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kraiyan · 3 years ago

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i made my own little headcannons to fit in if michael and jeremy were dating and a bunch of other stuff that i don’t want to spoil so take my headcannons and please don’t pay attention to my overuse of the words ‘so’ and ‘like’

i wrote this headcannons for me in my notes so there are mentions of panic/anxiety attacks, light mentions of an eating disorder, nightmares, and self harm but i’ll just put a trigger warning for when those parts show up and if i missed anything that is triggering please let me know

- michael is trans and gay and jeremy is bisexual

- i think they would’ve been friends since kindergarten so they grew up telling each other EVERYTHING

- i feel like michael was really girly as a kid but in like 6th grade he just completely switched to like tomboy but he didn’t do on purpose it just happened

- then in seventh grade michael told jeremy he wanted to be a boy then after that with help from jeremy he came out to his moms

- michael had a crush in jeremy since 7th grade but i don’t think jeremy was his first crush

- i think since michael was straight when he was a girl he just assumed he was straight as a boy and his sexual awakening was captain sparklez

- michael has two moms and jeremys mom would’ve died in a car accident so it’s just him and his dad

- i imagine they confessed to each other in their second year of high school

- (TW: mentions of abuse) jeremy realized he liked michael in freshman year and it was really bad he could not stop thinking about him so when he got squip squip l would not stop punishing him for it

- so jeremy definitely has some problems with his bisexuality

- after years of pining for each other when they finally kissed jeremy could not stop panicking about it

- like they went to sleep fine but he was internally panicking and he tried to keep it together but the next day he absolutely broke just started sobbing saying over and over again “is this okay, are we okay”

- michael is the type to listen to a vulgar music to help his dysphoria

- so him and jeremy are in his car michael plugs in his phone and just starts singings “hoes want to be seen with me and i like their big thick titties”

- and jeremy can do nothing else but be like michael what the fuck

- they decided to keep their relationship a secret and not tell anyone bc of jeremy still coming to terms with himself and he didn’t think his dad would understand

- but i feel like michael moms had already pieced together that they were dating and jeremy didn’t mind that they knew bc they’re literally lesbians but every time jeremy came over from that point forward they had to keep their door open

-(TW: mention of an eating disorder) in a different angstier au jeremy would struggle with eating as a control thing after squip

- (TW: mention of an eating disorder) in an angstier au michael would have an eating disorder cause dysphoria

- i feel like once he realized he was trans he had really bad dysphoria but like with therapy and stuff he got over it

- so i think michael really liked afycso and had it on a vinyl and now jeremy knows all the words

- they don’t do anything at school because jeremy is still uncomfortable so they just pursuit their relationship between closed doors and michaels car in an empty parking lot

- i feel like they both got really excited when michael got referred to as sir for the first time

- jeremy and michael grew up together but ironically when puberty hit michael started to wear baggy clothes than he wore a binder than he wore super baggy clothes to hide his tits after coming out but during squip he had time to self reflect and work on his dysphoria so when jeremy saw michael outside of school he kinda said TITS and was so caught off guard by them

-(TW: mentions of self harm scars) i think michael has sh scars due to losing his childhood best friend and the whole panic attack in the bathroom thing and jeremys seen them but didn’t bring it up to michael because they’re fading so he obviously doesn’t do it anymore but it was a huge shock for jeremy to find out

- they never brought it up tho and it was never discussed bc who cares it was in the past

- michael pants his nails black and i think on some very rare occasion jeremy would paint his nails too (like the way karl paint his) and michael has lots of nail polish cuz on the rare occasion he paints his nails different colors and he repainted his nails every two weeks

- no matter how many times michael has changed in the same room as jeremy even let jeremy help take off his binder jeremy will never not get shy when he changes and will always ask to go into another room

- jeremy is a coffee person but not hot coffe because he always drinks it too early and burns his tongue

- he originally bought his hoodie™️ in really huge size to battle dysphoria but that just made the hoodie last for years

- jeremys name in michaels phone is something very gay and lovey and shit and michaels name on jeremys phone is just michael :)

- jeremy would come home all suspicious and and red faced after him and michael came from an empty parking lot that his dad would not stop begging him to meet this girlfriend of his

- i don’t think jeremy told his dad him and michael were playing a game or something and they kiss jeremys dad comes in and is like what 😦

-and his dad is shocked that he has been pushing girlfriend but he has a boyfriend and is just soooooo awkward about it and never sees michael the same but never makes any rules about them bc he doesn’t want to be homophobic 😭

- i don’t think he was really not supportive but it took him a bit to get used to it but it was so new to him and he was just so phased he just kinda talked to jeremy about his sexuality then left it at that

- they are like gendebend bubbline (marshal lee and the other one yk)

- michael has a queen vinyl the listen to a lot

- so i think michael would still smoke a bit and one time he convinced jeremy to do it with him and jeremy mainly coughed a lot then they just made out the rest of the time but they didn’t tell their parents they would be staying out after school and they both got in trouble

- michael gets blue raspberry and jeremy gets cherry but he also gets coke sometimes too (slushy flavors)

- at the beginning of their relationship they had to take it really slow so that jeremy would feel coqmfortable

- (TW: mentions of panic attacks) so jeremy has nightmares of squip and he wakes up having panic attacks and it’s really tiring bc he only gets 2 hours of sleep if he has these nightmares

- (TW: mentions of panic attacks) i feel like along with his nightmares he also had panic attacks that squip would punish him for pursuing a relationship with a guy let alone michael

- so after he got over his nightmares he just struggled with sleeping and nighttime in general like just fear around going to sleep

- so he often stayed up alll night to avoid sleeping and would like go to bed at 6 or on a good day 4 or 5

- so i think to get over his fear he had to make a routine first he would make some sort of hot drink or just water (mostly sleepy time tea) then he would text michael that he was going to sleep he also wears the same pajamas every time he goes to sleep just to make sure the routine really works then lastly he reads a comic book then he goes to bed

- i think the reason jeremy couldn’t sleep well after getting over the nightmares is because even if squip doesn’t haunt him enough to show up in his dreams anymore it still haunts him enough to stress him out constantly so he doesn’t sleep well

- to conclude the nightmare and sleeping saga jeremy basically has a night routine and sleeps with a night light

- i feel like they both go to therapy but we’re to scared to tell each other (and they both started going to therapy before they started dating)

- so fast forward they’re dating and are trying to plan a date and jeremys like i’m busy on monday at 1 and my dad needs me to help him with something on tuesday so how about wednesday at 3 and michaels like i have somewhere to be like at 3:30 and jeremys like where do you have to be and michaels like where do YOU have to be and so they count to three and say where they’re going to be and they both say therapy and then they’re like you go to therapy i think that would be so cute

- so michael has really thick glasses like his vision is awful so if jeremy is mad at michael he would wake up early and move his glasses over so michael would have to struggle to get out of bed and look for them with his poor ass vision

- he can see things right in front of his face but as soon as it moves a bit too far it’s blurry

- and speaking of his galsses if they’re really kissing along the way jeremy would take of his glasses so they could get closer to each other’s faces (like how elle and tao do in heartstopper )

- michael and jeremy have been friends way too long to not have practiced kissing with each other

- i think christine was a long time crush for jeremy so he definitely practiced kissing michael a lot since they were in 6th grade and michael was just soaking that shit up

- he’d be like what if she wants to make out we should practice that and jeremys like oh yeah you’re right and michael would be so freaking happy

- but they definitely got caught by jeremys dad and he laughed it off cause what else are you meant to when your 11 year old son and his 12 year old best friend are kissing each other

- they didn’t do it anymore after that cause they were soooooooooo embarrassed

- so i don’t talk about the rest of the characters but i’m about to make a headcannon including them so i’m gonna say my headcannons

- so chole is demisexual and panromantic

- brooke is a lesbian

- rich is bisexual and trans

- jake is pan

- jenna is questioning or straight

- and christine is aro/ace

- so i think jeremy and christine dated for a bit then christine broke up with him cause she was all like i can see the way you look at michael and also because she realized she was feeling intense platonic attraction not romantic

- and also i think they’re all friends so they have a group chat where they send homework answers and stuff

- so i think one time jeremy is doing his nighttime routine but this particular night he’s really tired so he texts michael goodnight bby <3 love u then skips the comic book reading and goes to bed but he sent it to their group chat so as soon as he got situated into bed all he hears is his phone going off so he has to check and it’s just everyone freaking out

- so he like fully sits up is looking at his phone in complete shock then realizes he never said a name so they are like who’s this mystery girl

- so he calls michael tells him about the situation then decides he’s ready to come out

- so the next day they’re more handsy then usual like jeremy wiped something off his face michael saw that he was cold and pulled him real close and their friends are like okayyyyy

- but mind you christine knew that jeremy liked michael so she knew exactly what was happening

- so at the end of the day their friend group is making plans to hang out but everyone was busy so jeremy goes well i’ll see you guys tomorrow waves at everyone kisses michael then starts walking to his house then michaels like yea i’m gonna head home to and like drives away and from that day forward their friends would not stop teasing them and were impressed they could keep there secret for so long

- so i feel like michaels moms both have jobs that run late so mom #1 is an er nurse and mom #2 is an account so this leaves michael a lot of time of being alone in his house so naturally you need to take advantage

- so one time mom #2 gets home and walks in just to see jeremy fully on the counter making out with her son

- i don’t think they got in trouble but his mom was like please not on the counter

- and then there was another time where mom #1 came home on her break cause she doesn’t live far from the er so she like yells to michael that she’s home

- and so naturally you come down to hug your mom so he comes down to greet his mom with a red faced jeremy behind him and his mom thought this was so fucking funny but as soon as she’s done laughing she immediately goes anytime jeremys over the doors open and that was the end of it

- everyone has this one thing that someone does that make them all blushy and stuff

- for jeremy it’s when michael wears fitting clothes cause michael is known to wear hoodies or just baggy clothes in general so when michael does get hot and needs to like put something on he puts on one of those body fitting v necks and jeremy losses his shit like he’s fully blushing and avoiding eye contact and since michael changed cause he was hot he’s sure that jeremy is so hot that his face is turning red and he’s embarrassed to say to take off his cardigan so the entire time jeremy is being full homo for his boyfriend michael is thinking he’s about to pass out from a heat stroke

- so i think jeremy enjoys this so much that for the first week of spring michael will only wear fitted clothes because jeremy loves it

- for michael it’s when he’s kissing jeremys neck and jeremy runs his hand thru his hair and pulls it a little when this happens michael loses all common sense one because jeremys enjoying himself so much that he has to kinda tug on michaels hair and two he’s enjoying it so much he doesn’t have time to think that squip is going to punish him and that makes michael just lose his mind so by the time they’ve pulled apart jeremy as sooooo many hickies and they both look at each other like what the fuck did we just do

- moving right along i feel like when jeremy wakes up at night and is terrified to go back to sleep if him and michael are sleeping together he will like hug him until he gets back to sleep and it works every time

- when they were like 7 jeremy got really sick with the flu and michael was so scared that he was going to die so he kissed him while he was sleeping because if his best friend was gonna die so was he and the next day he got really sick with the flu and jeremy would not stop crying because he thought that since michael refused to leave his side he got him sick…they’re idiots

- jeremy is the type to go to school with the worst fever ever he could throw up in the middle of the school day and still not go to the nurse and if he got sick during junior year forget it you had to strap him down to his bed if you wanted him to take a day off like michael had to sedecue him into staying in bed and taking medication so that he could feel better

#be more chill #boyf riends #bmc #bmc headcanons #bmc michael #bmc jeremy

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ruby-whistler · 3 years ago

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hey, so!! i was in the car for a couple of hours yesterday and all i did was listen to music and make animatics in my head. so here are a few songs i thought i could ramble about that fit certain arcs/characters

pitiful children - be more chill

starring:

c!wilbur as squip

c!tommy as jeremy

l’manberg as the squip’s influence

l’manberg members as “the children”

c!dream as the confused guy in the background

“then i invaded” because that’s what. yes. c!wilbur moment.

basically, he’s convincing tommy that everyone is “incomplete” or “in pain” because of the “obsolete operating system” that is dream’s “rule”. that’s a lot of quotation marks right there. he’s saying how they’re going to “save” them by making them loyal (“let’s complete their chains”) to l’manberg. “let’s teach the pitiful children, who just haven’t a clue, just what to do” - you know, the whole “you’re naive, that’s good” thing because c!wilbur is scarily smart.

he’s trying to make c!tommy think the world will be better - “shiny happy people singing sweetly, gone is human error and fear” (again, criticizing c!dream) - if they make l’manberg and if l’manberg wins. the usual.

“every issue tucked away so neatly, if you feel a sob or tear, just turn that knob and switch that gear” probably my favorite lyric in the musical. this could be c!wilbur hiding the fact that he has Issues because of the stress he’s putting on himself, as well as the fear of being controlled, via trying to gain more power with the elections and pretending that he is fine and definitely not spiraling.

the next “pitiful children” switches into wilbur trying to convince dream to give him the tnt to “save” people. jeremy changes from tommy to dream; dream sees tommy beaten down and exhausted from the rebellion and does what he thinks is necessary.

the instrumental pause are the events of the 16th, and the next chorus and last upbeat verse is dream thinking everything will be “wonderful” again and no one will feel “left out or unsure”, that he can fix what wilbur broke - that he can have his happy family back, and being determined to get it. “when we rule” refers to the final disc confrontation and the vault.

basically, the song could be used for c!dream and c!wilbur’s parallels.

over all it’s a banger song. yes i did have a bmc phase, next.

unaligned - the undertale neutral route fansong

c!ranboo, 100%. it matches him so well.

“The brave and foolish ones

They walk not on the center

The signs are pointing every way

And I don't know which route's better

Some will take the fall

And some will see tomorrow

I could be the light or darkness

Redemption or sorrow

How could I live on with what I've done?

You took me in, showed me love when I had nowhere to run

You offered me your everything and I threw it all away

My indecision keeps me unaligned”

this could be his regrets for technically “betraying” l’manberg by helping c!techno and c!phil even though they gave him a home when he had no place to stay. could also apply to the community house and c!dream, with him not wanting to believe or “live on” with what he’s allegedly done.

his indecision, not wanting to be on any side, is what keeps him “unaligned”, because he doesn’t know “which route’s better”. light or darkness matches up with his aesthetic as well.

bring that fire - war*hall

looping this song for hours on end is the reason why i made this infamous post.

this is a dream smp army (sapnap, dream, george, punz) song, no questions asked. the freaking hype i feel is exactly the rush i got from seeing them kill it. it being l’manbergians - and, hey, look. i never said dream was some weak-minded woobified idiot, alright? i despise l’manberg with my soul, so that is the true evil, but in the l’manberg war, dream’s a brilliant anti-hero. he did kill people, but he was very fun doing it, and he was in the right, and they asked for it, so. anti-hero vibes.

as well as everyone else - i freaking love them, did i say that yet? yes, so these lyrics really match their ruthlessness and how they were determined to win, taking it further and further to assure victory (beloveds) -

“No stopping me

Breaking barriers

I keep on crushing it till I am done

I didn't get here by accident

No I've been gunning it since I was young

Better believe I'll be standing

There ain't no moon that can outturn the sun

I didn't get here by accident

No I've been gunning it since I was young

Second to none

Been gunning it since I was young

I'm standing at the edge now

It's about to go down

I'm gonna take it higher

It's time for me to light it

So they can't deny it

Ay!

Bring that fire!”

“If you take a shot, boy, you better not miss

'Cuz it won't ever happen again

You gonna wake up and not even know what your name is or where you have been

Better be ready to bleed if you think that you have any hope for a win”

“I never go dim

'Cuz I only know how to win”

i miss them. bring them back. i want them to fight more revolutionaries. they only know how to win and they Freaking Did LET’S GOOOOOOOOO

song’s a banger idk where or when it’s from but please listen to it.

pity party - melanie martinez

dream stuck alone in prison feeling his sanity slip away from him piece by piece in isolation, wondering where everyone is and why they aren’t coming :)

“did my invitations disappear? why’d i put my heart on every cursive letter? tell me why the hell no one is here?”

like, you know. people who he still cared about. the thank you notes he made. also, exile arc parallels.

“tell me what to do to make it all feel better”

[ Dream tried to swim in lava ]

[ Dream went up in flames ]

“maybe it’s a cruel joke on me, whatever”

sam being cruel to him, dream being convinced everyone hates him and he deserves this after all, forcing himself not to care.

“i’ll cry until the candles burn down this place

i’ll cry until my pity party’s in flames”

[ Dream burned to death ]

[ Dream tried to swim in lava ]

“maybe if I knew all of them well i wouldn't have been trapped inside this hell that holds me”

pandora’s box - maybe if he had more allies, more friends, more people on his side, they’d not let him suffer like this. they’d come help him, get him out.

“i’m laughin', i’m cryin'”

the whole ‘laughing at tommy’s death’ bit as well as the fact that - yeah, he’s not been doing very well mentally in there, has he.

“it feels like i’m dyin'

i’m dyin', i’m dyin'”

[ Dream tried to swim in lava ]

[ Dream burned to death ]

[ Dream tried to swim in lava ]

[ Dream went up in flames ]

that’s all! i don’t know what this post is. feel free to send in songs, i have a playlist.

#dream smp #ruby’s rambles #implied sh #long post

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nightfuryobsessed · 4 years ago

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Not Him

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“So, where are you from Sapnap,” Dream asks as he made several pieces of bread for himself and his new friend. It had been a while since anyone was around and Dream was already attached.

“Uh...I can’t really say, it’s the whole point of my job. I just keep an eye on things and make sure that if things go wrong, everyone else is safe. Honestly, that’s kinda why I’m here.”

Dream waited for the other to elaborate but he never did. The masked man hummed before turning back to his work.

“Wait, if you help others, what happens to you?”

There was no answer, making the golden-brown haired male look towards his new friend. He could read the other’s body language and knew that something was wrong.

