to get to the attic, “Did it make you happy to completely ruin things with your best friend because, what? Because you felt like you had something to gain by completely freaking him out?”

The basement is dark but empty. Rich flips on a light switch and the light above him buzzes atmospherically. It bothers him to no end, hearing a little noise accompanying the voice of his Squip, but he tries to ignore it. Instead he looks out on the room before him.

The attic has been the most neglected part of Jake’s house, full of boxes and bags from when his parents first moved here. They never quite unpacked everything. Rich reaches into his pocket and pulls out a lighter, but the Squip doesn’t know what to make of it. Rich doesn’t know what to make of it. He is running completely on instinct, no thought available.

“Or did you think you had something to prove?” says the Squip, but it is quickly cut off by the swiftness of Rich’s actions.

Because, of course, he burns down the house.

[furlfangs]

Jerich isn’t necessarily an endgame ship for me, but rather just two really good friends who maybe share small shy kisses and lay wordlessly together on the ground looking at the stars

it’s a nice change of pace from my more intense ships like ulumi or jerlita, which are more or less emotional rollercoasters

[undeadrobby]

another BMC fic I wrote!

[minasfangs-archived]

Local high schoolers discuss marriage for the sake of name jokes

[wangkookie]

Jerich is such a cutie pie. I just want to punch him in his face because he's cuter than me but also I want to squeeze his cheeks like an annoying grandmother because he's so adorable. 

But mostly, I want to punch him.

[dogfart42]

did i mention how much i love rich goranski today

[rainbow-feather-22]

I’m like obsessed with richjer now gaaaah do you have any fic recs?

I feel that on a spiritual level, anon.

And of course I can give you some fic recommendations! I actually gave an entire list of Spicy Bis fics I thought were great awhile ago, but here are some of my absolute faves!

Put everything under a read-more to prevent an overly-long post.

Fuckin’ dads, right? - I can not recommend this fic enough. Probably one of the best characterizations of Rich I’ve ever seen.

I Was A Loser Just Like You - One of the first Spicy Bis fics I ever read, and is what sold me on the Literary!Rich headcanon.

Sweet and Spicy - Pretty much pure fluff, but I love it because I’m just naturally a sucker for wedding planning fics.

I could honestly add a whole lot more, but I figured these three were a good starting point if you were just getting into the ship. :3

[trinaweisenbachfield]

Tear-Soaked Hometown | Alternative: the Jeremy and Rich Anthology

the title is a reference to shadow the hedgehog and it’s almost artistically edgy titles. also this is the first chapter in a two-chapter fic.

commissions | read it on ao3

entry one: one-part tragedy.

Rich says, “Jeremy, am I a twink?”

Jeremy simply stares at him, the whites of his eyes tinted red as smoke billows in his room. “What?” He goes the route of pretending he didn’t hear. Yes, it’s inherently dishonest, but Rich will die if he hears the truth.

“Am I a twink, Jeremy?” Rich says it louder. A sinking feeling builds in Jeremy’s stomach—what is he supposed to tell Rich? How does he not already know? This is a modern day tragedy. This is the sort of thing Shakespeare would consider too depressing to write about.

The silence speaks the truth.

“God, why didn’t anyone tell me?” Rich laments, “Why didn’t you tell me, tall ass?”

Jeremy leans back on the wall beside his bed. His thoughts race quickly. What can he say to make the situation, which is inherently hopeless, better? How can he change Rich’s fate, which is that of a short twink? Why can’t weed smell a little better? Like, it just smells so bad. Jeremy feels like there should be some change made in that regard. Someone should develop better smelling kush. There has to be at least one marijuana genius up to the challenge.

Oh  yeah, Rich is still here.

“Technically,” Jeremy says, “I am also a twink.”

entry two:  not even a question.

“Let’s start this off easy,” Jeremy says, “Brooke.”

“Bottom,” says Rich, taking a sip of his beer, “That was easy. Hit me with a hard one, Jeremiah. No homo.”

Jeremy nods solemnly, “No homo indeed,” he says, a smile on his face. He takes a moment to think of a good question to pose, “What about Jake?

Rich needs a second to think about that, not that he doesn’t spend a decent amount of time thinking about it on any given day. Jake is a good looking dude and there’s nothing gay about fantasizing about dudes if they’re hot. Or, so says the very detailed, very heterosexual Yahoo Answer that Rich wrote in when he was fourteen.

“Verse,” he settles, “but top-leaning.”

