#like boyf reinds and pinkberry

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What if- richjake with wings

warning: the wings are metaphorical. I'm so sorry.

word count: 1850

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In Freshman year, when Rich had been a background character even in his own mind, a conglomeration of flaws and insecurities so pitiful even he couldn't find any interest in himself, Jake Dillinger had been someone to idolize. He walked confidently, he spoke confidently. When he sauntered into a room with that idiotic politician smile on his face (the one that pleased everyone, that had even the strictest teacher bending the rules), it wasn't that the room lit up – it was that Jake glowed, and everyone else basked in his light. 

An angel. That was the only way to describe him. 

It was a common comparison. Rich heard it murmured in hallways and saw it when Jake put on tiny fake wings and wore a headband with a golden halo for Halloween. Jake Dillinger was an angel because he was confident, he was perfect, and he was everything Rich wasn't. 

During the SQUIP, when Rich got to know the real Jake and he became a human to be loved rather than a religion in and of himself, he discovered that Jake was an angel all over again. 

It was midnight, maybe a bit later, and the two of them were doing the stupidest shit they could think of. Rich was in Jake's driveway trying to figure out a new trick on his skateboard while Jake stood at the edge of his roof, shooting his basketball in the dark. On only his third try the ball made it into the basket and Rich let out a string of curses so vulgar they had Jake laughing so hard he had to grab his windowsill to stop himself from falling off the roof. 

"Only you, Jacob. Only you can shoot a fucking basketball from your roof, in the dark, and make it in. Fuck you. You're too perfect."

When he looked up at Jake's sillhouette, he was curled in on himself sheepishly. 

"Shut up," he said, his blush audible, "You're perfect too, y'know."

Rich scoffed at that. He was drunk, the SQUIP deactivated and useless. In this state, without it in his head to tell him how to talk and act, he was hardly perfect. Far from it.

Still, Jake somehow materialized beside Rich and poked at his cheeks lovingly.

"Especially that cute little lisp of yours," he teased, taking the basketball from the driveway and putting it back in the garage. Rich felt himself blush against both his own will and the lingering will of the SQUIP. Cute. His lisp. Something the SQUIP hated. Something that was really his. 

Jake Dillinger was an angel because he made Rich feel good about the real him. 

There were countless times Rich wished he could do the same for Jake. Compliments and affection burrowed themselves in his mind, forced into the dirt by the SQUIP. 

You can't say that, that's gay. 

Do you want him to hate you?

Shut up, Richard. 

Don't say that.

So Rich didn't say a word of praise unless it was hidden under six different layers of sarcasm. Jake seemed to understand most of the time. Still, there were times he didn't. 

Jake was missing from lunch. No one else seemed to mind much. Chloe seemed happy, in fact, choosing to sit next to Brooke and spend the entire time talking to her rather than Jake. The other boys — nameless blurs compared to Jake—carried on conversation as they usually would. The SQUIP spoke as Rich's mind wandered and worried, playing every worst case scenario until he couldn't stand to sit still anymore. Ignoring the protests from the SQUIP and the rapid succession of shocks at the base of his spine, Rich excused himself from the lunch room and searched half the school before finding Jake standing in front of his locker, forehead pressed against the cold metal, arms wrapped protectively around himself. 

His shoulders were shaking. Rich chose to describe it as merely that because if he didn't then he'd have to say the word crying and he never wanted that word to be associated with Jake.

"Hey, dickhead, where the fuck were you?"

Jake turned, still leaning against the locker, just enough so Rich could see his bloodshot, glassy eyes. After just a millisecond of eye contact, during which Jake appeared so exhausted he didn't seem to know what to do, Jake straightened himself out and quickly wiped his eyes. Within a moment, he was smiling. 

"Didn't want to deal with your annoying ass for a full half hour," he said, already messing with the combination to his locker. Trying to make it look like he was there for a reason other than crying, Rich thought. Fuck. 

Don't say that, don't say that, don't—

Jaw clenched with the effort it took to speak against the SQUIP's will, Rich managed, "Are you okay?"