“You’re not telling me something, I can tell. I know when people aren’t telling me something. Give me the real story.”

Sapnap was quiet before sighing and sat on the cobblestone that made up the blacksmith house he was smelting at.

“Alright...I’m a scientist at the SCP foundation. We secure, contain, and protect the general public from entities, SCP’s, that are anomalies. These anomalies come in all kinds of sizes and classes, from safe classes such as 999, the Tickle Monster, all the way up to a creature that can destroy the entire universe if it wanted to.

“That’s why I’m here...you’re a part of an SCP. We call yours SCP-0643, the masked man. We don’t know where it came from or why, but we found it and took it in. It’s extremely dangerous and all its victims have some kind of box on their face with headphones-”

“Boxes with headphones? Wait, VR? Why would it make them go into VR? Is that why others show up here,” Dream interrupts with fear in his voice. Sapnap paused and looked up at the other male, noticing black creeping up his mask.

“Uh...Dream? Are you okay?”

“I-it didn’t hurt them right? I-it said it would only protect me...no one should have known about us...t-they said it’d just be until I got more help...”

Sapnap jumped to stand up, drawing his sword and held it in both hands, trembling as Dream’s mask turned completely black with oddly mixed green and yellow eyes and a red smile.

“D-Dream?”

“I’m not Dream! I am Clay, I’m not him, I’m not that monster,” the blond haired male shouted, holding his head in his hands and trembling, his hands changing into long claws, black and purple wings sprouting from his back as his clothes turned to a dark gray.

“W-what the hell?!”

“Oh SaPnAp~”

That term. How it was said. The raven haired male froze, terror running through his body.

Suddenly, Clay jumped forward, a blade in hand and quickly swinging at the other, attacking so fast that Sapnap couldn’t help but shout in pain as he was hit. He blocked with his sword before jumping up and ran, shouting, hoping that help would come or that Clay came back to his senses.

“No,” Sapnap exclaimed, skidding to a halt just a few feet away from the top of a several mile high drop. There wasn’t any hope of surviving the fall, regardless of this world’s odd logic.

“No WhErE tO rUn SaPnAp~” Clay purred, his mask moved to show his green and deep jungle green eye and his scarf had fallen off at some point of their chase. He looked truly deranged and mad.

There was no way out of this.

“Come on Clay, you know me, it’ll be okay,” he tried to reason. He gasped and raised his arms to defend himself, only to be rewarded with the other male’s cry of pain.

Sapnap looked up and was shocked to find George with an axe and shield.

“George!”

“Get out of here Sapnap, I can take him!”

Sapnap ran to the side, watching his friend and SCP fight. He could tell that George was in trouble when he held his shield up and slowly knelt to the floor.

“That’s it George~ Kneel for your king~ StOp FiGhTiNg Me,” Clay screamed, his fangs gleaming and dangerous as he continuously scratched and hit the goggle wearing male’s shield.

“Clay stop it,” Sapnap shouted, running and jumping, his sword drawn and taking the SCP off guard.

Clay roared in pain as Sapnap sliced his face, from above his eyebrow down to his cheek. He moved away from the two men and held his face in hand, his wings rising above him as black and purple scales covered more and more of his body.

In the snap of an eye, Dream had made Sapnap kneel, having cut at his knee and leg, then did the same to George. He stood in front of the two men with a smirk, obviously deranged and mad, twitching and clicking to himself.

“I’m the ruler of this game~ He protects me~ Gives me subjects to rule over~ It’s not your fault you were chosen~ It’s just your fault that you went against me~ Now I have to make sure you follow the rules next time~”

Clay raised his claw to his back, pulling a double edged sword from his back sheathe. He smirked as he pulled it to George’s neck.

“Clay stop, I’m the one who brought this up, leave George out of this,” Sapnap shouted, moving forward a bit and bared his neck, showing that he was willing to take George’s punishment instead.

The corrupted man looked down at the raven haired male, confused for a moment before something snapped inside him and his eyes changed color again, back to their normal brown and green color. He panted as the scales on his body faded away, quickly reaching for his mask to cover his face again and ran off before the other two could say or do anything.

Sapnap watched the other male run off, trying to stand only to fall back to a knee, his leg still healing from his injury.

“Sapnap, who was that,” George asks, worried about meeting the blond haired man again.

“That’s Clay, SCP-0643-C...he’s the original version of the SCP.”

“Wait, so he’s-”“-patient zero. In all sense of the word,” Sapnap interjects, carefully moving to sit down, one leg crossed and the other out to try and help the healing process.

“How long will healing take here? It’s different than normal but I don’t know how much exactly.”

“Not too much longer. We’ll have to get some gear before facing Clay again. And when we find him, try not to call him Dream. I think it sets something off for him.”

“Right...guess it’s hide and seek for a bit.”

Sapnap was quiet for a moment before carefully standing up and nodded. His leg felt like it was just asleep, the odd prickling feeling odd yet bearable for now.

“Come on, let’s go. We’ll help you Clay, I swear,” he says, mumbling the last part more to himself than anything else.

#SCP Dream #my writing #SCP Dream topic #dteam SCP au #SCP 0643 #Fan made SCP

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sanderssquip-au · 4 years ago

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Broadway - Part 2

The squip didn't get a room. It was to be expected, since, as it had told them multiple times:

I'm not one of you. I wouldn't expect the same rules to apply. Besides, I don't need to rest, I'm a computer.

But, Roman had insisted on designing a room for it - either out of attachment to it or just his own need to design something - and while he was working on it, Patton had insisted on letting it stay in his room while it didn't have anything to do.

I don't see why this is necessary. It complained. I can just shut myself down. A physical presence isn't required at all times.

"Yeah, but I wanna talk to you!" Patton pressed, jumping up onto his bed and sitting cross-legged on a pillow, throwing one to the foot of the bed and beckoning the squip to do the same. It tentatively climbed up and sat on top of the brightly-coloured, fluffy pillow - sporting a picture of a cartoon cat and a cute slogan - mimicking Patton's position. Patton clapped happily and laughed. "So? Whaddaya think?"

The squip raised an eyebrow. Of... what?

"The mindscape!" He made a sweeping motion with his arms. "Thomas! Us! Y'know!"

Well, you're all certainly... interesting. I suppose I should be lucky to have the help, even if it is unconventional.

Patton nodded enthusiastically. "It's been kinda stressful recently, and we're... working through some stuff, so I sorta feel bad for having you come in at such a bad time..."

Patton, I was literally programmed to deal with situations like this. Honestly, it's rare that a host isn't having a crisis when they first take a squip.

It quickly doubled back on itself.

Which isn't to say that I won't be needed once he's moved on from this, of course.

"Hey, no need to stress-"

I'm not stressing.

"-Thomas is in a constant state of crisis! You'll be fine."

The squip scoffed amusedly. That may be true, but what I meant is that I have other functions. My overall purpose, as it stands, is to assist Thomas in achieving his 'dreams.' Assistance in mental health is simply a means to an end.

Patton mused for a moment. "So... You're mostly helping Roman, right?"

On a basic level.

"Cool!" He beamed. "Don't- uh- don't tell him I said this, but I think he could kinda use the help. He's... uh... not doing so good at the moment."

And the relief Patton felt when the squip's expression fell to one of seemingly genuine concern was almost tangible. He knew it couldn't be totally stoic.

I can't say I'm surprised, but what's wrong with him?

"Wait wait wait- why wouldn't you be surprised?" The father figment tilted his head in confusion. "He's been fairly alright since you arrived, I was just worried about-"

Well, I won't pretend to know him better than you, but taking into consideration the way he talks about himself, the posture he keeps, and- to put it simply- his thinly veiled facade of overconfidence, it appears to me as if he's incredibly insecure, and oversells himself to a laughable extent to avoid being ignored or seen as boring. If he were a human, I would guess that some of his issues stemmed from being compared to a sibling, but I sincerely doubt that you 'sides' have familial relations, so- why are you looking at me like that?

"He has a brother."

Excuse me? The hologram looked genuinely confused.

"He has a brother!" Patton repeated excitedly. "How did you- was that a guess? How did you know that? That's crazy! You're amazing!"

I know. It smirked, straightening its tie. But, really, behavioural analysis is rather simple for me, and your prince is... particularly easy to read. Now, the half-snake, on the other hand... he's a challenge. I'm certainly looking forward to cracking that puzzle.

"Janus? Oh! You two'd get along! I should introduce you! Y'know, properly. I know you've met, technically, but-"

The squip waved it off. No worries, I know what you meant. I'd like that, actually.

It smiled in a friendly sort of manner, then paused and quickly doubled back, clearing its throat. Or, rather, making a noise similar to that. It was still pretty unclear how it worked.

Getting to know you all better would be beneficial for all parties. That's what I meant. What I'd 'like' is - of course - irrelevant.

Patton frowned. "Why's that? You're just as important as-"

It held up a hand. Don't mistake objective fact for self-deprecation. I was designed for one single purpose, and therefore even if I could 'want' - and it's doubtful that I can, being an AI - anything I might 'want' personally is, simply speaking, irrelevant. I just misspoke. That's all.

Patton raised an eyebrow skeptically.

I'm not sure what you're implying.

"You're not, like, self-aware? At all?"

If I were, it would be quite worrying. It laughed.

"You're dodging the question."

Irrelevant. Its tone was completely composed, but it was noticeably avoiding Patton's eyes. What were we talking about?

"We were talking about how you're dodging the question."

A smile quirked up its lips. Incorrect. I believe we were talking about my remarkable talent for behavioural analysis?

Patton paused to think for a moment. "Maybe- wait, no, answer my question! Are you self-aware or not?"

Oh, for the record, are you aware that acting overly happy and inviting doesn't at all disguise discomfort or worry?

"Hey!" Patton protested. " I'm not worried about anything! That's Virgil's job. I'm here to welcome you, and welcome you I will!"

The squip just rolled its eyes and nodded. Of course. Because the manifestation of morality would have no issues whatsoever with what is essentially a cheat code for real life. I know you're concerned, Patton. I don't blame you.

Patton went quiet, and then nodded slightly. "I guess. It's- it's nothing against you!"

I know.

"It's just- well- Thomas is already in a bad state, and I'm just worried that maybe the stress of such a big change could... you know... not be so good for him. I'm sorry, does that sound bad?"

It shook its head. Not at all. I understand perfectly what you're trying to say, and I will do my best to make Thomas comfortable with my presence here. It may be a difficult adjustment, but I will do everything I can to help ease that.

"Yeah, of course. Of course! I'm just being silly!" Patton grinned. He immediately dropped the facade as the squip just stared straight through him. "M'sorry. I'm not- I really don't- I don't mean to sound rude, I promise! You're just..."

Morally questionable. It finished. I know.

"I guess, what I mean is, Thomas really should be living life of his own accord! And you're like... Like..."

Like playing life on easy mode, or so it's supposed to be.

"How do you keep finishing my-"

Sandwiches? It offered, unable to contain a smile.

"That's what I was gonna say!"

The two stared at each other for a moment, before simultaneously breaking into laughter. Patton smiled sheepishly. "S'nice to have you here. Maybe it'll be fine."

I'd certainly hope so, or what would be the point of my being here at all?

"Yeah... yeah, no, you're right!" Patton decided.

I tend to be.

"Yeah! You'll be fine. It'll be fine." He repeated to himself. The squip smiled patiently.

You don't have to be completely fine with it at first. You need time. Of course you need time. We both have Thomas's best interests at heart - that's what matters.

"Right!" Patton grinned, grabbing both of the squip's arms pulling it from its cushion and into a tight hug. It blinked confusedly (for effect, of course, because it didn't actually need to blink). "Welcome to the family, kiddo!"

I'm not your-

And then it paused. Because despite being nothing more than a hologram, the weight of Patton's arms felt... nice. It wasn't programmed for human attachment. But the gesture was intended as a pleasant one, or so it assumed, and just the concept of that made it smile slightly. It couldn't help it. And that was new, as well.

Of course. Thank you for having me.

#squip #bmc #be more chill #sanders sides #be more chill squip #patton sanders #crossover #crossover au #morality #sanderssquipau #sanders sides fic #is this enough tags #i'm bad at this

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paladin-lynx · 5 years ago

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Prompt: “What’s so funny?” with your Human SQUIP AU

I’m sorry this took me for-freaking-ever to get to. Life has gotten in the way lately and my motivation has been low, but I’ve been thinking a lot about BMC lately so here’s the piece! I decided to go with this prompt instead of “Can you forgive me?” since I used that one for another piece. Hope you enjoy! I feel like I’m a bit out of practice at the moment with writing, heh.

Send me a character/ship/fandom and a prompt and I’ll write something!

Fandom: Be More Chill (musical)

Ships: None

Setting: Post-musical AU where the SQUIP somehow returned as a human and was redeemed/rehabilitated by Jeremy (with the help of the rest of the squad), and lives with him having had nowhere else to go. He looks pretty similar to how he looked in Jeremy’s head, and physically he looks to be around college age.

There were a lot of characteristics that Squip still had that carried over from his supercomputer self, but the most noticeable one was his constant need for order.

Jeremy had a feeling it was because of how perfectionist the SQUIP had been, wanting to convert everyone’s emotions into neat little lines of code. That, and now that Squip had his own emotions to deal with, he desperately needed to feel in control of something as he adjusted to being a plain old human. Now that he was actually out in the real world instead of tucked away in Jeremy’s head just seeing everything through the boy’s eyes, it was no doubt everything seemed so much louder and more intimidating. And it was obvious that Squip didn’t like the fact that he could no longer just glance into the future and see the most plausible outcomes, even if he was starting to accept it as his new reality.

After all these months, Jeremy had learned that Squip would be doing one of a handful of things when he got back to the house after school: 1) sleeping, 2) hiding away in his room on his computer, or 3) cleaning. The Heere household hadn’t been this clean since Jeremy’s mother had left, and even then she had never been this much of a neat freak. Jeremy was half-convinced that one day Squip would run out of things to clean and he’d end up on a ladder just scrubbing the ceiling or something ridiculous like that. Jeremy had on many occasions wanted to joke to Squip about how absurd such an action would be, but he was worried Squip would do that thing where he would chuckle and then suddenly stop, get a thoughtful look in his eyes, rub his chin, and then wonder aloud if that was perhaps a good idea. Jeremy’s father had a habit of doing it, and Jeremy knew that he’d inherited it from him, and unfortunately it seemed Squip had fallen victim to the trend, as well.

Squip often got into a ‘zone’ when he was cleaning. Jeremy knew that it had a calming effect for him, and in a way he understood. It was something that allowed Squip to not have to acknowledge anything else happening around him and even the physical aspect of forcing the dirt off of something could act as stress relief. Jeremy likened it to how he and Michael used video games to escape reality for a little while, and when something was on their minds, maybe sometimes they pressed the buttons on their controllers a bit harder than usual or jerked this way and that more sporadically as they moved their characters across the screen. Actually, as of late, Jeremy also had that experience of going into the ‘zone’ when he coded. It was definitely a weird aftereffect of having had a supercomputer wedged into his brain, since he had never in his life even touched any coding language – except for maybe when he and Michael played around with the HTML on their Tumblr blog themes, but even then it had just been messing around and they’d joked that they had absolutely no idea what they were doing. But on a whim a little while after the SQUIPcident, Jeremy had installed an IDE and just messed around and somehow just knew what to do. He wasn’t an expert by any means, but he definitely knew more than anyone who’d never touched a programming textbook or even a simple tutorial online had any right to know.

Much like how Jeremy sometimes had to nudge Squip’s shoulder and tell him that hours had passed since he’d started cleaning, Squip often had to poke his head into Jeremy’s room and tell him that he’d been hunched over his computer – “even if I’m not shocking you anymore, I’d still recommend fixing your posture” – for God only knew how long.

When one was in the ‘zone’, though, it was easy to not really be aware of what people were saying to you. Jeremy and Michael found it hilarious that for someone who had once had the entire Internet at his figurative fingertips, Squip could be adorably oblivious sometimes. He fell for jokes, got confused at metaphors that he took literally, and oftentimes references flew right over his head until he took a moment. But when he was in the ‘zone’, it took even longer for him to realize he hadn’t caught on to something.

Michael, of course, was oft the one to take advantage of this and would nearly piss himself laughing as a result.

It was spring break, so Michael was over at Jeremy’s house more than normal. It was also the week of Passover, so the Heeres were doing their best to keep kosher for the holiday. Michael every year always incredulously asked how anyone could go a full seven days without bread, and every year Jeremy always just snickered at him. Squip had also been doing his best to uphold the restrictions for the holiday, but considering he was picky enough as it was when it came to food, Jeremy and his father were giving him a pass if he decided to ‘cheat’ – which Jeremy usually ended up doing a couple of times during the week each year anyway. But Jeremy wouldn’t forget how excited Squip had been to participate in the seders.

But because of the holiday and the rules about food, Mr. Heere had rearranged where they had everything in the kitchen, including Squip’s precious cleaning supplies. In hindsight, he and Jeremy probably should’ve realized that this would cause Squip to throw something of a fit, but they were so used to their routine every year that they hadn’t really thought of it.

In the midst of one of their hours-long video gaming sessions, Jeremy and Michael finally emerged from Jeremy’s room to pad downstairs and grab a snack. As much as Michael liked to tease Jeremy about not being able to eat a decent amount of his go-tos during Passover, Jeremy knew that Michael was a complete sucker for his father’s homemade desserts, just like on all the other holidays.

“Rich told me we should try a Nuzlocke one day,” Jeremy was saying as they made their way towards the kitchen.

Michael winced at the suggestion. “Are you kidding? I wouldn’t be able to handle the stress of it. And I damn-well know I’d cry if we lost any of our Pokémon.”

Jeremy smiled. “Then we’d just have to work extra carefully to make sure that doesn’t happen. And then we can rub it in Rich’s face.”

“You act as if he wouldn’t cry if one of his team died. Or you, for that matter!”