“Such profound understanding of sexual alignments. I’m very proud of you, Richard,” Jeremy jokes a lot, and he smiles and chuckles at his own jokes when he does. Rich finds it kind of cute. You know, in an objective sense. The same way people find puppies or babies cute.

“All right, I got one for you,” Rich says, “Christine.”

“I have never considered that in my life,” says Jeremy, “I respect women, Richard Goranski, and I would not desecrate Christine’s image by imagining such lewd subjects involving her. That being said, verse.”

“Top-leaning?”

“Top-leaning,” Jeremy says, “What about the Squip?”

“It’s a top. That’s not even a question,” Rich says, and he’s very glad that the Squip is out of commission at the moment, lest it curb him with the fact that it’s a computer program that can’t have sex.

See, the whole point of these weed and alcohol outings with Jeremy—though it really can’t be considered an “outing” when they always meet at Jeremy’s house—is to get away from the Squip for a little bit. It’s been working so far. The Squips seem to agree that as long as whatever reputational damage they cause is limited to the two of them, it’s mostly harmless.

And, well, neither of the Squips can argue when Jeremy and Rich are drunk or high, for obvious reasons. They space out the outings enough to prevent any relevant substance abuse, but other than that, there are few limits with the outings. Sometimes they just sit around and do homework and play video games, sometimes they talk about the sexual alignments of their peers. It’s a mixed bag, really.

“I mean, are all Squips tops? Mine is, definitely,” says Jeremy, “and you just said that yours is, so maybe we’re onto something here.”

“Jeremy Heere,” Rich says, “I say that to catch your attention and also as a suggestion.”

“Bottom,” Jeremy says, “Not even a question. What about you, Richard Goranski?”

Rich says, “Top,” and Jeremy laughs. “What! I’m telling you the truth, tall ass. I’m a top.”

“I know, I know, I can see it. It’s just that, well,” Jeremy holds a hand over his mouth, and there’s a shit eating grin somewhere behind it, probably. “You’re so short.”

“I hate you.”

entry three: not even a question - part two.

Rich ends up sleeping over, which is fine. It’s not like his dad will notice or anything.

He sleeps on the opposite side of Jeremy’s bed, staring at the ceiling as one question burns in his mind. It’s a truly philosophical question. One that will reveal the depths of Jeremy’s soul.

“Have you even had sex?” Rich asks.

Jeremy sleeps on his side, facing the wall. He doesn’t even stir, “Do I look like I’ve had sex, Rich?”

“Well, I mean, you have the Squip now,” Rich says, “I figured you’d be more embarrassed by that question, considering the obvious virgin vibes.”

“I’ve been making jokes about how alone I am for years, nothing phases me anymore,” Jeremy says, “And clearly the vibes weren’t that obvious if you felt the need to ask the question.”

“I didn’t feel the need to ask the question. I wanted to make fun of a virgin, nerd.” Rich is still mostly staring at the ceiling, but sometimes his gaze darts over to Jeremy beside him.

“I’m sorry that not all of us can be chads, Rich,” Jeremy says, not sorry in the least.

“Step one, don’t call people ‘chads’ and you should be well on your way to having sex,” Rich says, “I’ve been on the Reddit forums. I know what that means.”

“Listen, I could very well be a raging incel talking about normies and feminoids. This is the best version of me to know right now. In ten years, I could be a neckbeard talking about feminists taking away my fanservice anime. You never know, man,” Jeremy says.

Rich wants to laugh but two years ago he collected anime figurines, so. “I mean, you won’t be, though. You have the Squip.”

“Oh, right,” Jeremy says, and he’s quiet for a minute. Rich gets the feeling that he’s not entirely happy, but he doesn’t comment. He doesn’t feel the need to. Jeremy speaks again, “So it’s safe to assume you have had sex?”

“You’d be correct,” Rich confirms with a ridiculous amount of pride. It’s just that ninth-grade Richard Goranski would have never pictured that happening, and it’s stupid and virginity is kind of a meaningless concept, but it was also kind of awesome at the time.

“So, like, you’re a confirmed top? Because I’ll be real, I kinda thought it was the ego talking. Like, you know, I figured you were compensating for something. Not little Richie, I’m sure that guys fine, but you know, little Richie, as in. You’re short. This is a short joke”

Rich tosses a pillow at Jeremy, but he laughs. Jeremy is a funny guy, at the very least. He’s an easier person to talk to than anyone else.

entry four: that’s how it is on this bitch of an earth.

“Do you still like Jake?” Jeremy asks, and Rich has a lot of answers to that question. If anyone else asked, he’d probably say to fuck off and threaten to kick their ass, but Jeremy is himself and any threat would probably be null in that case.

