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I would really appreciate it if you did head canons if Jeremy was your older siblings! Thanks! >3

omg this is a cute idea aaa

aLSO THIS IS GONNA BE LONG BC I RAMBLE

alright u know what this is going under a readmore because this is basically me inserting reader into bmc as jeremy’s younger sibling plus some headcanons sprinkled in

(as i near the end of the musical all i can say is i aaaaaam sorry. there’s so much but i got carried away with rambling about you getting pissed over the SQUIP and just wanting your brother back in the end)

(i pROMISE IF ANYONE ELSE SENDS A “hey what if michael was ur big brother” OR ANYTHING IT WONT BE THIS LONG)

(y’all this got to the point where i might as well write this and i might if anyone requests it. it might not be soon since i got other requests i should be paying attention to but i’ll do it)

so i imagine ur like, a year younger than jeremy so ur a sophomore for this

good times except not, school sucks

you two def play video games a lot like it just comes with jeremy in general

im gonna go ahead and get it out of the way: jeremy and you are extremely close, especially after your mom left….

sometimes you would wander to his room and you two would just end up talking for a bit

“jer?” “yeah?”

“i’m… worried about dad.”

as you two got older these talks became less frequent

that’s all im gonna say because i’m not really the best person for the topic but you two are really close.

you kinda worry about jeremy a lot??? like, you asked him about going out with his friends and he kinda shut up and then mentioned michael was coming over and you kinda realized jeremy doesn’t really… have friends…..

but honestly??? the two of you are supportive of each other no matter what

you complain about school together. it’s a good thing to bond over.

especially because jeremy had some of the same teachers as you did so he just knows what you’re going through when it comes to really specific things

sometimes you eat lunch with him!!! like you have your own friends but you’re like ‘cmon he’s my big brother n he only ever sits with michael, i should at least talk to him some’

they kinda get it since ur brother is a neeeerd

plus you don’t always eat lunch with him so it’s not like you’re constantly abandoning them or something

“you’re signing up for the play?” “yeah, why?” “is it because of christiiiiine?” “shut up”

you 100% know about his crush on christine and honestly, can you blame him? she’s an angel

you end up tagging along with him and michael to the mall for the… squick??? whatever, dude.

“alright, jer, but hear me out: do you really need some pill to be cool? you’re cool enough as is” “ur… literally just saying that bc ur my younger sibling” “shut up dude ur the coolest big brother”

no point in fighting him since he’s gonna do it anyway. michael’s going to spencers??? there’s a gamestop nearby so yolo might as well walk with him

(also yes i 100% found the website for that mall and looked up a map so get an idea of how this whole scene goes???)

u leave gamestop, maybe after buying some merch because video games??? expensive. too expensive.

maybe one day.

where the fuck is jeremy.

michael has to go so either you gotta go with him or go find jeremy and you ultimately go looking for jeremy since he’s ur brother, what else are you gonna do?

jeremy is… weird.

you don’t question it at first bc he’s probably upset but whatever

at some point during school michael approaches you… alone???

“dude where’s jeremy”

“that’s… what i came to ask you about???”

you’ll beat up jeremy later like what the fuck, michael might as well be ur brother-in-law because they might as well be married

you end up going home alone

i like to imagine ur also friends with michael because of jeremy and sometimes he texts you when he can’t get ahold of jeremy so you can go tell jeremy to stop doing whatever and talk to his friend about whatever

so you just get a text from michael like ‘what the fuck is up with your brother’

squipped!jeremy kinda starts ignoring you and telling you off??? what the fuck jeremy???

“jeremy if being cool means you’re going to be an asshole, then maybe you shouldn’t be cool”

you two fight??? and like, the two of you rarely have a serious fight but it ends in you slamming your bedroom door and your dad gets worried and tries to talk to you but you kinda end up shutting him out as well

you feel bad about it but you just want to be alone

fast forward to halloween eve (which you’ve kinda abandoned your friends for sitting with michael?? they’re pissed and they aren’t talking to you but you couldn’t care less, michael needs someone)

jeremy comes downstairs and ur sitting on the couch, alone for once

“halloween party?”

he’s… kinda caught off guard?

like you two don’t really talk after you fight until one apologizes.

“be careful.”

he just stares at you.