They snickered to themselves before halting as they got into the kitchen and saw Squip already in there, rummaging through the cabinets and muttering rapidly under his breath, switching between English and Japanese. Jeremy could only understand bits and pieces between how quickly Squip was speaking and also because he only knew so much anyway – another really weird side effect of having the SQUIP in his mind, and Jeremy had been told on multiple occasions that he himself sometimes randomly switched to Japanese when he was upset – but he definitely picked up on a few swears.

“Uh, hey, S,” Jeremy greeted carefully. He blinked when Squip didn’t even acknowledge him, closing the cabinet he was riffling through to open and scrounge through another.

Michael rolled his eyes, leaning on the kitchen island. “Yo, Squip-ster. What are you doing?”

Still no response. Michael thought for a moment. “What’s 24 times 83?”

“1,992,” Squip replied without missing a beat. That seemed to drag him back to reality and he paused, blinking, before he raised an eyebrow over his shoulder at the two boys. “Do you need something?”

“We were getting something to eat, but now we’re wondering what you’re up to,” Jeremy told him, tilting his head. “Are you okay? Are you…looking for something?”

“I can’t find my cleaners and sponges.” Squip turned away from them to continue looking through the cabinet. Jeremy had to smile a little as Squip referred to the supplies as his, considering Jeremy and Mr. Heere weren’t exactly known for keeping the house squeaky-clean. Jeremy’s room had never been cleaner than when he’d had his SQUIP, since it made him clean up the mess pretty much on day one. “I know your father moved some things around to hide all your chametz”—Jeremy couldn’t believe how natural Hebrew sounded coming from Squip when Jeremy had been learning it for years and still only sounded half-decent, but then again he supposed SQUIPs were programmed to be able to speak any language—“but I didn’t think he’d rearranged them to the point I wouldn’t be able to find anything…”

Jeremy would’ve loved to help, but truth be told, he only knew where the Passover foods were. In previous years, he’d just open a random cabinet if he needed to sneak a cookie or the like and hope he found something good. His father had some sort of system for hiding all the unkosher stuff and presumably for moving everything else to make room, but Jeremy had no idea what it was. He hardly knew where the cleaning supplies other than the dish soap were, and the dish soap was out in the open next to the sink.

Jeremy opened his mouth to apologize or maybe offer to help, but Michael suddenly tapped his arm and looked at him with a grin, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. Jeremy immediately knew this wasn’t going to end well – you learned a thing or two when you knew someone for over twelve years – but he also knew just as well he was powerless to stop it from happening.

“Did you check under there?” Michael asked, biting back snickers. Jeremy rolled his eyes as he leaned on the island beside his friend and watched Squip rummage. As easy to trick as he could be, there was absolutely no way Squip would fall for that, especially not after Rich and Jake had gotten him with ‘updog’ just a few weeks earlier.

Squip peeked over at them again, brow furrowed when he didn’t see Michael gesturing to anything, and he quickly turned back to his task. “Under where?”

Jeremy’s jaw nearly dropped and his gaze snapped to Michael, who had pressed his hands over his own mouth to try and muffle his cackling. It was just a stupid and admittedly childish joke, but somehow the fact that Squip – witty, clever, intelligent Squip – hadn’t caught himself made it so much better. Jeremy quickly ducked his head to try and stifle his own giggling.

Squip, however, somehow still not realizing what had happened, just looked over at them again. Even if they weren’t laughing out loud, it was painfully obvious they were nearly choking in their attempts to keep quiet. “What’s so funny?”

They both just looked at him, grinning, Michael nearly with tears in his eyes, before realization seemed to dawn on Squip and he rolled his eyes, huffing. “Oh. Are you proud of yourselves?”

That seemed to break both boys and they burst out laughing, having to brace themselves on the island to keep themselves from falling over. Jeremy peeked over to find Squip leaning against the counter across from them, arms crossed loosely against his chest in that ‘chill’ way of his, a little smile on his face despite Jeremy and Michael laughing at his expense. Squip had always been good-humored about these kinds of things. Maybe a little embarrassed, but never upset. Just teasing in return with a promise he wouldn’t fall for it again. Seeing the people he cared about so happy seemed to be worth the slight humiliation.

It took a few minutes, but the two boys finally collected themselves, gasping for breath. Michael even had to pull off his glasses to rub his eyes and flashed Squip a smirk as he pushed them back on. “Sorry, dude,” he said, not sounding even a tiny bit sorry. “It was just too good an opportunity to pass up.”

Squip shook his head, chuckling softly. “I should’ve known better with you.” He let out a sigh, peeling himself away from the counter and putting one hand on his hip. “Well, if you’re feeling so sorry, you two can help me search.”

Jeremy sighed in turn, glancing at Michael. “I guess we owe him that, at least.”

Michael whined, lolling his head back. “Do we?”

“You do,” Squip insisted, waving them over. “Come on, enough with the drama. I’m not asking you to solve world hunger.”

Michael groaned once more but ultimately gave in as Squip cooed at them again in that ever-persuasive way of his. Even as a human, Squip had retained his ability to be rather convincing. It didn’t take more than a few minutes between the three of them to locate the cabinet that Mr. Heere had stuffed the cleaning supplies into, hiding behind a few boxes of forbidden candies that Jeremy had to keep himself from digging into.

“There, done and done!” Michael declared, wiping his hands clean of nonexistent dirt. “Come on, Jere, let’s grab something to eat and get back to our gaming sesh.”

Jeremy nodded, but before he could go anywhere, Squip draped his arms around the boys’ shoulders, pulling them over. He smirked at them. “Not so fast, sluggers,” he nearly purred. “I think you still owe me, so now you can help me clean.”

“What?!” Michael protested. “S, come on!”

“There’s probably nothing left to clean anyway,” Jeremy added. “If you clean the house any more than you already have, you’re gonna end up scrubbing away the paint or whatever.”

“Then there won’t be much you have to do before I let you run back to your games.” Squip gave them a little squeeze before releasing them. He handed Michael a sponge and Jeremy a bottle of spray. “Come on, then. Consider it a life lesson, courtesy of me.”

Jeremy scoffed. “How generous.”

Squip smiled, grabbing a rag for himself. “It’ll do you good. And it’ll be nice to spend time with me instead of in front of a TV screen, won’t it?”

(Author’s Note: I got the idea for the stupid “under where” joke from this comic)

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cleverbroadwayurl · 6 years ago

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All I Do is Dream (Jeremy Heere x Reader Pt 8)

Song: All I Do is Dream by The Everly Brothers

Need to Catch Up? PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7

Want More? PART 9 PART 10 PART 11 PART 12 PART 13 PART 14 PART 15 PART 16 PART 17 PART 18 PART 19

Word Count: 4579

A/N: Okay I know this is a happy song,,, but I love irony so I put it in with a darker part. Also! This song was sent to me by someone who really likes this particular fic (thank you so much by the way wowser I can’t believe someone likes it so much), and they said that it reminded them of the first few parts. Because of that, I wanted to incorporate it into the one part that would review most of the series but from a new perspective. Another thing about this fic: I did use actual texts, but I changed the names to BMC characters! I wanted to incorporate them instead of mentioning people that you all have no idea about. I also have opened requests, so feel free to send them in! I’m in the process of typing up the rules, but the only thing that comes to mind right now is no smut/nsfw content please! I also need to know if you want me to do commentary on this entire fic, or just one part, so feel free to let me know at any point!

Trigger Warnings: abusive boyfriend, verbal abuse, emotional abuse, mentions of depression, mentions of anxiety, mentions of an eating disorder, a little bit of implied self harm (it’s literally only one sentence about long sleeves, nothing more I promise!), mentions of lack of sleep, a bad time at prom, mentions of vomit (only in the hypothetical sense) (if I missed something please contact me immediately so I can change it)

Taglist: @retrogarden @scarsonthecuffsofyourjeans @be-more-heidi-hansen @bluhimaweirdo

God you didn’t deserve this. Any of it. And in that moment, Jeremy made a promise to himself. He was going to help you in whatever way he could, and never ever let your boyfriend get away with this.

“I just wanted to say thank you,” you smiled at Jeremy, sipping your drip coffee with a light smile, “I know I said that over text when I invited you here, but I felt like I also needed to say it in person.”

Your sweet smile didn’t move and your eyes remained shining bright as they had last night. As you held your coffee, there were no white knuckles, no worry, just utter calmness and wonder. It was a relaxing sight to Jeremy, almost as if last night hadn’t happened. But it did, didn’t it? Jeremy needed a reality check.

His mind went over every event since last night as he tugged on the sweater that Brooke had picked out for him that morning. He dropped you off, vowed to somehow get revenge on your boyfriend, fell asleep on his bed out of exhaustion, woke up to a text from you inviting him to some hole in the wall diner on the opposite side of town to apologize in person, he took a shower, called Brooke to help him figure out what the hell he should wear, she gossiped basically the whole time, only telling Jeremy ‘it doesn’t matter if it’s a date or not, just be yourself, you’re great all on your own!!’ while he got ready, drove across town, and now he was here. Jeremy checked his phone once again. There were the texts from you, asking him to meet you here. And then of course, you were sitting across from him, smiling and being all adorable as always.

Jeremy realized how deep in thought he was before mirroring your smile. How could he forget how attractive and amazing you were when you were happy and comfortable with yourself? His heart fluttered as your ears turned pink. He wished you could look at him like that all the time and in different circumstances.

“It was no problem. I’m glad you were able to stay safe,” he finally responded. Jeremy almost felt hyperaware of himself, feeling like you were watching his every move as if you’d judge him for making even the smallest wrong move. He felt like a deer in the headlights, unsure of how to act or what to do. It had been forever since he’d been on a date—or whatever this was.

But you wouldn’t judge him for making a mistake. There’s no way, even if he dropped his plate of food on the ground and then threw up. You had broken down your walls last night and somehow Jeremy could feel that you two had something special going on. Although, maybe it was just wishful thinking. But one thing was for sure: boundaries between you two were almost nonexistent. Emotionally, at the very least.

That didn’t stop Jeremy’s mind from buzzing with question after question. He looked down at the brown table in the diner. What compelled you to leave your boyfriend’s house last night, other than the physical harm? It was clear that things had happened between you two before that night. You’d been conditioned, almost like a lost puppy, to apologize, constantly double check with people, have the inability to make decisions, and so much more. Hell, you barely talked about yourself and how you were doing, even when you were prompted. So why try to escape last night? And why go to his house? Jeremy wasn’t anything special, especially in his eyes. He was just a lanky and below average teenage boy. He could barely get Christine to even talk to him, so why did you choose him to confide in? And how long had your mistreatment been happening to make you desperate enough to go to him? It bad to be, jeez—

“Jeremy?” You asked sweetly, keeping your voice soft and light.

He could feel his head snap up at your call to attention, eyes immediately finding yours. Your face drained of color and your fingers started to fidget more than they normally did. “Sorry, I uhh, you just looked like you wanted to ask something. Sorry, I should’ve like waited for you to speak, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you like that or make you jump, it was an accident—”

“It’s okay, I was just zoning out for a second, you’re fine,” Jeremy reassured, his eyes becoming soft at your crumbling composure.

You were quiet for a second, almost contemplating your next move, “So, we’re okay?” You asked, your eyes growing wider by the second.

“We’re great.”

You calmed down, your back hitting the other side of the booth. You smiled back at Jeremy, unease creeping into your features. He didn’t mean to make you nervous at all. Jeremy was being truthful; everything was great between you two. Why had you become so nervous? Were you really that worried that he was lying to you?

Maybe your boyfriend lied to you often. Maybe in public, he would say that you were fine but the minute that you got home that’s when hell would break loose. As much as Jeremy wanted to do something, there really wasn’t anything that he could do. He couldn’t just change how you thought and what you believed. So he decided the best thing to do was to maybe just move on. That way, you could focus on something else. “Actually,” he began, “I did want to ask you something.”

You came back into reality, immediately waving your hand as if to wave away his statement. “Of course. I’m sorry, I totally forgot that you really only have the bare essentials of what’s going on. What do you want to ask?”

Jeremy held his own for what felt like the first time in his life. He fidgeted with the straw wrapper that had been discarded mere minutes ago. “I don’t mean to pry, but,” his mind went over all of the questions and he decided to ask the most sugar coated question he could, “why did you choose to go to my house last night? Why not your best friend’s house?”

You sighed and stared down at the table before answering his question. “You were the perfect candidate.”

“What do you mean?”

“Normally, I would go to my best friend’s house. However, they are, or I suppose were, friends with my boyfriend. They’ve been friends for god, 12 years? He knows where they live, and therefore, could find me there. It would be dangerous for both me and my best friend.”

Your best friend knew your boyfriend for 12 years?? That’s how long Jeremy knew Michael. He couldn’t even imagine what it would be like if Michael suddenly started hurting someone else he liked? What if Michael started hitting Christine? Could he even forgive him for that? Jeremy knew for a fact that Michael would never take a SQUIP, so that excuse was out of the picture. He was glad that you corrected yourself; your best friend should not be friends with your abuser.

Jeremy silently urged you to keep going, eyes watching you as carefully as they could. He hoped you’d keep going because while your answer was satisfying, it didn’t fully answer his question. You took a sip of your coffee before continuing.

“I was thinking about a hotel, but I wasn’t sure if they would allow me to check in as unlisted and I didn’t have any cash on me. My debit card could be traced. And my mom would know that something was up.”

Surprisingly, Jeremy had never thought about checking into a hotel. You must’ve been planning an escape for a long time if you’d thought about multiple places to go. And if that were the case, what happened last night must’ve been happening for—Jeremy didn’t even know how long.

“A few weeks ago, when we ran into each other at Wawa’s, I remembered that we were in a group project together, meaning I had your address. I mapped it from my boyfriend’s house, and you were less than 10 minutes away, which is perfect for an escape route. He also doesn’t know where you live, which makes your house a better option than my best friend’s. I wouldn’t have to use my debit card, and because of that, I couldn’t be traced. I could also easily make it home from your house and my mom wouldn’t have to know anything. Plus, I knew you were a good person and an even sweeter friend. I wouldn’t have wanted anyone else to help me,” you finished while blushing during the last sentence.

Jeremy’s ears turned pink at your blush but immediately dismissed it. The blush meant nothing; it couldn’t mean anything. Although, you did kiss him last night. You did initiate it. Maybe you did like him back. But the more Jeremy thought about it, the more he believed it wasn’t true. Last night was just a moment of rebellion, like he’d seen at Rich’s bonfire. Nothing more.

You must’ve caught Jeremy being lost in thought because you spoke up just seconds after he’d finished his train of thought. “Does that make sense?”

“Yeah, yeah, of course.”

You shifted in your seat for a second before looking back up at the lanky boy. “Anything else you want to know?”

YES. Jeremy wanted to know so much more, so many questions buzzed in his mind, but maybe now was not the time to have them answered. He knew that this whole relationship took a toll on you. Jeremy recalled when he’d first noticed that something was really wrong. But had this relationship really been that bad since January? It couldn’t be that, right? He decided that it would be better to ask than to assume the worst. “You literally don’t have to answer if you don’t want to but,” Jeremy started, “How long has this whole mistreatment thing been going on?”

You sighed, eyes darting for the table. It was almost like you were ashamed of yourself, of your answer. “I don’t even know,” you muttered. You moved the hair out of your face before sighing and looing at Jeremy once again. “For most of the relationship, I guess.

“We started out great, everything was just…wonderful. And then, sometime I think during Winter Break, god is that right?, it was like something came alive or like something died. He was controlling, rude, made sure I couldn’t go anywhere or do anything without him or his permission. Sometimes I needed both. I thought things would get better with time. I was waiting for them to get better. I thought by prom everything would be great. Instead, he started saying things to me that I can’t even bare to repeat. And then last night he—” You took a shaky breath, attempting not to cry in the diner. “So, to answer your question, I guess since Winter Break.”

Winter Break? That had been, jeez, months. That was almost your entire relationship as far as he was concerned. Jeremy knew something was up with you when Winter Break ended. He could tell based off of the ways your eyes sunk into your head, the way you always tried to sleep, how nice you were to other people, but most importantly, how miserable you were. He remembered how stupid he was, seeing how your boyfriend kept you from your friends and why your social media pages looked those of a perfect couple. It was a front. It was a way that no one would notice what you were going through and a way for your boyfriend to get away with his abuse.

And at prom, when you were so upset and nervous. You looked so stunning and you’d spoken to Jeremy, but immediately after your boyfriend whisked you away. He did control you, he did isolate you, and Jeremy completely missed the signs.

. You were being controlled, and he knew exactly what that felt like. Asking for permission, getting nervous about doing things, not ever being sure of yourself or confident; it wasn’t anything he’d wish on anyone. And now it happened to someone who didn’t deserve it.

At least with Jeremy, he’d at least kind of chosen to be controlled. He made the choice to keep going with the SQUIP all because he wanted to be cool. But you didn’t choose this, no, you chose a happy life with someone who you thought would be kind and sweet.

He could feel his blood start to boil and his hands start to grip the sides of his sweater. Your boyfriend hurt you in more ways than Jeremy could imagine. He thought it was bad last night, but boy was he wrong. This wasn’t one therapy session worth of shit, it was years. This would follow you around every time you wanted to date anybody, or hell even on an off day. The things your boyfriend said to you would come back and haunt you, Jeremy was sure of it. Hell, the SQUIP was only around in his head for only a few weeks and he still had mental health problems from it.

Jeremy had to do whatever he could until you were happy again. If that meant going after your boyfriend and giving him hell, he’d do it. If that meant going to court with you, he’d do it. If that meant talking every night and helping you fall asleep soundly, he’d do it.

As for the prick that you were still with, you had to break up with him. You could do it in public, eyes on you just in case things went south. He could get Rich, Jake, and Michael to help out. Rich could be the eyes and the muscle, Jake could be back up, Michael could be your get away, and Jeremy could keep eyes on you, notifying the others on what to do via walkie or phone. Yeah, that sounded good as long as he could—

“Can I ask you something?”