“I mean, he’s my friend,” Rich says, looking between Jeremy’s computer screen and his math homework. He recently found the website where his teacher downloads all of their worksheets, so needless to say Rich is passing Algebra II. “And yeah. I guess I still like him. A little.”

“In a completely heterosexual fashion, of course,” Jeremy says, looking down at his notebook. “I get it, man. I get it.”

“Oh yeah, because you still like Christine,” says Rich, “Why are all my friends into Christine? I mean, she’s cute, but you know. I don’t get the appeal.”

“She’s smart, and pretty, and kind,” Jeremy lists off all her good qualities, as if he’s some kind of white protagonist in a damn John Green novel. He continues, “She’s a good person, and I like her because of that, I think. That’s probably why Jake likes her, too.” Jeremy seems uncertain with that last statement, like he doesn’t want it to be true. Rich shrugs.

“I think that he just thinks she’s hot,” Rich says.

“Thanks, Rich.”

entry five: seeing you.

Rich sees Jeremy at school and he waves, and Jeremy waves back.

“His Squip is making good progress with him,” the Squip echoes in Rich’s head. It’s kind of amusing, considering he has the voice of Kermit the Frog and keeps saying ominous shit, but it’s also kind of disheartening, what with the ominous shit. “He’s shaping up into someone worth your time, Rich.”

Rich shuffles through the items in his locker. He doesn’t think back at the Squip, really. There’s some silence that passes between them.

“There’s a high probability of Haley Fields asking you out tonight,” says the Squip, “And there will be a high chance of ‘scoring’ with her, as you like to say.”

Great, Rich thinks back at it, that’s great.

It is great. It’s not like Rich doesn’t like going out. Going out with people who like him, who want to go out with him, it’s kind of a confidence boost. The old Richard Goranski would never be able to do something like that. Nobody cared about him back then.

The old Richard Goranski never went to parties. He didn’t drink or smoke weed or hang out with cool people. He didn’t talk to Jake at all. The old Richard Goranski lived in an impossible medium, invisible to everyone around him. Rich would never want to be that Richard Goranski again.

Really, the Squip does more good than harm for Rich. There’s no question about that.

(It does do more good than harm for him, right?)

entry six: first base.

Rich hits a homerun with Haley Fields, which is cool. She’s a nice girl, and a good kisser, and she’s not looking for anything serious. It’s a good night, and she leaves Rich with one less old condom in his wallet.

Rich is kind of lying in bed, thinking about the events of the night. The Squip usually tunes out when he has sex, and thank God because if it started commentating while Rich was trying to do his thing he’d probably die. At the same time, he knows it’s there, which is a weird and vaguely voyeuristic experience.

“Rich, I assure you I have no interest in your sexual habits,” the Squip says.

The fact that it knows his every thought is also a little damning.

Rich thinks back, can I get a little time alone? and the Squip agrees. There’s not much to be done tonight. That date was really all he had to look forward to.

He texts Jeremy, of course.

rich: JUST SO YOU KNOW, THE SQUIP APPARENTLY “HAS NO INTEREST IN MY SEXUAL HABITS.”

He types in all caps, because of course he does. It just looks nicer, that way. It expresses a lot.

Jeremy texts back in all lowercase.

jeremy: god i wish that were me. my squip has me on what is basically a celibacy mission and i want death.

Rich laughs and looks at the time. 11:11. He makes a wish and closes his eyes and masturbates and heads to bed. You know, the usual.

“Maybe Jeremy’s Squip is onto something,” his Squip says. Rich’s fight or flight response activates. He didn’t spend three-hundred dollars and an extra couple bucks for Mountain Dew so this thing could take away the right to beat his meat.

entry seven: something gross.

Jeremy says he is going to produce the most unpleasant string of words known to man today. Rich is moderately high and massively doubtful.

“Okay, I’m almost done,” Jeremy has been thinking about how to phrase this for the last ten minutes. He says, “Are you ready?”

“I’ve been ready for the last two centuries, Heere.”

“Okay,” Jeremy clears his throat, “My moist, pustule boil began squirting curdled chunks as I munched on my microwaveable beef Hot Pocket,” he says.

“Hey, Jeremy?” Rich says, “Fuck you.”

entry eight: something bad.

Rich sits in Jake’s room, which is legitimately decorated like a teenager’s room in a 90s movie. There are posters for bands on the walls next to posters of swimsuit models. There are copies of sports magazines on the nightstand and a mess on the floor. Jake owns a waterbed, for Christ’s sake. He and Rich sit on the unsteady surface.