Jake froze. Then, slowly, he nodded. 

"Yeah," he replied, tone too short and voice too deep, "Yeah, I've just got like—like AP tests are coming up and shit and I'm just stressed as fuck. I've got like four to take this year and it's driving me crazy."

The SQUIP scoffed and said, "Fucking try-hard."

Jake's fake smile faltered. It was the SQUIP rather than Rich who noted that Jake was shaking out his hands at his sides and shifting from foot to foot. His lips were trembling and fuck, no, Jake, I didn't say that, it wasn't me, I'm—

"I'm trying so fucking hard, Rich. Social services won't leave me alone and I just—” he took a shaky breath and stared blankly at the empty space behind Rich, his expression the embodiment of crumbling ruins; ashes; the gray snow that came at the end of the year while spring melted it away. “–I really need to pass these stupid tests to show them I'm fine on my own. I can do this by myself. I can, okay? I–I really can."

Was he asking Rich for confirmation? Of course Jake could do whatever he wanted to. He was perfect.

Don't say that, don't say that, leave this alone, Richard. Leave it alone. 

Taking Jake's hand in his own and running his thumb over the joints of Jake's fingers (a useless form of comfort, what did that do to fix anything? Still, Jake fell, practically plummeted, into the touch), Rich said, "Why are social services on your back?"

Jake shrugged helplessly and, though he sounded like he was on the verge of crying again, laughed. It was short; scared.

"My parents got in some legal trouble. It was between freedom and their son, so. Easy decision, I guess. Up and left last month. Haven't heard from them since."

What?

What the fuck?

No.

At first, the words were easy to hear. Rich had grown accustomed to the SQUIP in his mind. He didn't need to understand and register every word his friends said because the SQUIP would pick it up no matter what and respond correctly. So Rich heard Jake talking, but it wasn't until a moment later, when the SQUIP was trying to say fuck yeah, you have the house to yourself all the time? Bro, imagine the fucking ragers we can throw! that Rich actually understood the words.

"What?" he said, not because it was the right thing to say (as the SQUIP constantly reminded him, Rich never knew the right thing to say), but because he knew it had to be better than talk of parties and shit. No matter what everyone said or what the SQUIP claimed, Jake was more than the 'ragers' he threw and his self-destructive tendency to try and meet every expectation put upon him.

"Yeah. I don't even fucking - fuck-" one hand still holding Rich's, he pressed the heel of his free hand against his temple, both to hide the tears threatening to fall at merely a blink and to assuage his growing headache (he's reacting negatively to light, the SQUIP noted, and the bags under his eyes suggest he hasn't been sleeping well). “–I don't even know, I don't miss them, but now I've got all these people watching me constantly, and I just can't–I can't–"

He didn't even hug Rich, just collapsed forward onto him. There was nothing left in him—no fight, no vigor or joy. The SQUIP scoffed, and for the first time since letting it into his mind, Rich felt genuine anger toward it. How could he? Jake was crying, a morbid sight Rich had never seen and prayed he would never see again, and somehow the SQUIP was amused?

Without considering the consequences (which would surely be painful—electric shocks, leaving him to deal with his dad alone, an itemized list of all the things wrong with him), Rich shoved the SQUIP into some useless sector of his brain where it could no longer take control of his speech or actions. Almost a year of having it in his head had taught him a few tricks.

"Hey," Rich whispered, letting go of Jake's hand only so he could wrap his arms over his shoulders and around his neck. Though Jake felt metaphorically small, with his desperate, childish hold on Rich's shirt and the tiny sobs he was trying to suppress, he was still over half a foot taller than Rich and despite the fact Jake was already leaning down, Rich had to get on his tippy toes just to pull Jake down further into the hug. 

"I'm sorry," Rich said, "Jakey, I'm really, really sorry."

Jake shook his head and nuzzled further into Rich's neck. It hurt just to see him like this and hurt even more to feel it in the shaking of his hands and knees, in the tears wetting Rich's shirt. 

"It's okay," Jake whispered, "It's fine, I'm fine, I just–I gotta–” He never finished, too much of him dedicated to not breaking down to be able to summon words.