Jeremy froze in his tracks. Shit, he’d gotten so caught up in his revenge party that he’d almost forgotten that you were still here and still hurting. Your eyes were wide and stared at him with a desperation that could only be described as similar to begging for your life back. He gulped, and then nodded while softly replying “Yeah, of course.”

“You,” taking a breath you started again, “You think I’m crazy, don’t you?”

“What?” That was not the question he was anticipating. He was thinking you were going to ask about last night’s kiss. It was weird, like he couldn’t get that singular event out of his head. Just the way you were so…indescribable. Jeremy could only compare it to—

“I probably am,” your fingers started messing with your mug, “I mean, you probably assume my boyfriend is great and I’m lying. Like this is a front to just get sympathy, right? And maybe I am crazy. Maybe people just say stuff like that and I’m too sensitive or something, I don’t know.”

“Wait a second before continuing, okay?” Jeremy put his hand out to physically stop you. He didn’t want to hear you explain why you thought you were insane. Because if anything, you weren’t crazy, your boyfriend was. “You’re not crazy. I totally believe you, especially after last night. Your struggle is valid, I promise.”

You nodded your head before looking out the window for a second. “Can you just like, look at the texts? I just want to be positive, you know?”

“Sure, of course.”

Pulling out your phone, you quickly unlocked it and began scrolling. You eventually handed it to the boy who sat across from you. Jeremy took it gingerly, making sure not to close it or scroll away from the thing you wanted him to see. His eyes focused on the smaller text in front of him and began to read.

Him: My whole day is ruined because I can’t see you

Him: I can’t imagine life without you in it

Jeremy had seen that phrase before, it was in a game that he had watched other people play. The game was Emily is Away Too, and the character who said it was Emily’s shitty boyfriend Jeff. Yeah, there’s no way that you’re crazy. He looked at the time stamp. You two had been dating for barely 3 months, give or take a week or two. That was not something you usually told your not-yet-long-term significant other. No, that was something you said to scare them off.

Him: I wish someone was here for me. Him: Or anyone else, on top of you. Him: Don’t get me wrong, I really appreciate you, but you’re barely here. I don’t have other people here.

Jeremy was confused. You two didn’t spend time apart, ever. He looked back at the time of this text. February 14, 12:13 PM. That was right smack in the middle of you two spending time together and only together.

The last five texts he read were repeated over and over again, until even he got tired of reading it. Jeremy’s eyes stopped at several texts you messaged your boyfriend. All the long ones were explanations of what you were doing and why your boyfriend should get help with a professional instead of you. A few words caught his eye: “Eating disorder”, “not sleeping”, “anxiety”, and “depression”. Damn it, he knew, Jeremy knew you weren’t just tired like Brooke had once said. Something told him that you weren’t eating. You always wore sweaters and long sleeves. You always had caffeine on hand. Your boyfriend missed the signs (or just chose to straight up ignore them and make his problems the bigger ones), but the lovesick boy who admired you from afar noticed them in 2 weeks.

He scrolled down a little further:

Him: Okay I’m gonna be real with you. I have exactly 0 ideas for prom and I haven’t slept in like 2 days and I might have a meltdown.

How was this even a text? April 17 6:14 AM. Shouldn’t you know how to ask your significant other to prom by that time? Prom was May 6th. This text was long overdue. And wasn’t your boyfriend supposed to know what you liked enough to know how to ask you to prom? This wasn’t right. Your boyfriend wasn’t even doing the bare minimum while you put in every ounce that you had.

He continued scrolling down, only getting more and more sick from how many times your boyfriend asked you ideas on how to ask you to prom. He’d lost count, honestly. You’d give your boyfriend ideas, and he’d just dismiss them, as if they were nothing. As if you were nothing.

It wasn’t long before Jeremy found blatant sexual harassment. You had requested (very stealthily, but it was there) that he stop, but he just continued. Did that count as assault? Did Jeremy just witness your boyfriend sexually assault you? If it wasn’t assault, it was definitely harassment. That was the last straw. Your boyfriend was going down in flames with everybody watching.

Him: But I’m a piece of shit. (Jeremy nodded at that) Idk if I’m above sleeping with Chloe. I try my hardest not to, but with you not here, I don’t know what will happen. Him: I think I’m above it but who knows.

May 1, 12:14 AM. Alright, so your boyfriend is gaslighting you into believing that if you leave to do anything without him, he might cheat on you with Chloe? And was this Chloe Valentine, right? Jeremy knew that Chloe just kinda flirts with people but is committed in a relationship right now. So, basically your boyfriend lied to you to get a rise out of you. What kind of fuckery is that? Not okay fuckery, at the very least. And now Jeremy was already planning a witch hunt. The witch? Your boyfriend. Before he planned any further than he had before (this time Jeremy would have the eyes and ears on you, not Rich) he scrolled down.

Him: So I stopped by the cafeteria…

You: Sorry! I overslept.

Him: Whatever Him: I was late anyways because I didn’t sleep last night.

May 1, 7:30 AM. Jeremy could remember this day. It was near the end of the school year, and you didn’t show up to school that morning. He’d worried that something had happened to you, something bad. His friends said you were probably just sick or maybe you’d overslept a little bit. ‘It happens to everyone at some point,’ they’d said. But in this circumstance, Jeremy was right on the money.

Him: I hope that was a nice conversation you had with Rich.

You: We were just talking, it was innocent.

Him: Yeah, so much so that you kicked me to the curb.

You: I’m sorry, was I just supposed to stand there and listen to you talk to your friends? I started talked to Rich because we’re friends, and that’s what friends do. You didn’t really seem to want to talk to me. (Jeremy silently cheered for you standing up for yourself)

Him: Whatever. I’m sorry that Dustin asked me to go in there to help with some stuff. I guess I should have left when it was just me, you, and Rich, so that you guys could have had your 1 on 1 chat or whatever. Him: Anybody would have assumed you like Rich more than me.

You: You don’t honestly believe that, do you?

Him: It sure seemed like it

So that’s how Rich knew something was wrong! He knew all the way back since May 3rd? Why didn’t he say something sooner? And why didn’t he convince Jeremy to try and talk to you before the summer? They could’ve done something months before this got out of hand. However, something told Jeremy that this was your last full (if that) conversation with Rich, or really any of your friends for that matter. The consequences were too great for you to have friends outside of your boyfriend, which shouldn’t be the case. When he and Christine were dating, Christine would go to her friends for certain things that Jeremy couldn’t give her. You didn’t have that luxury, and Jeremy wanted to give it to you so badly.

Jeremy continued scrolling so you wouldn’t have to wait for him to read everything. He knew that there was too much content for him to get through in one go. But something caught his eye, and something told him that out of everything Jeremy read, this was the one text you needed him to read.

Him: I’m just telling you what it comes off as. And the times where I have to ask you if you’re not going to be able to make it over rather than knowing beforehand, coupled with the lack of time we get to be together, honestly, it makes it hard for me to stay in love with you.

In that moment, Jeremy’s breath hitched. He did not say that to you. Your boyfriend was the definition of the SQUIP: controlling, isolating, and even severely emotionally and verbally abusing his victim. You were now officially part of the SQUIP Squad, whether or not you counted Jeremy as a friend or whatever. This situation definitely counted as a SQUIP.

And another thing: if anything, you were easy to love. It was so simple to get lost in your eyes, the loop of your handwriting, the sweet tone of your voice, the way that your giggles and chuckles lit up rooms, how gentle you became late at night, the elegant way you walked, where even in times of suffering, you looked like you were walking on air. You were uniquely you, and Jeremy could not think of anyone more perfect and magical to love—platonically at the very least.

“You got there, didn’t you?”

That tore Jeremy from his thoughts, eyes shooting back at you. “W-What?”

“May 8th. 7:26 PM. The Monday after prom, aka Senior Skip Day.”

All he could muster was a nod. This one text had to be significant to you. You had memorized the date and time of it. Something happened at this time.

“That was the beginning of most of the verbal abuse,” you muttered. “It really only gets worse or stays the same from there out.”

Jeremy clutched your phone, feeling himself loosing control. He wanted to throw your phone and track your boyfriend down. He even went through the motions in his head to call Rich and get his team assembled. He’d call Rich, then call the police to keep you safe while they went and took care of your boyfriend. He could even just call Christine, or hell, Brooke, to keep you safe while they dealt with the piece of shit that called himself your boyfriend. Just as Jeremy was feeling for his wallet and preparing to go and inflict pain on your boyfriend, your phone vibrated.

Him: I want to keep going. Him: I don’t want to lose you. Him: I love you so so much. Him: I’m sorry. I’m an asshole.

The lanky boy calmed down almost instantly and handed your phone back to you, waiting for you to make your response. He hoped that you wouldn’t accept that apology. It wasn’t real; everything he said wasn’t real. You can’t apologize to someone while insulting yourself. That’s not okay. The person you’re apologizing to should not have to compliment you while you’re expressing how sorry and regretful you are. That’s manipulative as fuck.

But Jeremy missed your response to the four texts because his own phone went off.

Michael: Hey dude! You finally beat that Bioshock level? You called me at a weird time last night.

Fuck, Jeremy forgot he’d called Michael last night in a rush to help you. He quickly typed out a response, making sure to check in on you every few seconds. He was worried that you might need some more help steadying yourself.

Jeremy: Not exactly. I’ll tell you about it later, okay? Jeremy: What time do you get home tonight?

It was a few seconds before Michael responded again. Jeremy glanced up at you for a second, making sure that you were calm, cool, and collected.

Michael: I don’t mean to pry, but like, did you end up like getting laid? Did you just use my text as a euphemism? Because gross dude

Jeremy: What? No. Not even a little. Look, I’ll just… Jeremy: Just come over later, alright?

Michael: Sure. I’ll be there tonight. We smokin?

Jeremy: It’s up to you. It’s your weed, not mine.

Michael: Alright. I’ll see you tonight.

As soon as he looked up, you were already packing up your stuff. “Sorry, my boyfriend texting me is kind of my cue to go. That’s why I wanted to meet so early. I wanted us to get some time alone, you know?”

“Yeah,” Jeremy smiled at you.

“I’ve got the bill covered, it’s my thanks to you. Have a great day, okay Jeremy? I’ll see you around.”

With that, he got his keys out and began to make sure he had his wallet and phone. Usually, a reunion with you was a happy event, but Jeremy wasn’t smiling as he left this time. He just had one question rattling around in his mind, similar to a game of old school Pong. How can you say that stuff to someone you claim to love?

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askthetotallynotsquad · 6 years ago

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*sneezes on michael* pls become more sick and die rn

ACT 1

Jeremy: *sobs* NO STOP

Rich: I fEeL iRrEllIveNt iLl jUsT LeAVe *puts gun up to head*

Jeremy: RICH NONONONO *hugs him*

Rich: wth mAn iM trYinG ro leT u aNh mIcheal bE alOne *still has gun up to head*

Jeremy: Rich please stop. I love youuuuuu- PLATONICALLY

Rich: wEll tO bAD *moves gun to stomach and pulls trigger*

Jeremy: Rich-

Rich: sh-shit that w-was a bad idea wasn’t it..*starts bleeding* f-fuck

Michael: omg rich!!! *speed dials 911*

Rich: hah.. *coughs up blood* t-thit

Michael: rICH YOU GOTTA BREATHE PLEASE

Rich: *coughs more* o-ok god well… nice kn-nowin ya…. *tries to breathe*

Michael: uM THINK ABOUT JAKE??

Rich: h-heh *smiles a bit and coughs more*

Jake: oMG RICH??? *sobs* DUDE BRO??

Rich: *hugs* i-its ok… *dies some more* ou-uch…

Jake: omg omg omg ok bro dude you’ll be fine right?? it’s like the fire??? you’ll be fine???

Rich: y-yeah…. *passes out from so much blood loss*

Hospital people: OMG!! QUICK GET HIM IN THE VEHICLE FOR THE HEALTH!!

Heath vehicle people: *throws rich in the heath vehicle*

Jake: *intense sobbing*

Rich: *passes out still*

Heath vehicle people: *gets in front of health vehicle about to drive*

Jake: *stops the health vehicle* let me go with my bf pls

Heath vehicle people: sure why not kid don’t kill him though or else we will lose some money

Jake: *cartwheels into the heath vehicle with rich* babe omg awaken pls

Rich: *tumbles on over to Jake and hugs him still passed out*

Jake: omg rich ily bab *kiss*

All the healthy bros working at that heath place: *fixes rich*

(1 hour later)

Rich: *wakes up*

Jake: *hugs rich* omg babe you almost died I missed you

Rich: *hugs tighter* i-im ok *smiles*

Jake: *all the kisses* please don’t do that again rich

Rich: I won’t d-don’t worry *still shaking a bit*

Jake: *breaks the health place rules and lays next to rich bc he needs all the hugs*

Rich: *hugs* your great

Jake: *kisses our favorite short boy on the nose* so are you

Rich: *cuddles*

Jake: *gently cuddles and whispers v nice things to rich*

Rich: *falls asleep cuddling jake*

Nice classic time skip

Jake: *carries rich to Rich’s house*

Rich’s mom: WHAT’S THIS RICH

Rich: *wakes up* NOTHING MOM

Rich’s dad: I THOUGHT U WERE TO MUCH OF A LOSER TO HAVE FRIENDS

Rich: *sobs a bit* y-yes dad I am..

Jake: rich it’s okay— *plays with Rich’s hair bc our boy* it’ll be okay

Rich’s mom: EXCUSE ME CHILD BUT WHY ARE YOU HARASSING MY SERVANT

Rich: *sobs*

Rich’s dad: QUIT CRYING YOU PIECE OF SHIT

Rich: *holds back tears* yes dad

Rich’s dad: CALL ME SIR

Rich: yes sir…

Jake: *angry Jake pulls a jake* eXCUSE ME SHITHEADS BUT WHY ARE YOU HARRASSING MY BOYFRIEND BC IF YOU DO I WILL SLAP A BITCH OR TWO

ACT 2

Rich: *clings onto jake*

Rich’s dad: SERVANT WHAT IS THIS PEASANT TALKING ABOUT

Rich’s mom: ARE YOU GAY!!!! *pulls out shotgun about to shoot jake*

Rich: *v v v scared* —- MOM NO

Rich’s mom: WHY SHOULD I LISTEN TO YOU BITCH

Rich: b-because I love him!!!!

Jake: *shields rich bc oh no*

Rich’s mom: *boom boom tries to shoot rich but oh damn she shoots jake*

Rich’s dad: good job wife you killed it

Rich’s mom: yeah

Jake: *passed out oops*

Rich: WHAT THE FUCK MOM *starts sobbing* YOU ARE ALL FUCKING BATHSTARDS AND IF I COULD YOU WOULD BE DEAD BY NOW *v sob* stay with me Jake… it’s ok….

Rich’s mom: FUCK U *trys to shoot rich but has no bullets* SHIT

Rich’s dad: LET’S GET OUT BEFORE THE COPS COME!!

(Rich’s parents run away)

Rich: s-stay with me… *calls 911*

Jake: *jake wakes up a little* I’m f-fine— rich I’ll be fine— *passes out again*

Rich: *screams to 911* GOD FUCKING DAMNIT HELP ME *starts sobbing over jake*

(Health vehicle people arrive)

Heath vehicle people: ugh u agian. Get him in the heath vehicle u are not coming

Rich: *slowly pulls out gun* do You wanna be the next one in the health vehicle?

Health vehicle people: OK YOU CAN COME JEEZ…

Healthy health people: *fix jake*

29 hours later

Jake: *jake awake* rich-?

Rich: *jumps-ish onto jake* I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD *happy sobs*

Jake: oW- *hugs rich weakly sksksk* I told you I’d be okay— *haha weak laugh*

Rich: *hugs tightly telling Jake jokes*

Jake: you’re so small and perfect… *boops Richard Goranski Bc that’s the tea*

Rich: *crosses eyes for a moment and blushes* your perfect too

Jake: I wanna sleep—- *woah Jake falls asleep*

Wreck it Ralph thanos hobo guy: *fortnite dances in* hey kids want a beverage *gives rich a “perfectly normal” drink* I’m a healthy health bro so you can trust me ok bye

Rich: ooooo drinks *drinks the drink* wait. This is.

Wreck it Ralph thanos hobo guy: MTN DEW >:)

ACT 3

Rich: *starts screaming and rolling around on the ground and overall dying*

Jake: *screams and wakes up to his bf having a seizure omg* rich?? babe??? bro??? are you okay??? *panic panic panic*

Rich: AWUHHDHXNHRNCJDBJSNWKDNEONCIENXLWNDOCNEKCNIENCJDBDJSMLAHHBSHHhHHhHHHhhhhh *rolls around holding head* H-HELP JAKE HELP…!.! A..A.AJHhh d9g xhdhxudnkshJHHJDHDBIDNRIEW

Jake: rich- Richard what’s wrong?? Tell me please- talk to me— what’s wrong-

Wreck it Ralph thanos hobo guy: *yeets himself out the window*

Rich: *stops screaming* hhh….* turns to jake crying and sweating* i-its back jake… it’s back.. *has a panic attack and moves closer to jake* j-jake it’s b-back *keeps crying*

Jake: rich- rich come here- it’s going to be alright- I love you babe- *kisses rich on the top of his head bc our boy*

Rich: *cuddles up to jake still sobbing a bit and shaking*

Squip(dark Kermit): OK first order of buisness. Ditch this goon.

Rich: WH-what!! Never!! *still sobbing and holds onto jake tightly*

Jake: *hugs onto rich tightly* it’ll be okay—- I’m here— you’re okay-

Dark Kermit: disgusting. You seriously want this… thing? Nah- go for… chloe?

Rich: n-no!!! He'th amazing!!!

Dark Kermit: mutters- optic nerve blocking on- fine. We’ll have to do this the hard way.