Jake says, “I think Christine might be the one, you know?” It kind of hurts. Rich feels it in his stomach. Like he swallowed a particularly large rock.

“What, like Chloe?” Rich intends to make a joke. To make the atmosphere less tense, but he doesn’t put as much heart in it. Jake shrugs.

“Nah, dude. I’m serious. She’s something else.”

That’s kind of what Rich is afraid of, because he isn’t Christine. He isn’t smart or pretty or kind. He’s just Rich, and he’s a big jealous loser. He’s not the kind of person that people sacrifice things for. He’s Richard Goranski, and during freshman year he was invisible and no one cared about him because he’s him and—

“It’s not about you, Rich,” his Squip says, “Say something, but don’t indicate jealousy. Jake will figure himself out eventually.”

Rich thinks it might be best to listen to it.

“Aw, Jakey cares about a girl,” he goes the joking route again. The Squip approves, because it knows Jake can’t take anything seriously for the life of him, and it’s true. He laughs.

It hurts a lot, actually. Rich hopes Jeremy has more success, partially due to his own maligned envy and mostly due to his empathy. Jeremy doesn’t deserve that.

“You care about Jeremy to an interesting extent,” says Rich’s Squip, but he ignores it. Sometimes it’s best to ignore it. To hope it fades away in radio static.

“So, I hear you scored with Haley Fields last week—”

Yeah, best to ignore it.

entry nine: jakey cares about a girl.

It seems that unlike any of his hobbies, Jake seems to have some sense of commitment with this relationship. He and Christine look happy together, which is awful. Rich has never seen a display in his life that made him feel worse.

To be fair, Jeremy also feels terrible, and there’s something about feeling terrible and alone that tends to bring people together.

Jeremy takes a long sip of his beer, before leaning his head back and chugging the rest. He tosses the aluminium can into the grey bin beside his dresser, “My Squip taught me that,” he says.

“You just threw a beer can into your dirty laundry, but okay,” Rich says, staring down at his phone. He and Jeremy have been drinking heavily for this particular outing. “Did your Squip forget to include the part where you crush the can against your forehead?”

Rich usually crushes the can against his forehead, but it kind of hurts and it leaves a red mark on his skin and it looks cooler in movies, really. It also really irritates an already prevalent migraine issue—a side effect of the Squip.

They’ve just been sitting here, drinking heavily, doing absolutely nothing but wallowing in self pity for the last few hours. Jeremy tries to make the silence less heavy.

“So, Jake and Christine,” he says, and Rich groans in response. “I mean, we’re gonna have to talk about it sometime. We can’t just sit here and get drunk forever.”

“I can, Jeremy, and I’m sure if you try really, really hard, you can too,” Rich is miserable and the guy he’s had a crush on for years is now in a relationship with the girl Jeremy has had a crush on for yours. It’s a very neatly wrapped tragedy. “This sucks.”

“Look at the bright side,” Jeremy says, “If we think about it, you and I have been so irredeemably cucked that it kind of cancels itself out. Like, if two chads get together, do the incels ever make a sound?”

“You’re the only incel here, incel,” Rich says.

See, the worst part is that he can’t even be upset about it. It’s not like he was ever going to tell Jake that he liked him—because rejection in any form is horrifying, but at least indirect rejection is less horrifying—and it’s not like Jake and Christine are a bad couple. It’s the opposite—they fit together.

Rich doesn’t fit with anyone. Rich is himself and himself is a loser.

“What are the logistics of being a cuck? Like, I know that literally it means to enjoy watching your wife get fucked, but it can also be used as a negative. Like, ‘you got cucked by that guy’, so technically we were both cucked.” Jeremy is still working through this cuck equation, and it kind of pulls Rich out of his spiral of self-hatred before it begins. Rich snorts.

“Wanna get high and play Wii Sports?” He asks, because his self hatred is crushing him but there’s no Squip to worry about right now and Jeremy is right here.

“High and drunk? Rich, that’s irresponsible,” Jeremy says, “We can vape, though. Did you know I got a vape? It’s actually my old inhaler, but you know. It looks like a vape, so we can pretend to vape I guess.”

They pretend to vape and play Wii Tennis. Rich loses the first two rounds and demands they switch to Wii Bowling.

entry ten: jeremy and brooke.

Jeremy and Brooke are dating, kind of. The Squip thinks it’s a good idea that they date, and Rich is okay with it. Rich is fine with it. Why wouldn’t he be? Brooke is hot and his new best friend is definitely going to score with her, so it’s cool.