“hey, uh, [y/n],” and he just kinda stares at you before he jerks slightly, as if… someone shocked him? “don’t wait up.”

you nearly get pissed before deciding fuck it, discount halloween candy awaits you after halloween-

… jeremy and you always get discount halloween candy. the two of you always would go to the store and roam around the aisles finding the Good Shit and then you two would go home and eat until you were sick but it was great because, yeah, you feel like shit afterwards but sibling bonding, man.

it isn’t the same. it just isn’t the same by yourself.

you end up staying up late anyway. jeremy might be an asshole now, but he’s still you’re brother. you might as well stay up and make sure he at least makes it inside.

you fall asleep watching a movie before you know he’s home.

but you do wake up when your phone keeps buzzing

it’s michael. he’s asking about jeremy and before you can even respond he’s calling you and jake dillinger’s house burned down??

jeremy is fine, physically at least, but now he’s just straight up ignoring you.

can i mention your dad is getting worried? you two were close.

hey, remember rich? the guy who recommended the SQUIP to jeremy? you talked to him. he’s genuinely upset by the way.

you also learn a lot. about the SQUIP, at least.

its the night of the play and your sitting and talking to your dad and basically rambling about jeremy without giving details

and then there’s jeremy.

you take your dad’s side for once, and jeremy fucking yells at you about it.

“you were supposed to support me, i’m your brother! we’re family-”

“not anymore, jeremy - you’re not my brother because my brother wouldn’t treat his friends and family like shit!”

he gets pissed at you and your dad tries to defend you and then he says shit to your dad

you straight up punch jeremy for that shit. you hit harder than he’d think.

after the play you basically live at the hospital waiting for jeremy to wake up

the moment he wakes up your at his side like “is it gone?? please tell me it’s gone, jeremy, fuck, please tell me i have my brother back.”

(you kinda freeze because you forgot rich was there???)

he… kinda sees how much he hurt you for the first time. it’s a really shitty moment. michael pops in and you just kinda excuse yourself for a few minutes and wander away for a few minutes

there’s still a lot of strain on ur relationship??? like, you aren’t just happy siblings anymore who fight over little shit and scream at the other when they cheat at video games or complain about homework and teachers. 

he and christine eventually date a little??? you’re happy for him but at the same time it just kinda… bothers you. sometimes he gushes about her and how she’s so sweet but it just kinda makes you sick because of all the shit that everyone just went through…

heck, jeremy notices that you’re… really, really off. he misses being able to sit back and laugh with his little sibling??? he misses being able to just be a complete dork around you.

one day you’re having a really shitty day and you’re sitting at the kitchen table burying yourself in homework and you just hear the rustling of a wrapper and he sets down ur fave candy in front of you

“look, i know i was an asshole and the worst big brother, but just… i’m sorry.”

it’s not enough, but it’s a start.

one night you wake up from a nightmare that everyone??? was squipped again??? you go downstairs and there’s jeremy, standing in front of the fridge, just staring

you wander over and peek in and he’s just… staring at a bottle of mtn dew red. at least, he was until you stepped behind him. he quickly shuts the fridge and immediately asks why you’re awake because??? it’s 3 am????

for the first time in a while you two confide in each other. 

“i… really did a lot of shit, didn’t i?” “yeah. i mean, it’s not all your fault - rich said the SQUIP made him do a lot of shit too.” “yeah but still, i did it-”

it takes a while but eventually you two get to be back to the sibling bond you two had - even if there is a little bit of strain

alright that’s a lot of shit of just reliving the musical so i’ll throw in some headcanons rly quick:

there’s always a constant bicker over small shit. “JEREMY ATE ALL THE CHIPS” “[Y/N] FINISHED THE LEFTOVERS” “kids please stop yelling” “JEREMY STARTED IT”

y’know how siblings can be embarrassing? never a problem with you two. the reason? both of you have plenty of embarrassing stories about each other and no one else will ever hear them

the closest it’s ever come is when you kinda just popped into jeremy’s room while he was playing video games with michael and nearly spilled a story about jeremy before u got a quick jab in the side

“nO NO [Y/N] GO ON” “[y/n] i swear i will tell him about the time-” “michael i value my life so…”

michael still wants to know about the time at the amusement park.

he’ll never get to know. not from you, at least.

BTW THE TWO OF YOU??? POKEMON GO

YOU HUNT.

YOU  G O 

michael joins but sometimes it’s just “no sibling bonding time we gotta”

alright i’m done sorry if shit is ooc i spent over 3 hours on this

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ok because my first plan didn't work out.. fuck marry kill: Chloe, Brooke, Jenna

since it’s been fuck, marry, get drunk with im gonna keep going with that

uh

marry brooke, fuck chloe, get drunk with jenna

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can we see a jealous reader being jelly because of Jeremy's crush on Christine

saved!