Rich: j-JAKE!! WHAT DID YOU DO WITH JAKE!!

Jake: Rich? Why’re you yelling- it’s okay-

Dark Kermit: STOP WITH THE LISP! Jesus… you’re such a bad person.

Rich: *sobs* i-im not that bad…

Dark Kermit: why would this hooligan hang around you if you aren’t bad

Rich: HE'TH BEAUTIFUL!!

Dark Kermit: yeah, just like you right?

Rich: … *silently crys* i-im not- not that bad……… im not b-bad..

Dark Kermit: your terrible. The lisp make you worse. And this whippersnapper. He makes you terrible. Cut him off

Jake: rICH? RICH THIS ISN’T FUNNY. TALK TO ME-

Rich: WAIT WHERE DID JAKE GO- JAKE WHERE ARE YOU!! WHAT HAPPENED!! JAKE DON’T LEAVE ME PLEASE….. don’t leave me alone….

Jake: *hugs rich* I’m right here— I’m here-

Dark Kermit: ew push him off you

Rich: I-i can feel you i just can’t thee you… Kermit heth…. I can’t thee you please….. just…. *sobs*

Jake: I’m here- that’s all that matters- I’m here- it’s okay *all the kisses* lemme call up my homie Michael *calls up his homie michael*

Michael: yeah sup

Jake: I need mtn dew red

Michael: yeah come to my house

Jake: why

Michael: I’m comfortable

Jake: fine

Rich: d-don’t leave me!!!!! *moves around trying to find jake* don’t leave me!! *tears up*

Jake: I’m going to pick you up, okay babe? *bOOM picks up rich bridal style bc owo* *runs on over to his homie Michael’s house* MICHAELLLLL

Michael: I’m in my room, bitch

Rich: *clings onto jake*

Dark Kermit: ok I’m back from japan and my spa. What’s been happ- OH MY GOD YOURE IN THHE PRESENCE OF TWO LOSERS! GET OUT OF THERE.

Jake: *runs to our homie michaels room*

Dark Kermit: im done *starts to take control of rich’s legs

Rich: *clings onto jake tighter* he’s gonna t-take control *starts moving legs trying to get up* j-jAKE DON’T LET ME GO WHATEVER YOU DO WHATEVER I SAY DON’T LET GO OF ME *clings tighter*

Jake: *hugs rich tighter sksksk*

Dark kermit: jfc this is boring uh—- *makes rich punch Jake in the nose* thereee

Jake: *gasp-* ow— oW *cries*

Rich: I’M SORRY *sobs* I DIDN’T MEAN TO *sobs a lot and clings onto jake v tightly* PLEASE DON’T LET ME GO…. u-unless I hurt you agian…. I don’t want y-you getting hurt *v sob v sad*

Dark Kermit: *makes rich kick Jake in the ribs bc this is the tea* hah hah hah

Jake: ooWwww *drops rich and doubles over bc ow pain*

Michael’s first mom: Michael your friends are here!

Michael’s second mom: Michael your friends are fighting!

Rich: I-IM SO SORRY I-

Dark Kermit: *makes rich y’all ooo the tea*

“Rich”: I hate you ew you’re gross go die

Jake: rich??? that- that’s mean…

Michael: CAN YOU GUYS KEEP IT DOWN IM TRYNA FIND THE MTN DEW— AND WATCH HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL

Rich: i- I didn’t mean it it was the squip I swear!!!!! Please just find the mtn dew.. I can’t hurt you anymore…. *single tear*

Dark Kermit: mmm nahhh

“Rich”: just leave omg I’m lying to you. I’ve always hated you, douche. Go die—

Jake: riCHARD!

Michael’s mom pt. 1: Michael who do you hang out with?!

Michael’s mom pt. 2: Do we need to have a talk??

Michael: CAN EVERYONE SHUT UP?!

Rich: i…. i

Dark Kermit: you’re so bad at this

“Rich”: just leave. Leave!!

Michael’s moms pts 1&2: this is like a soap opera omg

Michael: Jesus why is my room a mess..-

Jake: rich please stop…

Rich: I’M TRYING!! *sobs* HE'TH TAKING OVER…

Michael: bAM FOUND IT *michael makes an entrance dododo* here— *shoves that tasty mtn dew red down Rich’s throat*

Jake: riCH?

Rich: *still sobbing* he- he'th gone…. *hugs jake* I’M SO SORRY… ALL OF THAT WAS NOT TRUE I-I DON’T KNOW WHAT CAME OVER ME

Jake: it’s okay… it’s okay… I’m here… *hugs rich bc he deserves all the hugs*

Michael: can you guys get out of my house bc jere is coming over—

Jake: jfc *picks up rich and kisses his nose uwu* lets go babe

ACT 4

Rich: *holds onto jake* thanks for that… you know.. getting rid of the squip and all for me *kisses Jake bc he is a hero*

Jenna: *has filmed entire thing from ACT 1 to act 3* heh heh heh heh >:)

Jake: I love you so much babe- *all the kisses sksksksksk*

Jenna: *still filming all this hot tea*

Rich: I love u to :) *so much of the kisses*

Jenna: *stops film* YO GAYS

Rich: *turns around* thit-

Jake: oh- um- *lets go of rich* hiii jennaaaaa———

Jenna: look what i got *holds up camera*

Rich: no no no no no no no it’s not what it looks like…

Jenna: OK so I’ll go tell Madeline Jake is single then ok?

Rich: —————–JAKE IS MINE

Jake: Jenna, what’re you going to do with that recording? *hugs rich bc iconic*

Jenna: oh idk, defiantly NOT show the school… yeah! Because I want to not be cool. Sure…. NO. I am showing EVERYONE!!

Rich: *hides behind Jake scared*

Jake: J-Jenna! You wouldn’t do that- right?? Right??

Jenna: Yes I would! In fact, I already shared it with clohe, Brooke, and Madeline! They will share will share with evreyone else since they are v popular.

Rich: *continues hiding behind jake*

Jake: *hugs rich close to himself*

Chloe: *screeches and jumps outta tree* oH MY GOD!!! THAT IS SO GAY!

Rich: *hugs Jake sobbing* why do we have to c-come out by gossip…

Jake: *rubs Rich’s back* it’ll be okay, babe. I’m here… *kisses Rich’s head bc my sons*

Jenna: this will be the talk of the school tomorrow! I can’t wait!

Rich: i-i don’t wanna be cool anymore… *hugs Jake tighter*

Jake: shhh… it’s okay…

WOW LOOK THE NEXT DAY AT SCHOOL

Bully McGee: *slides on over to Rich’s dms and life tbh* hey gay. you’re gay. haha dummy

Rich: ……. *moves closer to jake*

Jake: *punches bully mcgee* go away.

Jenna: oh it’s my second favorite gays! How are you two?

Rich:(sarcasm alert) oh you know, bullied here, getting called a faggot there. Good times, good times. *leans on Jake*

Jake: *kisses rich on the nose* Stop being so angry *laughs*

Madeline: *stomps on over to jakey d and rich* jAKE. HOW COULD YOU DATE ME, AND THEN JUST THINK YOU CAN CONVERT TO A FAG? I CANT UNDERSTAND YOU.

Jake: Madeline- calm down-

Madeline: NO. I WILL NOT. YOU ARE NOTHING TO ME. *sLAPS JAKE BC TEA* *sassily walks away*

Jake: *cries* I didnt mean to hurt anyone…

ACT 5

Rich: thes a bitch jake, don’t let that get to you *hugs jake* if it makes you feel any better, you know I love you *smiles*

Jake: mhm… *digs his face into Rich’s hair bc wow*

Hobo’s cousin: hey bitches it’s me 😏 who wants a nice quality tic tac

Rich: no thanks I’m good

Jake: idk gimme one *inhales a tic tac*

Hobos cousin: oh yeah take mtn dew *shoves it down jake’s throat*

Jake: *intense screaming*

Rich: JAKE ARE YOU OK *holds jake*

Jake: rich- babe- th-there’s a man behind you— he’s— scary— *cuddles into rich* rich I’m scared— what happened???

Live action squidward (SQUIP): why the fuck is this short little asshole touching you ew

Jake: uH?

Rich: *holds Jake tighter bc he’s special* i-its ok dude…i think it’s a thquip…

Jake: *sobs into Rich’s shoulder* I want it to be gone- it’s- it’s scary- and mean-

Squidward: ew you make me want to poop

Jake: *screaming*

Jenna: wow this is tea *films Jake literally dying*

Rich: *plays with his hair to calm him down* i-its ok bro it’s fine I got u man… (in his head: THIS IS NOT FINE)

Jake: *sits on the floor with his knees pulled up to his chest* rich— I’m scared—

Squidward: hi I’m a robot beeply booply

Rich: Its ok bb i got u.. *sits next to Jake pulling him closer*

Squidward: what does this fag think he’s doing. Get him away he might give you rabies

Jake: *hugs into rich* go away squidward—

Squidward: *makes Jake push rich away* there you go

“Jake”: what am I doing? I should be with Madeline

Rich: w-what…?

Squidward: hehehheheh

“Jake”: yeah! YOU DO realize no one likes you right? You just a flat out loser. I can’t belive I Dated you

Rich: n-no… it’s the thquip… *starts to cry*

“Jake”: no, this is just me. Plain. Old. Jake.

Squidward: nice job me! Well thank you me

Jake: rich I- *BAM the squip shuts off his vocal chords bc omg tea*

Squidward: I am just so good at this

Rich: you what….

Squidward: heh heh heh

“Jake”: I hate you.

Rich: o-oh yeah cool….. *looks away crying*

Jake: *starts sobbing and hugs rich*

Squidward: hehehe 😎😎

Rich: t-thorry for being alive….

Squidward: look what you did to your friend. You’re such an asshole

Jake: *intense sobbing and shaking*

“Jake”: you should be sorry. you’re the ugliest, stupidest, worst person I’ve ever met. your short and you have a lisp which is ugly af

Rich: F-FINE I N-NEVER LIKED U ANYWAYS… *runs to Jake’s house sobbing and shaking*

Squidward: *BAM wow look Jake can talk again*

Jake: RICH WAIT- *sONIC RUNS AFTER RICH* RICH STOP I DIDN’T MEAN IT- IT WASN’T ME-

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mthevlamister · 7 years ago

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More Than Survive If Michael Took The SQUIP

JEREMY (Spoken) C-c-c'mon, c-c-c'mon, go go! C-c-c'mon, c-c-c'mon go go! (Sung) You need to see there’s more than his dating so, maybe you should just let it go.

MICHAEL (Sung) But he is what I want in the end

JEREMY (Sung) But this won’t make him change, in fact dating him is kind of strange, your life isn’t a game in disarray

MICHAEL (Sung) But I want to feel okay!

JEREMY (Sung) Michael you’re my world, time to break up with Rich! C-c-c'mon, c-c-c'mon go, go! C-c-c'mon, c-c-c'mon go, go!

Now take a breath and keep a level head, I know you must be full of dread! When you get nervous you hide instead, but now we have to make sure you’re seen!

SQUIP (Sung) This may be a huge step for you, do you want to be uncool?

MICHAEL (Sung) This is what I have to do, if I want to help Jeremy rule! I don’t want to be his play toy, just wanted to feel fine. I guess I’m just a weird boy, for me I guess that’s where I’m at on a line! So I’ll follow our old rules and use them as a tool to help me break up, I don’t want special, no no I just want to survive!

JEREMY, SQUIP, & MICHAEL (Sung) C-c-c'mon, c-c-c'mon, go go! C-c-c'mon, c-c-c'mon, go go!

JEREMY (Spoken) So your SQUIP told you that you had to break up with Rich?

MICHAEL (Spoken) And that I could be uncool if you were okay with it.

JEREMY (Spoken) That’s so awesome!

MICHAEL (Spoken) If you got Christine.

JEREMY (Spoken) Still awesome.

MICHAEL (Spoken) So of course I’m happy–

SQUIP (Spoken) He gets it Michael. He’s not happy you think you need me for that.

JEREMY (Spoken) So once Christine gets here we’ll plan.

MICHAEL (Spoken) That sounds good to me–

CHRISTINE (Spoken) Hey Michael! What’s the story with Richard?

MICHAEL (Spoken) That’s what I’m trying to figure out.. It’s a good thing you two are here.

(Sung) I figure out the dangerous votes, but we’ll need to be on the same note. I guess that’s all that’s needed still! The break ups closer now, what do I say? Do I do it or just walk away? It’s not that easy, okay?!

JEREMY (Sung) Don’t worry at all, and don’t ditch. Look over there, it’s Rich.

MICHAEL (Sung) Rich.

CHRISTINE (Sung) Rich.

MICHAEL (Sung) Goranski, Richard, oh god–

Rich (Spoken) Did you want to say something?

MICHAEL (Spoken) I’m, uh… Ah! Oh!

(MICHAEL walks away with CHRISTINE, JEREMY, and THE SQUIP)

(Sung) Well that was smooth, that was super chill! My break up game couldn’t go more downhill!

JEREMY (Sung) No time to wallow, no instead just fill your brain and move ahead!

MICHAEL (Sung) But what if I’m one of those guys who’ll be unhappy till I die?

CHRISTINE (Sung) You don’t have to be a baller, you’ve got some skills to count on! You shouldn't have to stall, or, say you wish to be gone!

SQUIP (Sung) If you continue at this rate the only person you’ll ever date is some dick of a guy.

MICHAEL (Sung) I don’t want to be popular, no no I just want to survive!

(Spoken) Jeremy?

JEREMY (Sung) Michael, man, my buddy, I know this is failing, but the ships sailing, you got Christine, got a SQUIP and more! The day will be rocky but you can feel cocky, cause we can be bros even if this is war.

(Spoken) You should listen to Marley!

SQUIP (Sung) You can listen to Marley

MICHAEL (Sung) The groove is pretty gnarly, I guess that’ll be the best song! But when will this end, tell me friend, where’s my class?! I feel like ass, this is wrong.

JEREMY (Spoken) You could always write him a letter?

CHRISTINE (Spoken) That would be progress!

MICHAEL (Spoken) I would tear it up and flush it.

CHRISTINE (Spoken, voice faltering) Still…. Progress?

SQUIP (Spoken) Well, it’ll be okay, humans have stopped evolving. That’s good, right? Since its survival of the fittest, but now you don’t have to be strong to survive! There’s never been a better time to be a loser.

MICHAEL (Spoken) So I’ll just own it! Why worry when I could just–

CHRISTINE (Spoken) Date someone else?

MICHAEL (Spoken) I was gonna say be alone forever but that works too.

JEREMY (Spoken) Behind you!

(Sung) Richard.

CHRISTINE (Sung) Richard.

MICHAEL (Sung) Goranski.

SQUIP (Sung) Richard.

ALL (Sung) Richard, Richard! Richard Goranski, Richard Goranski.

MICHAEL (Sung) I feel my body moving through the air, see my feet walking over there. Take a shaky breath and I prepare, who cares if people think I’m lame? Jeremy likes me and Christine’s the same, I grab his arm and say his name.

(Spoken) We should break up.

RICHARD (Spoken) I’m sorry what?

MICHAEL (Sung, to RICHARD) I’m never gonna be the cool guy, I’m more the one who’s left out.. Of all the characters at school I am not the one who the story’s about. I know I can’t help you out, so please just let me thrive. You can do more than keep me deprived.

RICHARD (Sung) No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

MICHAEL (Sung) I am deprived!

RICHARD (Sung, more urgency) No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

MICHAEL (Sung) You can survive!

If this was any other day I would just be in your way, so let yourself survive! Since our relationship is going to end and I need to know who are my friends, I’m just trying my best to pass the test and

RICHARD (Sung) C-c-c'mon, c-c-c'mon no, no!

MICHAEL (Sung) Survive!

RICHARD (Sung) Michael, please no! No, no–no!

JEREMY (Sung) Go! Go! Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

#be more chill #be more chill musical #be more chill angst #be more chill au #Michael takes a SQUIP au #more than survive #expensive headphones #stage dorks #bmc musical #bmc #michael x rich #michael mell #bmc au #bmc aus #bmc angst

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brerediddy · 7 years ago

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more than survive - chapter 9

“Michael, catch it! Are you even trying?”

“Of course I’m trying, weirdo. You just have bad aim,” Michael explained after his third failed attempt. Jeremy was sitting across from him on the floor of the living room with a bowl of popcorn haphazardly balanced in his lap. He lifted yet another piece and exaggerated the arc of the throw. Michael opened his mouth at the last second and caught it, raising his hands up in victory.

Jeremy clapped softly as the other boy took a small bow as well as he could from the ground. “Thank you, thank you,” Michael grinned. The movie they’d popped in about an hour ago—Jurassic Park: The Lost World—played in the background, forgotten. Jeremy had insisted that they watch a classic and his best friend had insisted on staring at Dr. Ian Malcolm for two hours, so they both won in the end. However, during the course of the film, they had migrated from the couch onto the carpet, turning from the TV towards each other.

“Took you long enough,” the shorter boy laughed.

Michael opened his mouth slightly, feigning offense. “It’s not my fault that you’ve got crazy reflexes. You’re like some popcorn-catching robot.”

“Excuses,” Jeremy said. He pushed his fingers through his hair, focusing back in on the dinosaur roars and rumbles in the background. “Hey, you’re missing Ian Malcolm.”

“I can stare at him anytime,” Michael shrugged, thinking that he would much rather stare at Jeremy.

“If you say so.”

The light in the room flickered with the brightness of the movie and not much else. Jeremy could really only make out his best friend’s face in the dim lighting, glasses and nose and lips. A few hairs out of place, as usual, and the outline of Michael’s trusty headphones. He was beautiful. Not that this beauty was revolutionary for the shorter boy; he just liked to admire the other whenever he could.

“What are you looking at?” Michael asked, his voice low. He tilted his head slightly and a ghost of a smile danced across his dim features.