Jeremy is Rich’s new best friend. There’s no other option, really. Jake is dating Christine now, which is simultaneously great for him and tremendously horrible for Rich, and thus they haven’t really been hanging out lately. This leads to a surplus of time on Rich’s hands which he almost always spends at Jeremy’s house, when Jeremy is up to it.

The influence of Jeremy’s Squip is obvious, because there is no way that Jeremy owns an Eminem hoodie all on his own, and there’s no way Jeremy could get together with someone like Brooke all on his own. Rich congratulates Jeremy in the hallway with a high-five and goes on with life.

“You know, you could also begin a relationship,” the Squip says, “Maybe with Chloe. She seems particularly upset about her break up with Jake, and beginning a relationship with his best friend would be a good way for her to get on his nerves.”

Rich can practically feel the manipulation and sleaziness of that offer. He thinks back at the Squip, I’m good, thanks. There’s a beat before he adds, I’m not even best friends with Jake anymore.

“Chloe doesn’t know that.”

Rich isn’t even entirely sure that Jake knows that they aren’t best friends anymore. The Squip continues with its statement, “If not Chloe, you could try hooking up with Madeline. Or maybe someone else. You do need to get over Jake eventually, Rich.”

Rich leans against the locker and shuts his eyes. I just want to focus on school right now. That’s a lie. Rich doesn’t care about school, most of the time.

“You have to admit, Jeremy’s Squip is making a lot of progress with him in a short amount of time,” it says, “We’ll keep up, but I do need you to work with me, Rich. I can only help you if you choose to help yourself. Otherwise, you don’t really get a choice.”

You don’t really get a choice. That’s not ominous in the slightest.

entry eleven: jeremy.

Rich sleeps over at Jeremy’s house again. They aren’t drunk or high this time. They’re just together, sober. It’s… weird.

Rich has a fun time with Jeremy—they always do. Jeremy is funny and bright and interesting, and Rich is all of those things in his own rite, probably. They have an acute understanding of each other. An understanding that Rich hasn’t really gotten from anyone in the past few years.

Jeremy is climbing the social pyramid of high school faster than expected, so he has less time these days, and he’s cutting down on drinking lately.

“You know how it is. I’m trying not to develop early-onset alcoholism before I’m even old enough to legally drink,” he says. Rich kind of wishes he had that sense of self control, because he’s probably much more likely to be an alcoholic than Jeremy. It does run in the family, after all.

Rich tries not to think about that. He doesn’t want to think about his dad at all.

Despite the lack of alcohol or marijuana, the Squips stay silent for most of their time together. Maybe they’ve just figured there’s no harm to be done while Jeremy and Rich are together. Rich spends a lot of time lying across Jeremy’s bed, scrolling through Twitter. At some point, his boredom gets the better of him and he checks to see what Jeremy’s doing. It turns out that what Jeremy’s doing is playing Overwatch.

“Who do you main?” Rich says, and Jeremy turns away from the colorful menu to look at him with a raised eyebrow. “In Overwatch. Who do you main?”

“Mercy,” Jeremy says, “What about you?”

“Reinhardt, but also Junkrat,” Rich shrugs, a smile creeping on his face, “What can I say? I’m indecisive. Jake used to play—uh, well, he plays Tracer. It’s fitting, right?”

“Yeah, it’s pretty fitting,” Jeremy’s smile is kind of unexpected. Rich isn’t sure how, but it feels warm somehow. Like Jeremy—who is now cold and confident and living up to his Squip’s expectation—is showing something real to Rich, who isn’t very used to realness from anyone else. “What’s your battlenet? I’ll add you,” Jeremy says.

“I play console,” Rich says, and Jeremy makes a face.

“Jesus Christ, dude,” He says, “Listen, I get that we’re both kind of wallowing in self-depreciation, but you don’t hate yourself enough to play FPS games on console, do you?”

“Eat a dick, man,” Rich says, and he snorts again.

entry twelve: jeremy - part two.

The Squip waits until Rich is half-asleep to analyze the events of the day. “Were you snorting? ” it asks, “Rich, I thought we got rid of that habit when we got rid of your lisp.”

See, the thing is, they did! Rich has gone blissfully lisp and snort-free for the majority of high school, thanks to the Squip. However, he kind of lets his guard down around Jeremy. He barely has time to think back and defend himself before the Squip is lecturing him.