Rich didn't need him to speak. He'd been friends with Jake long enough to know exactly what he wanted to say.

Jake Dillinger was an angel because, despite fate twisting and breaking to hurt him, he was still fucking trying. 

How fate could look at a boy like Jake and decide he deserved this, why it hadn't bent the rules just to make the path Jake walked safe, Rich didn't know. 

Until, of course, he was drunk and the SQUIP was still screaming and clawing at the tissue in his brain. Until it was dark and hazy, with music and pounding beats echoing in his bones and the match in his hand. Until there were flames and Rich thought there was no chance of survival. That he was going to die and fall straight to hell because he wasn't Jake Dillinger; he wasn't holy. 

He didn't remember Halloween. Whether it was his own survival instincts or the SQUIP that erased every moment from his mind, he had no way of knowing. He only saw the aftermath—the ashes of Jake's trust, the blisters on Rich's skin, the casts and the crutches that Jake cursed and scorned. 

Jake Dillinger was not an angel. If he were, he wouldn't have fallen. 

Because angels have wings.

[ao3feed-bemorechill]

I leArnED To pAy pASta, i LEarNed tO cOoK rEnT

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2ycdlzS

by Lazy_Muffin

IamLohstforwords: how did you know you liked each other?

Reinds: well...

Boyf: he threw pokeballs at me.

IamLohstforwords: ... what?

Reinds: these Pokeball.jpg AND FYI, THEY HAD CONFESSION NOTES INSIDE THEM!!

Boyf: WELL HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW? YOU LITERALLY PEGGED THEM AT ME FASTER THAN I COULD OPEN THEM

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A Be More Chill chat fic thingo... there could be actual writing and stuff later on, but I'm planning on keeping it this way...

Words: 462, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Be More Chill - Iconis/Tracz

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, M/M

Characters: Jeremy Heere, Michael Mell, Jake Dillinger, Rich Goranski, Brooke Lohst, Chloe Valentine, Jenna Rolan, Christine Canigula

Relationships: Jeremy Heere/Michael Mell, Jake Dillinger/Rich Goranski, Brooke Lohst/Chloe Valentine

Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, boyf riends - Freeform, Pinkberry, arson bros, meremy hell, brooke/chloe, richjake, Bi Jeremy, Gay Michael, pan jake, bi rich, Pan Brooke, heteroflexible chloe, ace/aro jenna, Ace/Aro Christine, chat fic, Trans Michael, post squip, they're all adorable idiots, most of them love theatre and musicals, deh cast might show up later on

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2ycdlzS

[rich-fucking-goranski]

BMC Things I Headcannon

This first one is an expensiveheadphones thing but I headcannon when Michael would visit Rich in the hospital he would bring a bag of junk food for him and a couple DS’s for them to play and they’d just hang out and laugh with each other. And when Rich finally says that he’s bi it’s because he’s fallen for Mikey and he’s just now realizing it.

Rich has a mild form of dyslexia from his SQUIP messing with his brain functions (hence the “BOYF REINDS” incident)

Brooke is actually lactose intolerant but goes to PinkBerry with Chloe every Wednesday (cause on Wednesday’s we eat PinkBerry) and suffers through the pain for the fro yo

Madeline and Chloe were actually really good friends in middle school until she started to pretend she was French for attention and that’s why Chloe knows she’s not really French

Madeline is a lesbian but all the guys claim to have had sex with her

Christine is ace but she loves giving her friends platonic forehead and cheek kisses

Jeremy never actually ends up with Christine. Don’t get me wrong, I love Stagedorks! But I’ve never liked the fact that in the end, Jeremy did get everything he wanted. Popularity, he gets left alone by the bullies, he has more friends, and he gets the girl. That first of all is a little too happy of an ending for the chaos that has been caused, and secondly is hardly likely. So that’s mostly why I headcannon this. (Besides I just said Christine was ace so that wouldn’t make sense)

Jeremy does get a girl though. I think that after a little while, maybe a month or so, he asks Brooke to give him another chance. (Puppylove is wonderful)