“You,” Jeremy responded before he could think otherwise. He immediately felt his heart jump to his throat and he stammered, “I-I mean, you just. Had a hair. I’ll-”

Michael sat still while Jeremy reached over and tucked a piece of hair back into its rightful spot. “Thanks,” he said. He could feel his cheeks heating up and he cleared his throat. “We should, uh, we should watch the rest of the movie. I think it’s towards the end.”

“Yeah, we should.” Neither boy made any attempt to move. Michael so wished that he could just close the gap between them. He wished that he could pull the shorter boy into his arms and kiss him and tell him how he’s felt for seven years...but Jeremy probably wouldn’t like it. It would make the friendship weird and so Michael decided that he should probably just suffer in silence. Still, he couldn’t keep his mind from wandering back to his best friend’s lips.

And then, suddenly, those lips were against his own. Jeremy was kissing him.

Jeremy didn’t know what he was thinking. He could only admire the other boy from afar for so long. He hoped that this didn’t make Michael hate him or think that he was weird. In the moment, it had seemed like a grand idea. But now that it was actually happening?

Okay. To be fair, it was still a grand idea. The kiss was incredible. Jeremy was pulling Michael’s shoulders and Michael was letting himself be pulled and they both just needed to be so much closer. Michael tasted like popcorn and coffee and skittles, which shouldn’t have been a good combination but totally was. The smaller boy let himself focus only on how soft and warm and beautiful it was to be kissing freaking Michael Mell, of all people. He hoped that when this was over, his best friend would allow him to laugh it off as late-night hysteria.

It absolutely was not just late-night hysteria.

Michael was kind and cute and caring and...kissing him back. He was his best friend in the whole world, his Player One. He was Jeremy’s everything.And he was kissing back.

“Jer-” Michael stammered, trying to break the kiss but letting himself be pulled back in. “Jeremy, I-”

“What?” Jeremy asked, stopping the kiss and leaning his forehead against the other boys. Both were panting heavily, their hearts skyrocketing.

“I just. I want this,” the taller boy assured, which made Jeremy smile like there was no tomorrow. “I want to make sure that you want it too. This.” He made a vague gesture between the two of them. “Us.”

“Of course I do,” Jeremy nodded eagerly, pressing his lips against Michael’s once more. He paused for a moment, breathing against the boy’s lips. “I’ve wanted this for way longer than you know.”

“Me too,” Michael murmured, connecting their lips once more. He wrapped an arm around Jeremy’s waist, needing him closer. Their chests were heaving against one another, their hands moving and pushing and pulling and grabbing. Jeremy needed to be sure that this was real, that Michael was here. That Michael was kissing him. He squeezed too tightly around his best friend’s arm, eliciting a small yelp against his mouth. With a grin, he deepened the kiss.

Jeremy’s eyes were closed but the strong arm around his midsection moved him slowly and he could feel his back making contact with the carpet. Michael straddled him, opening his mouth slightly and allowing Jeremy the opportunity to take advantage of the position.

The smaller boy ran his tongue along the other’s upper lip and he felt a shiver against his chest, which he figured was a good sign. He had absolutely no idea what he was doing, but his best friend seemed to. Jeremy ran a hand across Michael’s back, pulling him closer. They were a mess of limbs and heavy breathing and Michael breathed, “This okay?” and Jeremy nodded and then the kiss intensified, and the shorter boy thought his heart might explode right then and there.

Michael’s hands were on the back of his neck. They were trailing from the base of his skull down his shoulders and biceps and their hands met. Jeremy pulled back from the other boy’s lips for a moment to kiss the underside of his best friend’s jawline. He’d wanted to kiss the sharp angle of Michael’s jaw since he was thirteen, so he did. Michael tilted his head back and his mouth opened. It was a godly sight.

Jeremy took the opportunity to push himself up on his elbows, to keep kissing the taller boy’s neck. He let his eyes fall shut as Michael’s hands continued to wander, pressing against his chest and shoulders and the small of his back. He was so caught up in the moment that he didn’t notice when his cardigan began to slip off of his arms. Michael was pulling it off and Jeremy’s breath caught in his throat for a moment when he remembered the gauze along his bicep, but he figured that they were both a bit preoccupied and it was dark so everything was probably okay. Michael wouldn’t notice.

And then a hand brushed down from his shoulder, hitting the bandage. Michael paused curiously, keeping his hand frozen against the injury. He slowed his breathing and opened his eyes to look at the smaller boy. “Jeremy?” The blue cardigan was collapsed around the aforementioned boy’s wrists, piled pathetically.

Jeremy made a slight hum in the back of his throat, not wanting the situation to progress. He swallowed nervously and pushed his head into Michael’s shoulder, staring at the carpet below him.

“What is this?” Michael’s voice was oddly calm.

“It’s nothing, Michael,” Jeremy mumbled. He just wanted to go back to making out. That was nice, wasn’t it? Where did that go wrong?

“Jeremy, there’s blood,” he said. His voice was flat. Jeremy could hear the other boy’s heartbeat quickening its pace.

“Don’t worry about it.”

Michael pushed himself off of Jeremy’s lap, choosing instead to sit on the floor next to him, investigating the bandage. “Don’t tell me not to worry. What happened?”

“I scraped it.”

“No you fucking didn’t,” Michael spoke. His tone carried more acid than before, like he had finally decided how he felt. His fingers pressed lightly against the edges of the gauze, eyeing the blossom of red in the middle.

“Michael, c’mon, it’s not a big deal. Let’s just go back to kissing,” Jeremy said dismissively. “I was having a nice time.”

“Why are you being so cryptic if it’s nothing? Why are you so cryptic all the time, Jeremy?”

Jeremy refused to meet Michael’s prying eyes and he said, “Look, Michael, I care about you. A lot. Isn’t that enough?”

The taller boy signed, steeled himself, and then murmured, “If you cared about me then you would take care of yourself.”

And, well. Jeremy didn’t have a remark for that. He simply shook his head and said, “You don’t understand what I’m dealing with.”

“I could try. If you would tell me,” Michael said tenderly. He leaned closer and pressed a chaste kiss against Jeremy’s cheek. “I just...Jer, you have to see this from my point of view. You swore that you were fine earlier, and now I see this. Which you apparently didn’t think was relevant during our conversation.”

“I do. I see it,” Jeremy admitted. He cast his eyes to the floor. Nothing could be done. He was stuck with the SQUIP’s rules and threats, and he had to protect the other boy. “I just can’t tell you. Not yet.”

Michael nodded like he was expecting this answer, huffing a bit and putting some distance between the two of them. “You know that I worry about you. And instead of doing anything to help the situation, you just keep lying to me. You know that I worry.”

“I didn’t ask you to,” he said before he could stop himself.

Michael let out a small, disbelieving laugh. “I’m sorry,” he dictated. “What did you just say?”

“I said that I didn’t ask you to,” Jeremy repeated, not lifting his eyes from the floor. He let out a long breath before adding, “Worry about me, I mean.”

“Oh,” Michael muttered. “Sorry to be such a burden to you, then.” He moved to stand up and Jeremy didn’t stop him.

“I didn’t mean-”

“I know what you meant, Jeremy,” he responded coldly. He crossed his arms and looked at his best friend, sitting on the floor and not meeting his eyes. “I’m done. If you’re so tired of me caring, then fine. I won’t care.”

“Michael-”

“No,” he said. “I get it. Goodnight, Jeremy.”

And with that, he turned on his heel and padded over to the basement steps, slamming the door behind himself.

Jeremy couldn’t move.

#meremy hell #boyf riends #bmc #be more chill #bmc spiderman au #my writing #my post

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rip-in-peace-eraserhead · 7 years ago

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BNHA BMC Au

This can be read as EraserMic or not.

It’s just a draft fyi and it won’t make much sense if you don’t know the basic plot of BMC.

"Dude," was all Hizashi said after Shota finished the whole story.

"And the best part," Shota sighed sarcastically, "is Nemuri will kill me if I don't bring the money." Closing his eyes, he flopped back down on his chair.

"She scamming you!"Hizashi yelled, practically leaping off his beanbag. "She's scamming you super weirdly." He turned to the TV to fiddle with the controls again.

It was silent between them for a moment before Shota whispered, barely audible, "But what if it isn't a scam?"

Hizashi turned around to see his best friend's eyes soften slightly as he imagined what that would be like.

"You know I don't care about popularity but...I'd just be nice to walk down the hallway without getting knocked down. I could finally be someone," he mumbled, the last part almost fading into silence.

"I just have to give the girl...who torments me...six-hundred..." Shouta slowed to a stop and Hizashi shot him a look. "Yeah she's scamming me."

"Yeah, duh," Hizashi agreed with more force than necessary.

"I guess I'm just doomed to be a loner then."

"No way!" Hizashi shouted, throwing his controller down. "You're awesome! Your humor is kinda dry and I'm not sure if I've ever seen you in anything but black but that doesn't matter in the long run. We're a team."

Shouta hummed a slight approval but wasn't really paying attention and had almost nodded off when Hizashi leaned over and dropped a controller in his lap.

"I still need a player two," he singsonged over the background music of the game starting up.

Shouta sighed but pulled himself up and stared at the screen. "What game again?"

"Apocalypse of the Damned!"

"Level 9?"

"The cafetorium!"

Shouta huffed a laugh at his friend's enthusiasm before faithfully picking up the controller and following the other's character's lead right into the hoard of zombie's.

Even after almost ten minutes of dodging and shooting and slicing, a single zombie had come up behind Hizashi's character while Shouta was occupied on the other side of the screen.

"Shit!" Hizashi yelped as he watched his character get eaten. It wasn't long before Shouta found himself cornered and fell to the same fate.

The both growled unison before flopping back on their bean bags. This was the nth time they had tried that level and it still seemed unbeatable. Admittedly it was usually Shota's fault. He tended to go lone-wolf right when they were really starting to work well together.

"Shota?"

At the surprisingly quiet voice of his usually loud friend, he flipped over to look at Hizashi.

"What?"

"You know we're gonna be cool in college? Right?"

Shouta huffed, disbelieving but Hizashi didn't let him interrupt.

"You're the mysterious loner who always has an extra copy of the notes and I'm the retro-loving geek who can tutor other people better than he can learn himself. We'll be so popular."

"Really?"

"Yep, guys like are are cool in college."

"But we're not in college."

"Yes, I know. But guys like are are cool in college. Rule in college. Listen, bro. High school is hell, but we navigate it well. It's just what we do. We make it a two player game."

Hizashi had apparently started singing and while it was lovely, Shouta smacked him on the arm.

"I'm glad you've decided that we're in this together but I'd still like to move on with my life."

"Just two more years. We'll be the coolest kids in college."

"And freshmen again."

"That too but just remember...High school is wack, but we have each other's back..." Hizashi started singing again, louder this time.

Shouta punched him in the arm, harder this time. "Don't get my dad's attention. He'll ask me if there's a girl up here."

"Are you ever going to tell him you don't swing that way?"

Should snuggled his lower face deeper into his scarf. "I don't want to put something like that on him right now. He's not in a good place still. I'm not sure if he's put on pants anytime this week."

"Yeah, but don't you sleep in the same clothes you wear to school, like, every day?"

He barely dodged the next punch.

"You know what I mean. Someone's got to care about this family, Mom sure didn't..."

The sat in silence for a moment before Shouta looked up slowly. "Nemuri said her hook-up was at Payless...right?"

"Dude..." Hizashi said in warning."

"I know but it wouldn't kill us to check it out."

"Do you really want better friends so badly?"

Shouta sat up so fast Hizashi swore it was a record for him.

"What the hell? No! I just said I only want to stop being bullied."

"But if you end up cool, you'll have better friends."

"Don't wan'em," Shouta shrunk back down into his signature scarf. "You managed to pester yourself into my life, you aren't leaving."

Hizashi said nothing, instead opted to lean on Shouta's shoulder. "You know you're my favorite person."

"But that doesn't mean I can't still dream."

Hizashi let out a short bark of laughter. "High school is shit, but I'll help you try and conqueror it. That's just what we do, we make it a two player game."

Shouta flopped over onto his shoulder. "Can you make it a one player game for a bit? I'm tired."

"You're always tired," Hizashi huffed. "But yeah, it'll be a one player game until you come back."

Already half-asleep, Shouta just nodded and snuggled in closer. "I hope the stupid Squip is a real thing. I'm not forking over 600 bucks for a grey Tic-Tac."

#bnha #mha #bmc au #erasermic #miczawa #eraserhead #present mic

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theatreodyssey · 8 years ago

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just for tonight [ jeremy heere x reader ]

Summary : Jeremy Heere is a socially ostracized teen boy at a Halloween party. After a meeting with his high school bully, Rich, he decides to get a supercomputer implanted in his brain to make him cooler. His friend, (Y/N), who is completely opposed to the idea lets their feelings spill when they take Jeremy onto the dance floor. An emotionally-charged kiss that never should have happened may end up being the best thing that happened to either of them.

Warning : arguments, drug mentions, underage drinking

Disclaimer : I do not own Jeremy, or any characters from Be More Chill. I don’t own you either.

Word Count : 2566

Author’s Notes : This is based more on the book than the play, since I haven’t gotten around to actually seeing it. It’s also written from Jeremy’s point of view, as it’s based on the novel. Also, I don’t condone underage drinking or drug use, but it’s canon in the book, so it felt right to include it.

Standing up against the wall of the Halloween dance, I watch Christine grind on Jake in her costume. Next to me, Rich, dressed as a giant weed leaf, drones on a little more about the squip. Hopefully, it’ll make me cooler. I can research it later, but right now, I’m at a party.

“Jere-bear?” I cringe at the juvenile nickname. There’s only one person in the world that calls me that, and that’s one too many.

“(Y/N)! Yeah?” I turn over to see a giant bird. Well, it’s not a bird literally, but my view of their face is obstructed by a plague doctors mask with a black beak that juts out a couple of inches from their face, and it makes them look like a crow or a raven of some sort. I’m not sure if that’s what they’re going for, because the rest of their costume doesn’t scream traditional plague doctor. Their entire form is draped over with a dark cloak. I catch myself wishing that they were wearing less.

“So, the Humiliation Sheets…” Their speech is muffled slightly through the mask, and their eyes are hidden behind the goggles of it. I hate that. They could have their eyes anywhere right now, and I’d never know. Not that they’d see much, as it’s rather dark in the party room. My own mask is still down, but I can rarely keep my anonymity around (Y/N). We’ve been friends since middle school, and they know me way too well.

Of course. The sheets that I mark all my daily humiliating events on. It hasn’t even been a day since my secret got out, and news has already spread from the popular kids to my unpopular friend. “That’s not why you came over here, right?” I know them, and this isn’t why they want to talk.

“Come dance with me.” They avoid the question completely. I glance onto the dance floor at all of my peers moving around in the overly obnoxious flashing lights. I’m not a good dancer by any means, but (Y/N) tilts their bird head at me and I can’t reject them when all they want to do is dance.

It’s not just dancing, of course. They want privacy in a crowded place, and the only way to keep our conversation quiet while still talking over the music is to get close. I take their hand and we make our way to the edge of the dance floor with them leading the way. Their hands gravitate toward my neck and wrap around me. I’m a little confused. All the other couples are grinding or convulsing in one way or another, and these songs don’t seem like slow dance jams, but (Y/N) was the one that wanted to dance, so I’ll sway if they really want me to.

I let my hands land on their hips. “You were listening, right? To my conversation with Rich about the squip?” I don’t see a point in swaying out here for nothing, so I get right to figuring out what they actually want to say to me.

“Not on purpose, but I heard everything.” They assure me in a chipper voice. Their posture is much too good, and they’re as stiff as I am (which is very stiff).

“You don’t like the idea of me being liked.” I lift my mask up and wear it on my head rather than my face. They do the same, and now their beak is sticking up in the air like a horn.

“You’re already liked, Jeremy,” They spin me a little and I feel the passion fill the room. They hate it when I get down on myself. “I don’t like the idea of you selling everything that makes you you for a couple of nights with pretty girls.”

“It’s not just that! I need help, (Y/N). All I ever wanted was to make it through school. And Christine. So, if this thing can make me cooler, I’ll take it.” My voice is rising now, but I doubt anyone can hear anything over the music. The lights are low, and (Y/N) and I are rather close. We’re a lot closer than we were just a couple of minutes ago. I don’t think that they notice, but I do. It’s actually better, I think. I don’t have to actually yell to yell at them.

“How cool can the squid make you if it lets Rich dress like that?” They lean their head over to Rich, who is still against the wall scoping out the Hot Girls. He’s been with every one of them, and he’s painted head to toe in green. I get what they’re saying. He’s dressed as a giant weed leaf with arms and legs (even more ridiculous than what I’m donning at the moment) and he still is considered cool because of his squip. (Y/N) means to deter me, but honestly, I just want it even more. I’ll talk to Rich again soon.

“It’s squip, (Y/N).” I correct them. I try not to do it in a mean way, since I am the one who mistook the word for “quick” not just ten minutes ago.

“That’s even dumber.” They chuckle slightly, their grip on my shoulders stiffening. They lean into me and I instinctively wrap my arms tighter around their waist. Even though we’ve known each other since 6th grade, their laugh seems different every time I hear it. It sounds new. I wish I could hear it more. Is that normal? I don’t have many friends. Are these normal friend-thoughts?

“Have you been drinking, Jere?” Their voice breaks me from my thoughts. I have to restrain myself from rolling my eyes because I know what they’ll say when I tell them the truth, and I can’t lie to them.

“Scotch. A little bit.” I glance at the wooden panels on the dimly lit floor. Various colors of lights dance across the floor. I feel a sudden aching in my chest.

“Aw hell, Jeremy.” They say under their breath. It’s a lot nicer than what I thought was coming my way, but I still snap at them.

“Why are you always such a buzzkill?” I whisper-yell. Not quite sure how people do that, but it’s possible. I regret it as soon as the words leave my mouth. Their eyes widen at my tone, and I think I need to add another section to my Humiliation Sheets.