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unrequited [jeremy h. x reader]

( @pariswithamustache can we see a jealous reader being jelly because of Jeremy's crush on Christine )

titles it jeremy x reader when its one sided because why not.

also it kinda steers away form jealous reader to reader and michael being buddies and more pining than jealousy sometimes also sorry if this isnt what u wanted hhhh

warnings: can the fact it’s one sided be a warning. as in like. no romance. also general swearing but that happens anytime i write anything so

     You always knew the exact moment Jeremy saw Christine. You, him, and Michael would be in a conversation about something and then Jeremy would stop talking or maybe he’d sit there like an idiot with a straw in his mouth as he stared off in the distance, but he’d stop. You didn’t even have to look up to tell he saw her, and Michael would always glance your way the moment it happened. You’d clear your throat - maybe nudge Jeremy if needed - and that would be enough to snap him out of his thoughts. Sometimes it’d last only a second, sometime it’s be a few, but never too long.

    “Sorry,” he’d always say. And then he’d gush about Christine. You and Michael would glance at each other, just knowing.

     One day he surprised the two of you, in the middle of Michael explaining that Jeremy doesn’t have to be strong or cool. You had figured out that Jeremy had stopped listening

    “I think I’m going to sign up for the play.”

     You nearly choked on your soda, your arm flying to your mouth. Michael slid a napkin across the table to you before he answered Jeremy. “Why?”

     Jeremy only smiled and looked over to the sign-up sheet was pinned up where a certain girl stood in front of it, pushed onto the balls of her feet as she signed at the top line. “Christine’s signing up for the play.”

    “She always does, Jeremy.”

    “I know, but... maybe this time if I sign up, I can talk to her!”

     How do you know she’ll even like you? You wanted to spit the thought at him, but you can’t. He’s so happy. “Go for it, then.” Michael looked at you again. You ignored it. “If it’s what you want, Jer, then just go for it.”

     Apparently Jeremy didn’t expect that, but he was glowing with happiness.  “Alright! Thanks, [y/n],” he said and smiled at you, and the wall you’d built crumbled ever so slightly.

     Lunch passed. Jeremy left you and Michael minutes earlier, giving him enough time to cross the lunchroom and sign his name. Michael only watched as you balled your fist as you watched a nearby group of popular people give him shit for it.

    “Don’t.” He warned softly.

    “I won’t,” you said, “fuck, Michael. It’s not even them.”

     He frowned. “I know.”

    “Just... I wish he didn’t talk about her everyday.”

    “I know, just...” He frowned, about to say something as the bell rings. “C’mon. We gotta get to class.”

     You sat between Jeremy and Michael on the floor, listening and watching them scream at Apocalypse of the Damned. For people that immediately made fun of Jeremy for signing up for the play, they were quick to change their mind - especially Rich Goranski. You caught a glimpse of Jeremy’s backpack lying against the wall, BOYF still written boldly across the top of it - how the fuck does Rich do that and then just turn around and-

    “Maybe... it’ll help me talk to Christine.”

    The way Jeremy had gone quiet, his voice barely above a whisper as he died, GAME OVER appearing in blood red letters but Jeremy didn’t look, his attention falling down to his hands as he fumbled with the controller. As nice as Mr.Heere was, you could tell that the lack of him being in Jeremy’s life was starting to really get to him. You didn’t blame either of them - how could you, really? Everyone dealt with things differently.

     You just wished that they’d talk. Maybe then it’d be different. Maybe then-

    “...[y/n]? You there?”

     You looked up, a soft “mmh?” escaping your throat as you stared blankly, before looking back to Michael.

    “We’re gonna go see if Rich’s story checks out. You coming?”

     You nodded. Jeremy smiled and you felt warmth that could rival the sun’s blossom in yous chest, your heart damn nearly skipping a beat and you had to wonder why was it Jeremy, why did you fall for Jeremy, out of everyone, why did it have to be the one boy that was your friend and infatuated with someone else? You followed the two out of the house and bit back your feelings as you plucked at the edge of your shirt.

     At least Jeremy was happy.

    “Since when does Jeremy eat lunch with Rich Goranski? Or Chloe or Brook or-”

     Michael slid into the seat across from you, the sound of a tray hitting the table grabbing your attention as you shut your math notebook, ignoring the note you’d scribbled in the corner to Jeremy - who acted as if you weren’t even sitting next to him the entire time. And did his work. Math wasn’t even his thing sometimes - he was fine when it came to any sort of science-y math, but geometry? 

    Jeremy hated geometry. It was one of the classes the two of you spent complaining about how bullshit it was while you pushed through the word, whether answers be wrong or right. And today he was silent. he didn’t look at you, he didn’t greet you, he didn’t do anything. The two of you had suddenly been pushed a million worlds apart and you weren’t sure why.

    “Dunno.” You chewed the inside of your cheek, “he didn’t talk to me earlier.”