Brooke and Michael often get high on his porch together and sing 80s songs really loudly. The neighbors hate it

Brooke and Christine become really good friends and often go to pet stores just to look at animals together. They really want to get an apartment together just so they can get a dog even though Christine is mildly allergic

Jake and Rich are work out buds. It’s just a fact

Chloe is in fact a lot nicer now and constantly apologizes to Brooke for coming onto Jeremy. Brooke really doesn’t care anymore and laughs about how Chloe literally said “get insIDE MY DIPER BOY”. She’ll never let her live it down

[justahopelessaromantic]

Act More Cool (Ch. 2: More Than Survive)

Fandom: Be More Chill: The Musical Ships: Stagedorks, Dramatical Theatre, Puppy Love, Boyf reinds, Pinkberry AU: Role Reversal AU Links to Chapters 1, 3, and 4 Pinterest Moodboard for this Fic Summary: When Chloe shoved the grey, oblong pill in his hand, Jeremy didn't know he was holding the end of his closest 11-year relationship, almost instant popularity, and the destruction of the entire student body. All he saw was the key to Michael's heart. And that's all that mattered at the moment.

"C'mon, c'mon, go!"

After tearing his eyes from the loading bar blocking his view of his porno, Jeremy groaned and sluggishly threw off the covers, fingers sore from right-clicking too much. 6:30. Time to start the day uncomfortable as fuck. Great.

For Jeremy, however, that wasn’t much of a change from his normal schedule, so he stood up and, after a less than pleasant interaction with his pantsless father (though he wasn’t sure how pleasant a one-sided squabble with his dad about how even if people changed in front of the whole backstage cast in Shakespeare’s time, this was the 21st century where people wore pants could be) and a bland stroll to school hunched over in a pitiful attempt to avoid human interaction, he sped through the front doors, a few gossiping teens blocking access to his locker as usual.

“So,” Jenna began, “Dustin told Rich, ‘I’ll only fuck you if you beat me at pool.’ And then he won the match. While high. And still slept with him once he got sober.”

“Impressive.”

Chloe whipped around. “Skylar!?”

“H-he means slutty!” Brooke stammered, slapping a hand over her friend face only to earn an intimidating glare from the man as she yanked it right back.

“Ew, gross, did you just lick my hand?”

“No, Brooklyn, the saliva just magically appeared on your palm.” He deadpanned, not bothering to look up from his phone as she wiped the slime on his sweater’s shoulder.

Before the blonde could respond, Chloe cut her off. “Anyway, then Dustin was all like-“

“I’m telling the story, Chloe.” Jenna snapped, panic and desperation seeping through her voice as she slammed her locker door.

Said girl opened her mouth to oppose her verdict before Jeremy awkwardly standing behind them caught her eye. “...Oh my god, he’s like...totally getting off on that. Ugh.” Before he could even defend himself, Chloe whipped around to shove her stuff in her locker, preparing to lead her three friends to homeroom while Jenna eyed him curiously. As Jeremy reached for his locker door, his arm brushed up against her shoulder, causing her to recoil in disgust. “Ew, don’t touch me, tall-ass!” She whined, speed walking away afterwards while dragging (a...starstruck? No, that couldn’t be right) Brooke by the hand, pink dusting her cheeks at the contact, though she didn’t have a clue why, as Jenna and Skylar followed.

“S-sorry, I was just trying to get to m-“

“Richie Rich!” She gasped before energetically waved at the football star, beckoning him to come closer. “So, what’s the story with Dustin?” She questioned, ignoring how Brooke kept glancing back at Jeremy and Jenna’s appalled reaction stemming from Chloe’s decision to seek out a primary source instead of trusting her for details.

“Well, I probably shouldn’t say but...let’s just say one of us rocks at pool.” He gloated.

Jeremy turned his attention back to his locker after giving Brooke a shy and awkward wave, earning a slightly more confident one back along with a cute smile to his surprise. Wait, he wondered as he navigated the dangerous hall, forcing himself to focus on a poster on the wall in a (vain) attempt to avoid awkward eye contact with any of the students passing by him. Did the hottest girl in school actually just acknowledge his existence? Holy fuck. That was new. And so was the poster he made his way over to, it’s headline describing it as a “sign up for the after school play”.