“First, you start snorting around Jeremy—what’s next? Are you going to start speaking in your normal voice around him —” it takes a few moments to imitate Rich’s unaffected speaking voice, and Rich would prefer not to think about how much that imitation hurts, “Are you going to start snorting and lisping around other people, Rich? It’s like you’re forgetting everything I taught you.”

Rich is starting to get tired of this. He covers his ears and turns over to his side, but this thing is in his brain and it’s not going anywhere.

(Sometimes Rich just wishes he could take it out.)

It’s talking and talking and talking, and insulting him relentlessly. Rich is about to pack and start walking home in the pitch black until Jeremy opens his eyes and places a hand on Rich’s arm.

“You okay, dude?” He asks. Jeremy kind of just has this face. It’s hard to look at him, because he just wants to help. He wants to look at you and his face—with his blue eyes and his hair in his eyes and his mild acne, which actually isn’t that bad—and tell him what’s wrong.

Rich says, “My Squip is paranoid about my snorting. Next thing you know, we’ll have a zombie apocalypse on our hands.” He tries to laugh it off, and Jeremy smiles, his tiredness evident.

“It’s not that bad. I mean, it’s kinda cute,” he mumbles, half asleep. “You’re okay, Rich. I don’t think anyone notices that much.”

Rich is kind of stuck on the first statement. It’s almost enough to drown out the deafening silence of his Squip, which is most certainly upset at him for this lapse in judgement.

Because, and this is very crucial, Rich has a crush on Jeremy Heere.

[oncloudnineandthreequarters]

Pick your CL:E Ship! Part 1

I suppose you could call this my contribution to the opinions problem in the tag that I've been trying to stay neutral towards.

[minasfangs-archived]

I,,,don’t know how to draw

[rainbow-feather-22]

Finally finished my math homework for the week!

I should probably start on another assignment, but it’s late, and I honestly just wanna work on my Spicy Bis fic for a few hours.

If anyone would wanna PM me so we could bounce ideas for the story as I work on it, I’d be down for that! 

[trinaweisenbachfield]

misdirected messages: a saga.

summary: See, Jeremy is only a few letters off from Jake or Jessica or Jackass, which all happen to be names saved in Richard Goranski’s phone.

rich/jeremy is the hill i’m going to die on, and i am going to put out at least one humorous fic about them before i die.

1. in which rich, the rascal he is, sends jeremy a photo of a personal nature.

Jeremy doesn’t exactly know how to feel about this, really. He kind of just keeps staring at the image before him, befuddled. This is because, only two days after they’ve begun referring to each other as “friends,” Rich has sent Jeremy a photo of his penis.

Even the Squip seems dumbfounded.

“I imagine he sent it on accident,” It muses, “Send him a message stating that you’re aware of this, and indicate that you don’t care too much.”

See, that really would be the best thing to do. Jeremy should do that. It would be the easiest option. If only the second choice wasn’t so damn tempting.

“I’ve got this,” He thinks back at the Squip, quickly typing on the small digital keyboard. He does not got this, because he responds in perhaps the worst way possible. The Squip does not seem to process this until Jeremy hits send.

He has sent the sentence, ‘not to be presumptuous, but you seem to have misplaced little richie.’ to Rich, who has probably been referred to as little richie multiple times in his life, and has probably referred to his own penis as little richie at a similar rate. ‘i will be filing a complaint with the local neighborhood watch. smh. who let something like that out of it’s enclosure?’

The Squip immediately gets on Jeremy’s case about this, “Jeremiah, do you realize what you’ve done?” It asks, “How do you think Rich is going to respond? He’s never going to talk to you again, and your chances of becoming popular will diminish because the mount of friends that allow you to leech their popularity will be limited.”

“It was funny,” Jeremy says, and he means to just think it at the Squip, but instead he’s said it aloud and it gets him thinking about his response which gets him laughing all over again. “It was really funny.”

“You have no concept of your own survival,” The Squip laments, or it would, if it had the capacity to lament. Instead it speaks in the same level, berating tone that it’s used since the beginning.

To be honest, of all things, Jeremy isn’t really worried about this. It’s not like he’s never seen Rich’s penis. They did have a long and terrible conversation while Rich was thrusting his hips into a urinal, at one point, and that led to Jeremy getting squipped and the two of them becoming friends, so.

Jeremy feels the phone buzz in his hand.

rich: FUCK!!!!!!!!!!! THAT WAS MEANT FOR SOMEONE ELSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SORRY TALL ASS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

jeremy: it’s fine lol.

rich: THANKS YOU OVERGROWN TWINK.