    “Yeah,” Michael muttered, “it was like I wasn’t even there.”

     You looked back to your hands. “Did we do something?” You paused. “I mean, he left the mall yesterday. He didn’t even say anything to us-”

    “I know,” he frowned. “Fuck, I know.”

     Then again. “Michael? You don’t think it could have worked... do you?”

     “What? No! The... thing wouldn’t just make him ignore us like this.”

     You shrugged. “It was just a thought.” Michael frowned once more. You drummed your fingers your arm as you thought. “... you wanna play Apocalypse of the Damned? I mean, I’m not that good, but we could still play.”

    “Jeremy has it.”

    “Oh. Yeah, shit, you’re right.”

    “... I do have Melee, though.” Michael smiled a little - even if it was forced.

    “I gotta meet Mrs.Andrews after school though,” you said, “do you mind waiting?”

    “Nah. Why this time?”

    “Dunno. I think she found one of my “missing essays”.”

    “Is she still giving you shit for that?”

    “Yeah. She is. I mean, I don’t blame her - I’ve lost homework in the past but essays? Dude, I don’t lose essays. They cost too much and I remembered turning them in-”

    “I still don’t get why she didn’t just have you print them out again.”

    “She was close to it.”

     For once, you and Michael talked. It was nice. But it was still missing Jeremy.

     Michael was upset when you emerged from the classroom, the forced smile he had twitching slightly as he held himself together by the seams, putting on the best I’m okay, I swear face he could muster up. You slipped your hand into his and guided him out of the school and toward the emptying parking lot. When you looked back to Michael, you expected him to break - even slightly - but he didn’t. He only walked out to his car, unlocking it and climbing into the driver’s side after slinging his backpack into the backseat and you could see him holding back from slamming the door. Michael had a thing about slamming his car doors because he didn’t want to fuck up the windows, so even if it was something small  - there was something that grounded him.

     He gripped the steering wheel tightly.

    “You were right.”

     You had just slid into the passenger seat - something you would have fought Jeremy for - when he spoke. “Michael?”

    “You were fucking right.”

    “Fuck, Michael-”

    “He didn’t even know we were there. Then he looked off, as if he was talking to someone else and then he left without another word. I’m just-” He let out a groan, “fuck, I hate this bullshit.”

     “I know.”

     You were lying on the floor next to Michael’s bed, staring at the ceiling, and thinking. As angry as you were with Jeremy, part of you just... wished he was there. You wished he was lying in the middle of Michael’s bed with you and Michael on either side, arguing over the best generation of Pokemon, or sitting up playing video games together for once. You missed the way your heart would flutter at the slightest brush against you sometimes, the way that Michael would tease you over how you were blushing the moment that Jeremy left the room, the way Jeremy would laugh at you two bickering over him even though he didn’t know it was him you were talking about. There would be moments that sometimes the three of you would fall asleep close enough that your back would be against Jeremy’s or sometimes you’d end up with Jeremy’s head on your shoulder and Michael would be curled up close to Jeremy and it’d be quiet and nice and warm and safe.

    “Hey... [y/n]? You awake?”

    “Yeah.”

    “You thinking about Jeremy?”

    “... Yeah. I am.”

     He sighed. “C’mon. I know the floor sucks.”

     You stood slowly, carrying the blanket Michael had thrown down to you before climbing onto the free side of the bed. You wrapped the blanket closer to your body as you looked to Michael. “I wish Jeremy didn’t like Christine.”

    “[y/n]-”

    “I know how that sounds but I do. Because maybe he wouldn’t have thought he needed to change. Maybe he’d still be here if he didn’t like Christine. Fuck, Michael, I can’t help but think about him.”

     When Michael didn’t speak, you continued, “I liked having Jeremy here. I liked it when we were all happy. I miss his laugh and I miss him being oblivious sometimes and I miss yelling at him because he threw a red shell at me for the fourth fucking time when we were Mario Kart. Fuck, it hasn’t been a day and I’m already weak as fuck and missing him.”

     Michael still didn’t speak.

    “I seem pathetic, don’t I? Fuck, I can’t even go one day without Jeremy fucking Heere.” You breathed in, looking over to Michael, “lok, Michael, I’m sorry. I just... I miss him.”

     “... Me too.”

     You caught a glimpse of Michael’s backpack, sitting against the wall close to the door. RIENDS was still written across it in the same bold lettering. Jeremy would probably buy a new fucking backpack or some shit.

    “Fuck Jeremy,” you ended up muttering at some point. Michael chuckled. Even for something so small, it meant so much. 

     As you started to drift off, you heard him softly speak. “Fuck Jeremy.”