...so, basically a sign up sheet for getting called gay. Yeah, maybe not the best way to improve his cred. at sch-oh, wait, Christina M. was scribbled in red chicken scratch at top of the page, right next to the video game club’s poster. Never mind, he had to sign up now. There's no way in hell he was gonna let her join without him, especially since he adored acting almost as much as her. Almost. And hey, if people labeled him gay for it, then maybe everyone at this cursed school would stop assuming he was straight (which, spoiler alert; he wasn’t).

He snatched up the pen she left and printed his name, tur-

“GAYYYY!” Chloe hollered as she subtly swept her target’s leg, earning heavy laughter from her surrounding schoolmates, a weak “But I like gay people.” from Jenna, and eye-rolls from Skylar and an out of view Michael.

Jeremy groaned. Why couldn’t someone just help him out? Once his vision returned after being stolen by the harsh fall, he peeled his eyes only to be struck with the realization that someone was. Specifically Brooke. Awkward silence thriving, he moved his gaze from the striking brown eyes staring back at him to the floor, tongue-tied even as she helped him up. “Are you okay?” She inquired, garnering no answer due to Jeremy’s thoughts being reduced to ‘...Pretty girl...holding hands...’ until she placed the pen in his hand. “You took a hard fall ther-...wait a minute...” She tightened her grip on both hands before chuckling a bit. “Do you, like, only moisturize one hand or something?”

...

“...I swear, it’s not wha-” Jeremy sputtered before Brooke cut him off with her fit of giggles that he decided was his new favorite thing. Waiting for her to stop was probably his least favorite though as he only turned redder by the second.

After finally composing herself, Brooke locked eyes with Jeremy, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Thanks for that. I needed a good laugh. Chloe’s been driving me up the wall all week.” She explained, scrubbing away the tears rolling down her face and most of her running mascara. “Sorry about her tripping you. She can be a real mega bitch sometimes. But it’s cool though ‘cause she’s my mega bitch, you know?”

“Yeah, totally.” He replied, despite the fact that he did not know and was more focused on overanalyzing if that implied Brooke was taken (Shit, how was he gonna explain to Chris that her crush was off the market too?).

“Don’t tell Chloe I said that though. She’ll have my head for it.” She whispered after scanning the hallway to check for said girl.

“My lips are sealed.” He promised, relief flooding Brooke’s expression. Hey, it’s not like he would tell her anyway. With how Chloe basically scared him shitless, he wasn’t too keen on finding out how she’d react anytime soon.

“So, I didn’t catch your name.”

Caught off guard, the gamer froze for a total of three humiliating seconds before spitting out “I didn’t throw it.”, ignoring how it sounded way cooler and less harsh in his head. The girl only gave him a beatific smile in response, pink dusting her cheeks. “Well, I’m Brooklyn, but my friends call me Brooke.”

“I know....Oh, fuck, wait, that must’ve sounded super creepy, shi-”

“Brooke!”

Said teen shifted her attention from Jeremy to Chloe visibly fretting over her friend’s ruined makeup and Jenna glowering at him, arms crossed. “Sorry, Chloe wants me. I’ll see you around, ‘kay?” And before he could answer, she pecked his cheek and was off, Jenna’s arm around her shoulder and hand in hand with Chloe. Again. Yeah, those two were definitely a thing. And he was gonna have to be the one who broke the news to Christine. Wonderful.

He swiped up the pen, stuffed it into his pocket, and hung a left, only to be met with the most amazing site humanity was capable of creating. Michael-motherfucking-Canigula. More specifically, Michael slamming his locker door shut and jamming out to the tunes he was blaring as he danced his way over to class, blissed out. Fuck.