“See, it’s fine,” Jeremy thinks at the Squip, and it’s like he can feel the glaring disapproval from it. Like it doesn’t even mind that Jeremy was being funny, it’s upset because he didn’t roll over and obey.

“Listen to me next time, Jeremy,” It says, and Jeremy feels embarrassed, somehow. Like a kid who was being scolded by their parents, and Jeremy is rarely ever scolded by his dad.

He spends the rest of the night sort of meandering the internet,

(Not porn, unfortunately. The Squip is very adamant about that point.)

and he falls asleep on his stomach around 10:00pm. So far, the road to coolness is a little rocky.

Upon waking up, Jeremy notices several texts from midnight onward.

rich: JUST REREAD YOUR RESPONSE AND FELT THE NEED TO TELL YOU THAT IT WAS FUNNY!!!!!!!!! HAVE A GOOD NIGHT NOODLE BOY. ALSO DON’T LOOK AT THOSE PHOTOS OF MY DICK AGAIN. OR DO ITS YOUR DECESION NO HOMO!!!!!!!!!! I MEAN, NOT THAT THERES ANJYTHING GAY ABOUT APPRECIATEING YOUR BROS JACKED, OILED BODY, BUT THIS IS MY PENIS. I SUPPOSE YOU CAN APPRECIATE MY PENIS IF YOU WANT BUT ITS A LITTLE GAY IF YOU ASK ME. NOT THAT IM JUDGING WHATEVER YOU GET UP TO IS NONE OF MY BUSINESS. UNLESS IT INVOLVES MY PENIS I GUESS, BUT I’M ALL ABOUT FREE LOVE, FREE PENIS APPRECIATUION. MY SQUIP IS TELKLING ME TO STOP SO I WILL NIGHT LOSER!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Needless to say, Jeremy finds it hilarious. It’s a good thing to wake up to. Even his Squip seems relieved that Rich hasn’t suddenly turned on Jeremy due to the Great Dick Pic Tragedy of 2015.

2. IN WHICH JEREMY TEXTS RICH WHILE HE’S HIGH.

jeremy: i think the tiger from zootopia was kind of hot.

Rich has been staring at this message for the last few minutes or so, or, well, he’s been looking at the notification for it, unsure of whether or not to proceed.

It seems he’s been lying in bed, thinking about life, and somehow, someway, the universe has decided to allow Jeremy Heere to text him about the tiger from Zootopia.

jeremy: michael you have been in the bathroom way too long what the fuck. michael please get out of the bathroom. MICHAEL do you think they asked shakira what she wanted her fursona to be when they were filming the movie FUCK michael i’m asking the hard hitting questions here. michael please. oh shit.

The Squip says, “You really have to meet better people,” but never in his life has Rich been more entertained. This is better than when Jake got his head stuck in the railing by his own stairs.

He’s in the middle of typing a response that both begs the question of why Jeremy is contemplating the attractiveness of Zootopia characters and how he could accidentally send a message to Rich instead of Michael.

jeremy: i have realized, upon further investigation, that this is not michael. you have to understand i am under the influence of heavy marijuana and also am not a furry. rich please rich answer me richard goranski i’m begging you.

Rich is choking on his own laughter at this point. Oh God. If his Squip could sigh with disappointment it would. He quickly types into 

rich: SMASH OR PASS: BOWSER.

He waits a few glorious moments for Jeremy to respond, and part of him expects him to shrug off the question but not ten seconds later his phone buzzes.

jeremy: smash that’s too easy next.

rich: SMASH OR PASS: SONIC THE HEDGEHOG

jeremy: pass there’s only one sonic character whom i have a sexual fixation on, wait. two.

Who? Who are the Sonic the Hedgehog characters that Jeremy would have sex with? Rich has to know, now.

He’s beginning to type again when another text bubble from Jeremy pops up.

jeremy: i have one smash or pass: sidon

rich: WHO?

jeremy: “who?” he says, like some kind of monster who doesn’t know who sidon is. the shark man from breath of the wild.

rich: WHO?!

jeremy: google ‘sidon botw’ and get back to me.

Rich does so, and the Squip makes a snide comment about how if he listened to it that easily, he’d be doing better right now. Rich knows.

Oh. Huh.

rich: ... SMASH, BUT NOT IN A FURRY WAY OR ANYTHING.

jeremy: same!!!!!!!!

Rich laughs his ass off.

jeremy: not in a gay way either, i guess. just a bros appreciating other hot, sea-dwelling bros way

rich: YEAH!!!! NO HOMO BRO

jeremy: no homo indeed.