Saying something I shouldn’t have. Being mean to a friend. Mistreating others.

I can’t decide a category. Of course, I could put it under a Mortification Event.

“Sue me,” There’s the snarky (Y/N) I expected. “I care about my neurological development. Y'know that illegal drugs are illegal to minors for a reason, right? Your brain doesn’t stop developing until age 24, so please take care of yourself.” The end of their speech is so soft and quiet that I can barely hear. If I wasn’t so focused on their slightly parted lips, which are mildly pink due to them ingesting a copious amount of punch, I may not have been able to make out what they told me.

I never give them enough credit for caring about me as much as they do.

Still, they’re annoying as hell. It’s not their job to lecture me when all I did was sip from Rich’s flask. “Maybe you should get a squip,” I press. “You’d sure be more fun to hang around.” That’s probably a lie. They know all the social rules, they just maintain the opinion that the rules are all stupid. The squip would only tell them what they already know, and they would seldom ever listen.

“Maybe I should. Maybe I’ll listen to it and bully great guys who’ll write it down on Humiliation Sheets. Are you really considering this, Jeremy? You could lose yourself. What if you become the people that you hate?” They have a point. Rich bullied me because his squip told him soon. What if I landed on someone’s Humiliation Sheets?

That’s a risk I’ll take.

“I just want to be cool, (Y/N). You wouldn’t understand. You’re smart and gorgeous and you could get anyone in the school, if you really wanted to!” All true. The reason that they’ve stuck around with me for 5 years now still alludes me.

“I don’t want to lose you! I know that you don’t think you’re cool, but you’re just about the best person I know, so why can’t you just get your eyes off Christine for a second to realize that there are actually good people that love you, just as you are!” Their eyes are puffy and lined with tears that they try to blink away, and I’m quite sure that my entire face is red. Luckily for me, it’s dark. Unluckily for them, the lights reflect off their teary eyes and make them glow rather brightly. If they weren’t red and full of tears that I caused, I’d think that they were pretty. Vibrant as always.

“Don’t hold me back just because you know that you’d be so goddamn lonely at the bottom of the social food chain if I had a better life!” I can’t seem to stop. I dig my hole deeper and deeper. I’m hurting them, and I don’t stop. They’re caring, and I don’t quite know how to deal, so I push them away. My arms loosen around their waist. Their arms tighten around my neck.

They look down at my chest. I’d be self conscious, but they’ve been my friend for years now and I doubt that they’re still at flight risk. A sigh escapes them, and I watch their eyes flash back up to me before landing on our shoes. Our feet move with the blaring rhythm of the music. “So, you’re really going through with this?” They inquire in a low voice.

“I think so.” They already know that I’m set on this. They just don’t want to believe it, but they’re not me.

“It’s your choice. I’ll just miss you.” Geez. I wish I could remind them that I’m not dying, but I can’t conceive a way to tell them without coming off like an even bigger jerk than I am. I bet a squip could tell me a proper thing to say.

“I’m sorry for what I said,” That’s an okay start, “You know that we’ll still be friends, right?”

“Right,” They give me a half-hearted smile. I wish they would smile more. It looks so good on them. It looks like what you’d expect when opening up a lifestyle magazine to a page about happy teens doing happy things, except this is real. (Y/N) is that kind of unedited beautiful. “You’re not getting with Christine tonight. She’s all over Jake.” They tilt their head and motion to Christine. With me swaying with (Y/N), I forgot the actual reason I came here.

“Thanks for reminding me.” I deadpan. I mean it as a half joke, and I’m relieved to see them giggle and glance up at me. Their shoulders bounce up and down; I love when shoulders do that. I feel like if your jokes are good enough to move a person’s mouth and lungs, that’s good, but to move a person’s body because they like you that much is even better. They get what I mean.

“Let me finish,” They smirk at me and relax a bit as they lean closer to me. “You’re not getting with Christine, so I don’t see that there’d be anything wrong with getting with someone else tonight. Kids at our school have done much worse. Do you see an issue with getting with someone else?” One of their eyebrows rises.

“Not particularly. Why do you ask?” Now it’s my turn to raise an eyebrow. I feel like I look like an idiot. If it were a conversation with anyone else, I’d be putting a lot more limitations on my expressions. Just as we spin, I step into a green spotlight and scrunch my face at the sudden change.

“You look cute, Jeremy.” Only (Y/N) doesn’t say that. A part of me wishes that they did.

“Do me a favor, Jeremy,” is how their next sentence actually begins, “Because you’re such a great friend.” They add quickly. Their eyes flicker around uncomfortably.

I lean closer to their face, my voice laced with concern, “What is it?”

“Kiss me. Just for tonight, can I be with you?” They won’t look me in the eyes, and their legs are a bit more shaky than before. Their eyes are glued on our shuffling shoes.

It takes me what feels like a full minute to process their request. (Y/N) wants me. I remove a hand from their waist and lift their chin up as gently as I can. Looking into their eyes, I don’t see anything wrong with kissing them. Actually, it feels as if it’s the only thing right.

They’re so nice, and hell they’re so cute.

I lean in somewhat slowly, partially afraid that they’ll pull away and laugh at me for thinking that they were serious. Inhaling sharply, I ghost my lips over theirs, and feeling the slight tinge of contact makes my entire face feel numb. It feels as if my entire face was dipped into bubbles. Don’t know why I know that feeling so well, but it’s a gentle and electrical feeling. It’s foreign and really nice.

They press their mouth to mine, and I feel the warmth of them radiate through my spine. Their lips are soft and taste of the punch. They’re moving on mine in a way that I’m too nervous to reciprocate, so I stay relatively stagnant for the first few seconds. I still can’t believe that this is happening. I know they feel my apprehension, because they begin to shy away from me, pulling back slightly.

I panic. I don’t want this kiss to end.

I grasp desperately at their ebony fabric until their torso is pressed against mine and my mouth is moving feverishly atop theirs. I need them to know that I want this. They seem to relax, letting themselves melt into me. My eyes flicker open for just a moment. I want to see them.

Pulling away, I let my tongue graze their bottom lip. It was probably awkward, but I don’t care at this point. It was nice. I blush and place my mask back over my face as a gentle reminder to myself that I can’t do it again, as much as I want to.

It shouldn’t have happened in the first place, but I’m so glad that it did.

“Jeremy?” Their mask is also on at this point, and I’m faced with the leathery beak of a plague doctor instead of the pretty face of my good friend.

“Yes?” I sound almost sad.

“Get that squip, if you want. But I want you to know: you’re doing pretty good without it. You’re a good person without it.” They give me that pitiful “thanks for being a friend” kind of shoulder pat, and then all I can do is watch their cloaks swing over the dance floor as they walk away and fade into the crowd of the party.

I’ve really got some things to figure out.

#first post y'all #I got kind of carried away with this one #but I kinda like it #jeremy heere #jeremy heere x reader #jeremy heere imagine #jeremy heere fanfiction #be more chill #be more chill imagine #be more chill x reader #be more chill fanfiction #x reader #reader insert #bmc #bmc jeremy #bmc x reader #bmc imagine #bmc fanfiction #theatreodyssey

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nyancheetosmusical · 7 years ago

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The Squip Tries to Stand (HSAU Ch.3)

More human squip! As always, thanks to @takeabreathandsmile and @justpidgance for developing this AU with me, and again to @justpidgance for helping me write this and edit and for being a good friend in general.

No illustrations this time, sorry :1 Maybe next time.

Anyway, enjoy!

Jeremy didn’t know how long it took, but his face had dried. He took a stuttering breath.

“Well, are we going to address the elephant in the room?”

“...What do you mean?”

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe the fact that you’re here and alive and in a body and in my room right now!?”

“Ah, yes, that. Tell you what, Jeremy, if you let me have some more Mtn Dew so I can get out of this unbelievably uncomfortable position, I will tell you what I know.”

“Do you really think you’re in a position to be bargaining with me?”

The Squip let out a sigh of defeat. “...Please, may I have some Mtn Dew?”

Jeremy was slightly taken aback; The Squip saying “please”? That was a new one. He mulled it over for a few seconds.

“....Fine.” He stood up and crossed the room to his dresser where he had set the bottle. The color and flavor of regular Mtn Dew now nauseated him, and as he picked it up he wanted nothing more than to pour it down a sink. Nevertheless, he knelt down by the Squip’s head, twisted off the cap, and poured a bit of the soda into the Squip’s mouth. Immediately, Jeremy stood up and backed slightly away from the boy, not trusting him in the slightest.

After a few seconds, the Squip’s limbs stopped twitching, and he stretched them out, almost cat-like. He then sat up fully and looked at Jeremy, who was glaring, arms crossed.

“Alright, you had your Mtn Dew. Now tell me, what’s going on?”

The Squip stared at him. “I don’t know.”

“wha- YOU SON OF A-”

“Jeremy, I said I would tell you what I know, and what I know is that I have no idea what happened. I was in your mind and then I wasn’t. That’s all I recall, other than some strange memories of the night sky and a….” he trailed off as Jeremy put his head in his hands. He was so tired, so done with the Squip, so done with all of this. He just. Wanted. Some. Sleep.

“Listen, I don’t care. I just want you out of my house, okay? I saved your life, the least you can do now is leave me alone. I don’t want to see you ever again.”

_____

The Squip was slightly taken aback at the rudeness of the request. However, it was what Jeremy wanted, and he was still in tune with wanting to follow Jeremy’s desires. And frankly, all this guilt was really bothersome. The quicker he got away from Jeremy, the faster the guilt might go away.

Alright, he was going to leave then. Now he just had to figure out how. The Squip sat for a second, eyes awkwardly shifting back and forth.

“...Don’t tell me you don’t know how to stand up-”

“Wh- Of course I do! Look, you just-” The Squip rolled to his side and used his arms to push himself up, shifting his legs beneath him so he could get up. However, as soon as he tried to stand, his legs crumpled beneath him with a burst of pain and the Squip was back on the floor.

….This was less than optimal.

He tried again, this time anticipating the pain and using the wall as support, finally standing. Panting from the effort, the Squip took a step towards Jeremy.

“See, I told you-” With a cry of pain, his legs gave out and he was again on the floor.

_____

Jeremy smirked as the Squip face planted again.

“Having some trouble there?”

“Shut up, I just...I’m having a difficult time adjusting to this body.” But as the Squip tried again and again to stand, Jeremy’s smirk slowly fell.

“Dude, stop messing around and just get out of here already, you look like an idiot.”

“Thank you Jeremy, I am aware….”

Eventually, the Squip sat in the center of the room, bow legged and blushing, staring up at Jeremy but unable to look him in the eyes.

“This is very….uh….”

“Embarrassing?”

“Yes, that. I um….I don’t think I can stand.” Jeremy rolled his eyes.

“Oh, hilarious. Now get your ass out of here before I call Michael and tell him to come beat the crap out of you.”

“Jeremy, trust me, I want to get out of here as much as you do, but I’m being serious- I can’t stand.”

“Bullshit.” Jeremy stepped forward and roughly yanked the Squip to his feet.

“Jeremy, I don’t think you-” With another yelp of pain, the Squip again fell to the floor. “Urgh….there’s something wrong with my legs.”

“What do you mean ‘something’s wrong’?”

“I don’t know-”

“I swear, if you’re just doing this so I feel sorry for you-”

“No! I-”

“Cause I’m not going to forgive you no matter what and I want you out of my house NOW!” The Squip threw his arms in the air, exasperated.

“Listen, all I know is that there’s something wrong with these legs and I can’t stand and they hurt when I try and there is something wrong but I don’t know what and I don’t even know what I’m doing here and I am very confused and I want to leave too but I CAN NOT.”

Jeremy stared at the boy pouting on his floor. In a strange way, it was….humanizing to see him get so worked up.

“...You really can’t walk, can you?”

“No, I can’t, Jeremy, we just went over this. Anyway….” Jeremy tuned out the Squip and focused on his own thoughts, not really watching as the Squip began to examine his short little legs.

It’d be kind of wrong to throw a cripple out…

But what if it’s a trick?

What kind of trick would he even pulling though? He seems pretty harmless, at least for now, I mean he can’t even walk….

Do we really want him to stay though? He did almost…..

His thoughts slowed to a halt as he noticed the blue light of the Squip’s eyes fixed on him. All of a sudden, Jeremy noticed just how small and nervous the Squip looked; he stared at Jeremy as if awaiting a death sentence.

“....w-what are you going to do with me?” The Squip’s voice was small and scared. The complete sincerity of the simple question made the choice for Jeremy. He groaned.

“....fine. You can stay tonight, but then tomorrow you’re out of here, whether you can walk or not.” The Squip’s body visibly relaxed, and he turned his glowing gaze to the floor. Then, without saying anything, he reached forward and gently patted Jeremy’s foot.

“...what on earth are you doing?”

“I recall that you prefer gratitude being expressed through physical affection. Therefore, I am petting your foot so you can best understand that I am grateful for you letting me stay.” The Squip looked up and met Jeremy’s confused gaze-oh my god he was being 100% serious. Jeremy felt his heart melt a bit before he could stop himself.

“Y-yeah, well, unlike you probably I wouldn’t let some random kid freeze to death outside….” The Squip continued to pet Jeremy’s foot tenderly. It was actually kind of adorable- Jeremy pulled his foot away and shook his head.

No.

This is the Squip

The Squip is bad.

“I still don’t trust you not to do anything, though, and I’m not going to stay up all night watching you, so…” He looked around his room, searching for-

“There it is.” Jeremy walked over and snagged his backpack by his closet, dumping out all the assorted crap inside. Unwilling to turn his back on the Squip, he leaned forward and grabbed the heaviest textbooks he had opened maybe once off his bookshelf- World History, Chemistry in the Living World, Patterns in Geography and Change, and more- and loaded them all in the backpack and zipped it shut. The straps groaned with effort as Jeremy dragged the massive bag back to the Squip in the center of the room.

“Hold out your arms.”

“May I ask why?”

“No.”

The Squip hesitantly put his arms up. In a single movement, Jeremy hoisted the weighted bag off the ground, looped the straps around the boy’s arms, and dropped the backpack straight onto the Squip’s chest. The sudden weight knocked the Squip flat on his back, pinning him down with a wheeze.

“Stay.” Jeremy sprinted out of his room and down the stairs, into the kitchen and to the junk drawer. He hastily dug through it, muttering to himself. “We’ve got to have some, I swear I saw some the other- there!” Desired object in hand, he raced back up the stairs and into his room, shutting the door behind him. The Squip was flailing slightly beneath the gigantic bag, but couldn’t seem to move, like a turtle on its back. Perfect.

Jeremy hauled the door to his closet open, and making sure there was enough room inside, grabbed the Squip and pulled him inside, propping him up against the far wall. The Squip stared blankly as Jeremy fumbled with something in his pocket.

“...Jeremy, what is all this for?”

“What, you think I trust you enough to have free reign of my room? Now hold out your hands again.” The Squip let out a sigh and raised his arms.

“Fair enough.”

Making sure his arms were still through the backpack straps, Jeremy pressed the Squip’s wrists together and looped a zip tie around them, pulling the band through the catch tight with his teeth. He stepped back and admired his handiwork. The Squip peered over the backpack weighing his lap down to look at his newly tied hands, experimentally wiggling his wrists.

“....I can’t move.”

“Yeah. That’s point.” Jeremy looked the Squip dead in the eyes. “Alright, rules- and if you don’t want to spend the rest of the night outside, you’re gonna follow them- One: No talking, no noise, no nothing. Two: You’re going to stay in the closet and you’re not going to try to leave or move that backpack or take the books out of it. Three: My dad can’t know you’re here, he’d throw you out faster than I would, so keep it down. Four: No waking me up, I’m tired as balls. Got it? Good.” And with that, Jeremy slid the closet door shut.

_____

Now completely in the dark, the Squip fully noticed the glow from his eyes. He used it to search the closet he was in; the majority of the clothes were on hangers, but a fair amount were strewn about the floor. He noticed that those on the floor mainly consisted of the ones he had Jeremy purchase when he was still his Squip. The realization brought another wave of guilt crashing over the Squip. He tried to ignore it- there was no reason for him to feel guilty, he had merely acted on his programming. Additionally, things would have worked out perfectly in the end had he not been defective-

The Squip shuddered. God, how he hated that word. Even when he had been an emotionless computer chip he knew he hated that word. It meant he was broken. It meant he was obsolete, in need of termination-

He did not want to think about this right now. Instead, the Squip tried to focus on the sensations of sensory input. For one, his feet were very cold, and that was bothersome. The weight of the backpack pinning him against the wall, now that it was no longer pressing directly on his chest, wasn’t so suffocating. His feet really were quite cold. The zip tie cinching his wrists together was ever so slightly uncomfortable as it dug into his skin (not as uncomfortable as his freezing feet, though), but the Squip much prefered some mild discomfort to trying to survive outside in the night. Now his feet on the other hand-

Alright, this was getting ridiculous. The Squip wiggled his toes, hoping to stimulate some warmth, but nothing seemed to be working. He struggled to ignore the chill in his feet and wracked his brains. How did humans warm up their feet? There had to be something, but no matter how hard the Squip thought, he couLDN’T STOP THINKING ABOUT HOW COLD HIS FEET WERE-

Okay, this was now beyond ridiculous. He knew the rules Jeremy had set but this was going to drive him crazy if he didn’t do anything.

“.....Jeremyyyy?” he whispered softly.

_____

Jeremy buried his face further in his pillow. He had finally gotten comfortable and felt himself start to drift off to sleep-

“.....Jeremyyyy?” Jeremy groaned. All he wanted was some quiet…

“I thought I told you to shut it.”

“Jeremy, I….I think something is wrong with my body….” In an instant, Jeremy leapt out of bed, and raced to the closet, throwing open the door, not bothering to wonder if he was showing too much concern.