Immediately swerving around to initiate a staring contest with the poster in a vain effort at acting casual and dodging Michael’s attention, Jeremy initiated one of his patented Internal Freak-Outs™ over the situation. Why the hell did he have to run into Micheal today of all days, when his pits were leaking and he reeked from the walk here and Michael was dancing weirdly, which made focusing a nightmare because of how distractingly endearing he found it, and blasting his music so loud Jeremy could hear it through his headphones and holy crap he listened to Bob Marley too how cool was that and oh wow okay Michael was totally staring straight at his back okay this was happening now.

“Can I...help you?” Shit, wait, did that sound bitchy? Dammit, his first real conversation with the love of his life and he was already fucking it up.

“Uh, yeah, can I see your backpack?” He pointed to the bag in question.

“Um...sure.”

...

“Oh, right, sorry!” Scrambling to tear off his backpack, Jeremy started to hold it up to Micheal but froze, peering down at the word fragment traced in vibrant purple aesthetic cursive. “Boyf? What does that even mean?” He muttered, narrowing his eyes to squint at the message Michael revealed once he removed his own backpack from his back and pressed it against Jeremy’s, beaming.

“My mothers would be proud.” He decided after mulling the idea over in his head, throwing the bag over his shoulder.

“I hate this school.” The other teen growled.

Michael uncovered one ear and locked eyes with the other student. “Did you say something?”

“I...uh...nnh!”

He didn’t stop running until Michael was out of his sight, his view blocked by teens rushing to class. After catching his breath, the reality of what had just happened sunk in and he cringed. God, that could not have gone worse. He couldn’t even wipe off the note! He recognized that sneaky little shit’s handwriting and had no idea what she’d do if he didn’t leave it alone. At least he knew Rich would chew her out for it later, though, consideri-

“Christine!” Train of thought abandoned, he turned his head to face the girl hugging him from behind.

“Jeremy, how’s it hanging?” She beamed while they breezed through their signature handshake, earning a shrug from the other.

“Could be better. You?”

“Awesome! Grabbed lunch on the way here. Turns out 7/11 food isn’t actually the worst all the time.”

“I coulda told you that.” Jeremy noted, rummaging through his bag to search for a sheet of paper.

Christine scoffed playfully while dumping her books into her locker. “Yeah, but it wouldn’t mean much coming from the weirdo who still eats those nasty hot pockets. I mean, I can forgive your dad, but I expected better from you, Jeremiah.”

“Interesting coming from the girl whose mother packs her Kraft mac n’ cheese every day.” He quipped, pretend-gagging to drive home his point.

“Touche.” She admitted, sipping her slushie before shooting him a curious look. “But you never say no to it when we have it at our sleepovers.”

“Oh, I’d never refuse your baba’s homemade mac n’ cheese. The box stuff, however...” Jeremy trailed off, scratching down the day’s fuck-ups and shoving the list in his side pocket.

“-is great and you just can’t admit it. Walk me to class?”

“Sure.” The teen obliged, slipping his clammy hand into hers. “Anything else happen today?”

The actress froze, staring off into the distance as she mentally retraced her steps for the day. “Um, well, I talked to Chloe, which was pretty cool, even if she was just asking when the drama club met for play rehearsal. Don’t think she caught onto my flirting though. Not surprised, considering I suck at it...hmm, what else, what else...oh, right, 7-11! Okay, so I talked to this girl named Veronica ‘cause she looked kinda bummed and she told me she only showed up ‘cause her boyfriend used to hang out there. Made her feel nostalgic. Weird, right? Martha was feeling extra generous today, so she snuck me an extra slushie. Ooh, that reminds me...” After fumbling with her backpack, Christine whipped out a vibrant blue cup with a red straw poking out, shoving it into her friend’s hands. “Here ya go!”

Jeremy gave his friend a soft smile. “Thanks, Chrissy.”

”No problem. Oh, guess what? We’re doing-”

“Romeo and Juliet: Zombie apocalypse this year, I know. Already signed up.”