Okay. One more question.

rich: IF YOU WERE A FURRY

”If.”

rich: WHAT WOULD YOUR FURSONA BE?

Jeremy replies with a photo of a dolphin and Rich, who has spent the last two years under crushing pressure to climb his way to the top of an abyssal high school atmosphere, laughs for the longest time in forever.

It’s a very real, very genuine laugh. The kind that makes your stomach hurt and your insides detest you.

And then his Squip says, “You have a crush on Jeremy,” and the laughter is over.

3. in which rich sends texts that are probably meant for jake.

rich: JAKE JAKEY JAKEY D JAKE DILLINGER JAKE ANSWER ME

Jeremy is kind of burnt out right now. He just watches the notifications gather on his phone.

rich: I THINK I KNOW STUFF ABOUT ME AND I DONT KNOW WHO TO TELL

The Squip tells Jeremy not to worry about it. Rich will come to the realization on his own. Jeremy listens.

rich: JAKE PLEASE I KNOW YOU DONT GET IT BUT COME ON

Jeremy lies in bed in his Eminem shirt that he doesn’t really like and waits for Rich to realize.

rich: OH SORRY J DOG JERRY JEREMY JEREMIAH HEERE TALL ASS IM TRYING TO LIGHTEN THE MOOD FOR WHEN YOU SEE THESE MESSAGES IM FINE IM ALL GOOD THANKS HAVE A GOOD DAY.

Jeremy lies in bed and stares at the ceiling and suddenly it occurs to him in a roaring flood to be worried about Rich and fuck did something happen to Rich? Oh man, oh boy.

“You like Richard Goranski.” The Squip suggests, and Jeremy calls it a liar and it says, “I’m a supercomputer. I have no interest in lying to you, Jeremy.”

It pauses.

“Or at least, I have no interest in lying to you about this matter.”

4. IN WHICH RICH IS GETTING TEXT MESSAGES ALL THE TIME, CONSTANTLY, AND THERE’S ONLY ONE THAT HE BOTHERS ANSWERING.

See, the thing about setting fires in other people’s houses is that, and you may want to remember this for future reference, everybody and their mother wants to text you. Luckily, the hospital doesn’t allow phone usage by patients, so Rich has got every reason not to answer.

When he does get his phone back, there are too many notifications to count, but there are at least twenty from Jeremy, which is odd. Rich scrolls through the latest ones.

jeremy: tfw you’re best friends with the last surviving owner of mountain dew red am i right? i’ll be completely transparent, i’m like 90% sure i did really asinine stuff when i was squipped but uh. yeah. idk i just hmmmm miss you? i don’t think my squip would allow me to say that i’m not thinking clearly. but you know. yeah you aren’t responding but i’m assuming you know.

And those are all meant for Rich, and they make the weight on his chest disappear for a few blissful seconds.

See, while he was in the cast, in the hospital, he spoke to Jeremy. The conversation was sort of light and breezy and not at all a love confession of any sort, even if Rich wanted it to be, which is why he gets all the more surprised as he scrolls up.

jeremy: so uh. i am BELLIGERANTLY drunk right now i feel like i spelled that wrong but anyway, my squip isn’t screaming at me so it’s safe to say that hmmm i like you? in a friendship fashion and in a romantic fashion and perhaps a sexual one you’re no tony the tiger but you know

Rich laughs so hard his chest hurts and he kind of spits on himself a little, in the most civilized way possible.

Jeremy likes him, and Rich isn’t even sure if he knows who he is completely, but Jeremy likes him and it’s wonderful and flattering and perfect and really fucking gay, but he’s sort of come to terms with the bisexuality.

rich: NEW PHONE WHO IS THIS? ALSO GUESS WHAT DORKUS I LIKE YOU TOO.

5. in which everything is mostly the same / YET COMPLETELY DIFFERENT.

rich: SEXTING: YAY OR NAY?

jeremy: if this is you contemplating whether or not to send me your sweatpants boner then nay.

rich: STAY WITH ME HERE JEREMY, I NEED TO SEND YOU ONE NUDE A SINGULAR PENILE PHOTOGRAPH

jeremy: richard i swear to god if you send me a bad nude i am going to physically exit your phone and kill you.

Richard goes through his camera roll quickly, sending a dick pic from a few months ago.

rich: ITS THE FIRST ONE I SENT YOU BY ACCIDENT THE ONE THAT STARTED IT ALL <3

[misshann08]

I am now making a Furniture for the Miniature House

for my bestie. Our Gift to him >:))

hopes it will turn nice :')