Christine rolled her eyes and playfully shoved him. “Let me finish first, ya dweeb. We’re doing Romeo and Juliet as Romeo...” She jabbed a finger at herself. “...and Juliet.” She emphasized, pointing at Jeremy. “I convinced Mr. Heere to give us the leads! He was gonna give Madeline and Dustin the part, but I reminded him about Madeline showing up high to rehearsal last year and Dustin sneaking off with Rich during intermission.” She raised her hand to cut her friend off. “And before you ask, no, I didn’t bribe him with hot pockets, because those things, as stated before, are nasty.”

“Holy shit, Christine, this is awso...wait, why are you Romeo? I thought you had Juliet’s lines memorized by heart? That just means you’ll have to come to play rehearsal more often and I just answered my own question, nevermind. But seriously, Chris, this is really cool. I can’t believe you pulled this off!”

Christine only smiled, earning a heavy blush for Jeremy. “Aww, c’mon, Jer-bear. You think I’d miss out on the chance to kiss my boyfriend on stage in front of everyone? Of course I’d pull this off. Enough about me, though, how’s your day been?”

“Not too bad.” He shrugged.

Christine gave him a once-over. “You sure about that, Jeremy? I hate to being rude, but you kinda look like ass today.”

“All right, you caught me.” He acquiesced, holding his hands out as a sign of surrender. “Chloe wrote boyf on my backpack and Michael’s. Heere, look.”

She gripped the sides of the bag, scanning the front meticulously as he muttered something about not knowing what his girlfriend saw in that women. “Boyf? What d-”

“Chloe wrote reinds on Michael’s backpack.”

Chris blinked, cocking her head to the side a bit and staring into space before it hit her. “Oh!...oh...”

“Yeah, not my best moment, considering I ran away right after he found out while we were still talking.” He snarked, sliding his half drunken slushie in his backpack’s side pocket.

“Well...look on the bright side! You actually talked to him so you must have sounded smooth enough for him to listen.”

Jeremy only rolled his eyes. “Oh, yeah, I ran away after four lines. So mac daddy. Much pimp. It’s not all bad though. I wrote Michael a letter telling him how I feel!”

“That’s great!”

“Yeah, I tore it up and flushed it!”

“That’s less great.”

“It’s still progress.” The student muttered while staring down at the floor, giving Christine an ample view of her newfound target.

“Well, maybe you’d have the confidence to ask him out if you didn’t keep record of all your social fuckups...” She trailed off before snatching up the humiliation sheet in his pocket. “And flushed this...” She waved the paper in front of Jeremy’s face before scanning its content, “...down the toilet instead. And you shouldn’t have put down the boyf reinds thing on this. I already told you, that’s an accomplishment, not a failure.”

“Psh, sure, that’s easy for you to say, Ms. ‘glass half full’ personified.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault you’re such an emo. And besides,” Christine placed her hand on her partner’s shoulder after shoving the sheet in her backpack. “It’s all good. Oh, hey, I saw on discovery that humanity...wait for it...has stopped evolving!” She squealed, smile wide and pure wonder and amazement swimming in her stunning eyes despite Jeremy only quirking an eyebrow. Looks like someone found a new hyper-fixation over winter break.

“That’s...good?”

“Totally!” She shook her head when she realized her one word argument wasn’t winning him over. “Okay, wait, think about it though. Evolution’s survival of the fittest, right? But now, because of technology, you don’t need to be strong to survive, which means there’s never been a better time in history to be a weirdo!

“So?”

“So?! So own it! Why bother being cool when you could be-“

“Signing up for the video game club.”

“I mean, I was gonna say finally teaching me how to smoke weed so we could both get stoned in my basement tonight, but that sound fun too-“

“No, I mean look who’s signing up for the video game club!” Shifting her attention to where Jeremy pointed to, Chris glanced up at the utterly starstruck look her boyf was sporting after focusing in on none other than Michael stepping away from the poster, leaving only his printed name in his place. She rolled her eyes, recognizing the dopey look as the one he gave her whenever she info dumped about a new interest of hers with enough of her signature passion or performed or basically did anything ever, before lacing his hand in hers, dragging him over to the other side, and lamented that if he continued at this rate the only thing he’d ever date was his “MacBook Pro hard drive.” until he took a shaky breath, whipped Christine’s pen out of his backpack, scribbled his name down, and handed it back to her, oblivious to the bully studying him from afar under direct orders.

[ao3feed-pinkberry]

by Lazy_Muffin

IamLohstforwords: how did you know you liked each other?

Reinds: well...

Boyf: he threw pokeballs at me.

IamLohstforwords: ... what?

Reinds: these Pokeball.jpg AND FYI, THEY HAD CONFESSION NOTES INSIDE THEM!!

Boyf: WELL HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW? YOU LITERALLY PEGGED THEM AT ME FASTER THAN I COULD OPEN THEM

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A Be More Chill chat fic thingo... there could be actual writing and stuff later on, but I'm planning on keeping it this way...

Words: 462, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Be More Chill - Iconis/Tracz

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, M/M

Characters: Jeremy Heere, Michael Mell, Jake Dillinger, Rich Goranski, Brooke Lohst, Chloe Valentine, Jenna Rolan, Christine Canigula

Relationships: Jeremy Heere/Michael Mell, Jake Dillinger/Rich Goranski, Brooke Lohst/Chloe Valentine

Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, boyf riends - Freeform, Pinkberry, arson bros, meremy hell, brooke/chloe, richjake, Bi Jeremy, Gay Michael, pan jake, bi rich, Pan Brooke, heteroflexible chloe, ace/aro jenna, Ace/Aro Christine, chat fic, Trans Michael, post squip, they're all adorable idiots, most of them love theatre and musicals, deh cast might show up later on

[ao3feed-richjake]

by Lazy_Muffin

IamLohstforwords: how did you know you liked each other?

Reinds: well...

Boyf: he threw pokeballs at me.

IamLohstforwords: ... what?

Reinds: these Pokeball.jpg AND FYI, THEY HAD CONFESSION NOTES INSIDE THEM!!

Boyf: WELL HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW? YOU LITERALLY PEGGED THEM AT ME FASTER THAN I COULD OPEN THEM

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A Be More Chill chat fic thingo... there could be actual writing and stuff later on, but I'm planning on keeping it this way...

Words: 462, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Be More Chill - Iconis/Tracz

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, M/M

Characters: Jeremy Heere, Michael Mell, Jake Dillinger, Rich Goranski, Brooke Lohst, Chloe Valentine, Jenna Rolan, Christine Canigula

Relationships: Jeremy Heere/Michael Mell, Jake Dillinger/Rich Goranski, Brooke Lohst/Chloe Valentine

Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, boyf riends - Freeform, Pinkberry, arson bros, meremy hell, brooke/chloe, richjake, Bi Jeremy, Gay Michael, pan jake, bi rich, Pan Brooke, heteroflexible chloe, ace/aro jenna, Ace/Aro Christine, chat fic, Trans Michael, post squip, they're all adorable idiots, most of them love theatre and musicals, deh cast might show up later on

[killuadominance]

Been tagged

@parkrpetey​ You done got me lmao thanks rules: choose any 3 fandoms (in random order) and answer the questions, then tag some friends. Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug - Dream Daddy - Be More Chill  the first character you loved: - Adrien and Marinette at the same time - CRAIG - Michael Mell the character you never expected to love so much: - Alya tbh?? - Damien for sure im so sorry my boy for all the roasts before i met u - Rich the character you relate to the most: - Idk tbh? Nino probs - Robert is I and I am Robert - Michael  the character you’d slap: - C h l o e  - Lucien or Ernest my sons - Jeremy three favourite characters (in order of preference): - Chat Noir/Adrien , Marinette, Alya - Robert, Damien, Mary (sorry Craig omg) - Michael, Jeremy, Rich a character you liked at first but not anymore: - Sabrina - Joseph when I first saw him and n o t a n y m o r e  - None a character you did not like at first but now do: - None (possibly Chloe but need to see season two) -  MARY MY ACTUAL WIFE  - Rich 3 otp’s: - Marichat, Djwifi, Julerose - Craig/dadsona, Ernest/Lucien, Robert/Help - boyf reinds, rich/jake, pinkberry