“What is it? Do you need more Mtn Dew?” The light of the Squip’s eyes illuminated the slightly embarrassed look on his face.

“I...I don’t think so, maybe? I just um….well….how do humans keep their feet warm?”

Jeremy stared at the Squip. “...what?”

“I uhm….my feet are very cold and I can’t figure out how to warm them up, and it is bothering me very much-”

“...You woke me up because your feet are cold?”

“I...yes. I did.” Jeremy put his face in his hands.

“You’re the worst.” He heard the Squip shuffle slightly.

“...I’m sorry.” The Squip said in a small, defeated voice. Jeremy looked up, surprised. The Squip just….did he just apologize?

Before he could tell himself no, Jeremy reached up to the top shelf in his closet and rummaged around his sock box. He pulled out a pair of hot pink fuzzy socks that he had won at a Christmas raffle years ago and had never worn. Crouching down, Jeremy roughly yanked the socks onto the Squip’s feet, stepping back when he was done.

“Now will you shut up so I can go to bed?” The Squip didn’t respond. He was staring at his newly-socked feet with a look of absolute amazement, eyes shining, jaw to the floor. He wiggled his toes experimentally, eyes growing wider as the amazement turned to the purest bliss Jeremy had ever seen.

Jeremy didn’t care that this was his Squip.

This was so freaking adorable, and he couldn’t stop himself from smiling. “I’ll take that as a yes, then?” The Squip nodded mutely, unable to tear his gaze from his pink feet.

_____

THIS WAS INCREDIBLE. The Squip was at a loss for words. His feet had been obnoxiously cold and uncomfortable, and all of a sudden they weren’t? They were warm and nice and the socks were soft he had no idea something could be so soft-

He knew Jeremy was staring at him and this wasn’t very dignified but the Squip couldn’t help it, he had never experienced something so positively wonderful before. He wiggled his toes again, marveling at the way the socks moved and the warmth they held. Jeremy might’ve said something and moved a bit, but the Squip couldn’t look away.

Without warning, a large flat fabric something was tossed onto the Squip, breaking his gaze with his feet. There was Jeremy, looming over the Squip and shoving down the edges of what he now could tell was a blanket around the the Squip, sealing him under its soft warmth. He looked up at Jeremy who was tucking him in, surprised by this random act of kindness. Jeremy, seeing the absolute ecstasy on the Squip’s face, turned away, muttering: “I just don’t want you waking me up when the rest of you gets cold. Now shut up and go to sleep or something.” And Jeremy shut the door.

The Squip sat in the darkness, now tucked under a large blanket and feet wearing fuzzy socks, and it felt….really, really good. The warmth was good and the softness was good and the darkness was good and the Squip just felt so safe and okay, he didn’t even notice that he was smiling. But he felt good and that was all that mattered.

#human squip au #human squip #hsau #jeremy heere #the squip #hah finally time for some fluff #it's taken two chapters but we finally got to it

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actualbird · 8 years ago

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(just fell face first into be more chill dont me. wc: 1k. michael teaches jeremy filipino. pre-squip. fluff. pining galore. BYE!!)

Michael’s Filipino is conyo at best. He can understand Filipino with no problem, but don’t count on him to string together a sentence in it without having to resort to the kind of Taglish that he’s sure would make his mom wince. He only ever speaks it at home to his family, so he doesn’t get too much practice. But if there’s one thing Michael does a lot in Filipino, it’s swear.

“Tangina!” Michael says over Jeremy’s victorious whooping. On screen, the K.O. flashes almost mockingly. “I can’t believe this. All our years of friendship and you kill me without a second thought?”

“Dude, you were gonna do the same, so like, suck it up. I win.” Jeremy grins. He leans back into the beanbag while Michael stands up and rummages around for something disgusting and sugary to shove into his mouth.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Bask in it while you can, Jer, ‘cuz I’m not letting you win the next round.”

“What’d you say? I can’t hear you over all the sore loser in the air.”

Michael throws a Reese Cup at Jeremy’s head. Jeremy sticks out his tongue at him.

“Hey, what’d that thing you say awhile ago mean?” Jeremy asks, handing over the Reese Cup to Michael. Real friendship is surrendering the snack projectile you just got pelted with because you know your friend still totally wants to eat it.

“What thing?”

“That thing you said like, right when you lost.”

“Oh, ‘tangina’?” Jeremy nods. “Standard Filipino curse word. You know this already.”

“Yeah, but like, what does it mean y’know? It never hurts to have a few more swears in my vocabulary.” He tells Michael, turning to him. Ridiculously earnest, he says, “Can you teach me some? It’d be cool to know how to curse in another language.”

“Okay, okay. It, uh. Tangina comes from putang ina which is a shortened form of puta ang ina mo which literally translates to ‘your mom is a whore’. But now it’s just an all around swear.”

“How do you use it?”

“Uh, it’s pretty versatile? Like I guess it can work like how the word fuck works. Fuck it. Fuck this. Fuck. Tangina mo, if you want to use it on somebody specifically, like fuck you.” Michael laughs at Jeremy’s very focused look. “Try saying it. Tangina.”

“Tahng eeh-na.” Jeremy says. Michael tries really hard, he really does, but he doubles back in laughter. “What? Shut up! I said it just like you did!”

“No, you fucking didn’t, oh god.” Michael takes a deep breath. Jeremy is pouting at him, god. This boy. “Try again, but like. Whatever you were doing with your vowels? Don’t do it.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“I dunno, just try again. Tangina.”

“Tahh—You’re smiling already, jerk.” Jeremy plucks the Reese Cup Michael had apparently just been holding this entire time and throws it at him. “Tahng eeh nuh mow!”

“Oh geez, oh god,” Michael is wheezing. Somewhere out there, his mom just got a headache out of nowhere. Who’s conyo now, mom? “You’ve at least got the aggression down, man. One last time, I’ll help you out, now, really.”

“You’re just gonna laugh again,” Jeremy rolls his eyes.

“I swear, I won’t! One last time, please?” He bats his eyelashes. Jeremy’s told him before that this just makes Michael look like he got sand in his eye.

“Okay, fine.” Jeremy breathes in. “Ta—”

Michael grabs Jeremy’s face.

“—what.” Jeremy says.

“No, no, keep going.” Michael says. For a guy with such a angular face, Jeremy has soft cheeks. “When you do the vowels you make them too big. I’ll stop you from doing that.”

“Taa—” Michael squeezes Jeremy’s face, and the ‘a’ sound that comes out is not exactly music to Michael’s ears, but it’s more bearable. “—ngeeh—”

“Less of an ‘eeh’ and more of an ‘ih’.”

“Ih?” Jeremy tilts his head.

“Yeah, there, better!” Michael lets go of Jeremy. “Last syllable now.”

“Nah?”

“A little shorter. Na.”

“Na.”

“Na?”

“Batman,” Michael couldn’t resist, and Jeremy actually laughs. “You got it, though! Now all together.”

Jeremy takes a second to compose himself. “Tangina,” he says, it doesn’t sound too much like mangled American garbage.

“There’s my boy!” Michael claps and gives Jeremy a standing ovation.

“Thank you, thank you,” Jeremy stands up too and makes a big show of bowing to the one man audience in the basement. “What else can you teach me?”

“What else do you wanna know?” Michael says, finally eating the goddamn Reese Cup.

“Uh, how do you say,” Jeremy mumbles something incomprehensible.

“What?”

“How do you say,” more mumbling.

“Speak up, buddy, these glasses help me see, not hear.”

“I said. Uh. How do you say ‘I love you’?”

Michael chokes on peanut butter cup goodness.

“Oh, wow, holy shit,” Michael coughs. Is his face warm? It better not fucking be. Pull yourself together, Mell! “Where’d this sudden romantic side of you come from?”

Jeremy, uncharacteristically calm, shrugs. “I figure it could be a nice icebreaker for Christine, or something? I don’t know. It’s stupid, you don’t have to tea—”

“Mahal kita,” Michael says. The ache in his chest now has nothing to do with chocolate and peanut butter. The things he does for this boy. This boy. “I love you in Filipino is mahal kita.”

“Oh,” Jeremy says. “That’s just two words, though.”

“Love is mahal. The I and you come together to become one word; kita. Romantic right?” Michael pushes his glasses up his face and focuses on something else, anything else in the room that isn’t Jeremy.

“Mah-hahl kee-tah,” Jeremy says, then his face scrunches up, seemingly aware of the abomination he managed to say. “Ma-hahl? Mahal? Mahal kita? Am I saying it right? Mahal kita?” Jeremy looks Michael straight in the eye and says “Mahal kita.”

Michael’s soul is being ripped from his body as he speaks. If this is a good thing or a bad thing, he’ll decide later when he’s alone and Jeremy fuckin’ Heere isn’t around to tell him he loves him.

“Yeah, you’re saying it right, buddy,” he twirls the cord of his headphones around his finger, ignoring the burn in his face. “You’ve got my seal of approval.”

“Thanks,” Jeremy grins, completely unaware. “You know, for somebody who still makes the bunny ears when tying shoelaces, you’re a pretty good teacher.”

“Gago ka,” Michael throws a wrapper at Jeremy. “Don’t diss the bunny ears. We were taught that way for a reason.”

“What did that mean?” Jeremy asks. “Gago ka.”

“Uh, well. Ka means you, and gago—” The ache in Michael’s chest dissipates slightly, forgotten instead for the iron control he needs to not laugh right now and give himself away. “Gago means best friend.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yep.”

“So, Michael, I’m your gago?”

“Absolutely, dude.”

“Cool,” Jeremy says. “You’re my gago too.”

Somewhere out there, Michael’s mom’s headache just turned into a migraine.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way, Jeremy.” Michael says, keeping a straight face only due to years of practice of schooling his features in front of Jeremy. “Now, come on. I’ve got sugar in my system and vengeance in my soul. Get ready to get beat!”

“Oh yeah, dream on, gago.” Jeremy says, smiling, giddy at a new word.

Michael will probably have to tell him some time that gago does not mean best friend, probably before Jeremy ends up saying it in front of Michael’s family and Michael’s mom whacks him upside the head, but that’s something for another day. Now, he grabs his controller and sets up a new game. Now, he tries to will away the ache in his chest. Now, he glances over to Jeremy, relaxed smile on his face illuminated by the TV screen.

Tangina, Michael thinks. Tangina.

(now an ongoing fic. part 2. part 3. part 4. or read everything on ao3 here.)

glossary of terms not defined in fic:

conyo = in terms of language, it pertains to those who use taglish (tagalog and english) instead of speaking straight filipino. this includes the use filipino conjugation rules for english words. american english accent sometimes.

gago = vulgar word for asshole/jerk. dont trust google translate sfkjhdskjhsd)

#bmc #be more chill #boyf riends #iwrotesomething #my sen/se8 y/oi fic has met some Problems so i wrote this for fun it was super refreshing #jeremy heere #im tagging this a lot because i want attention dont me #i actually posted this awhile ago but got insecure deleted it deleted the sideblog i posted it on and here we are again WEW

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Sorry but I don’t know how to do a read more on mobile!! Well, this is rated M(ature) for suggestive content. Enjoys some boyf riends!

MICHAEL: hey buddy! ME: Need something? MICHAEL: howd u kno ;) MICHAEL: i wanna go to the square today MICHAEL: come with me? ME: We were together like ME: Two hours ago MICHAEL: guess i miss my little jere bear 🐻 ME: Oh my god you’re hopeless MICHAEL: sooooo…..? ME: Yeah MICHAEL: AWESOME! MICHAEL: ill be at your house in three ME: Ok ME: See you :)

Jeremy slipped his phone back into his pocket. This was a normal occurrence- Michael would declare their hang out over, drop him off, and then call him up to hang out again. His high score is two minutes after dropping Jeremy off.

He didn’t mind it though, Jeremy loved every second of their hangouts. Michael was a pleasant person to be around, yeah he’s a high maintenance friend but- so was Jeremy, so it works out.

Jeremy felt his phone buzz, he pulled it out and looked at the screen.

MICHAEL: ok im almost there jere

His heart jumped a little, he always loved that nickname, and Jere Bear. Recently-er, maybe not so recent as he thinks… maybe he’s just noticing it and able to pin point it at this point- anyway, Jeremy has been feeling really high when he’s around him. Not like, because of weed, he just feels like his stomach and head spin whenever he’s near Michael.

Jeremy hears a honk,“Shhhhit- BYE DAD”

“Message me when you’re home!”

He heads out after he grabs his keys and slips his wallet in his back pocket. He runs to Michaels car, he rolls down the window.

“Hey stud.” He had a stupid grin on his face.

“Oh shut up and unlock the door.” He smiles, a light blush dusting his cheeks.

“Michael unlocks the door and turns down the music on the radio,“So I was lying, we’re going to The View. Sound good? Good.”

“Jeremy laughs as he put on his seatbelt and got situated,“You’re not being serious are you?”

"He started driving,“I’m being so serious Jere, I knew you wouldn’t agree to it but this time-”

"If you prank me I won’t play games with you for a week.”

He smiles, recollecting the last few times they were at The View,“I won’t!”

Jeremy gave him The Look™,“No really! I won’t pull anything, I’ll even pink promise.”

He smiles,“Okay.” They pinky promise, they hold it there for a few lingering moments, causing Jeremy to blush.

"Sooooo, what were you planning on doing there if it’s not torturing me?”

"You’ll just have to wait and see my dude.”

They banter back and forth as they drive to their destination. Jeremy watched Michael drive, he watches his hands grip the steering wheel, and how the light from the sunset glitters on his hair and skin. Since when was he so? Beautiful?? He also has the prettiest smile, his teeth are so straight and his lips are just so-

"Here! And look it’s just the right time.”

Jeremy’s face goes red, ‘God stop thinking about him like that. He’s your friend and your his friend and you’re FRIENDS.’ Jeremy tells himself.

“A-awesome! But… why did you park backwards?”

Jeremy watched Michael as he hopped out of his truck and opened the backseat door, pulling out two sleeping bags and a blanket.

"Michael?” Jeremy got out and followed Michael to the back seat of the trunk. He was spreading the sleeping bags out and later the fluffy blanket on top.

"A mini camp out! Hold on I’ve got some snacks in the backseat.” He hopped off and came back with a bag of chips and other various foods.

"You’re such a dork.”

"Yeah and so are you, kinda why you chose to be my friend, ‘member? C'mon, don’t wanna miss the view.” He got back into the bed of the truck, he set everything down and patted the spot next to him. Jeremy joined him, looking out at the view of the city. The land below them was cluttered with city lights.

It was quiet, just the two of them were there, watching the city life buzz below them, cars speeding through the streets and the night air softly caressing their skin.

Jeremy looks at Michael, he’s going on about the most recent episode of one of the shows they both watch. Jeremy watches the way his lips move and they way his hands wave around as he gets progressively more excited about whatever it is he’s talking about. Jeremy always loved that about him- how excited he would get about anything and everything. You get him started on one thing and he wouldn’t stop.

Come to think about it, Jeremy loved a lot of things about Michael. Every mannerism he had fit him perfectly. Nothing he did would annoy him, in fact, Michael made Jeremy love him more each time they hung out. Yeah he’d point out whenever he looked like ass but, he would always make sure he was okay if anything looked wrong.

Michael takes care of him and he takes care of Michael. Its the perfect relationship. Or maybe its just that Michael’s perfect?

"Dude are you even listening?”

“I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you.”

They both sat there in complete silence. Michael’s eyebrows raised in surprise, his mouth was hanging open.

Jeremy realized what he just said and covered his mouth and sunk down in his spot,“Oh my god”

“Oh… my god…” Michael echoed.

“Ohmygod ohmygodohmygod- I just said that. Michael what do I do?”

“Don’t ask me! You’re the one who said it!” Michael’s face was beet red, he couldn’t breathe.

“Sorry I don’t know what I was thinking it just sorta came out? I don’t know.”

Michael took a few seconds to compose himself. He looked at Jeremy. The boy looked traumatized by what he said. Michael has always liked him. He doesn’t want Jeremy to think that it weirding him out, he has to do something other than just sit there. He scooted closer to Jeremy and put his arm around him.

“You’re not helping.” Jeremy rolls his eyes.

“I’ve thought about what it would be like to date you.” “

"You- I- what?! Since when!” Jeremy’s voice cracks.

“And kiss you.” They both blush harder.

“When though?!”

“Since seventh grade.” He looks at Jeremy,“Beat that.”

“Sometimes I would call you while I was masturbating.”

Michael holds back a laugh,“Y-you- oh my god Jere, ahaha….” He wipes away a tear,“I KNEW you weren’t running. That’s definitely weirder, kinda hot though.”

Jeremy flipped him off, but was smiling. They both were.

“So. Can I just… like…sorta maybekinda….” Michael trails off, he leans in closer, watching as Jeremy licks his lips as he leans in to complete the kiss. It’s awkward at first, but they find a comfortable rhythm. It’s slow but chaste.

Jeremy finds himself trying to get closer to Michael. He finds that the easiest way to do this is to sit on his lap. He breaks the kiss to sit on his lap. Michael places his hands around the small of Jeremy’s back, pulling them close together. They start to kiss again, but harder and with more intent.

Michael pours every feeling he can muster into the kiss. He has waited years to be able to do this- he’s going to make this moment count. Jeremy slips his arms around his neck. Everything about the kiss was perfect. It left every limb in their bodies feeling numb and tingly. Michael felt dizzy and entranced by the tongue making it’s way into his mouth.

Michael’s hands make their way to the hem of Jeremy’s shirt, his breath hitches.

“God…are we doing this? Is this happening? Like. Are you actually touching me?”

“Jere…be more chill.”

“Oh my God- okay squip-conscious.” He smiles and goes in to kiss him on the neck a few times. He’s never actually done this with anyone- so he doesn’t know if this will really work. He lightly sucks on the skin, which elicits a moan from Michael. He decides he’s doing it right and keeps going.

Michael’s hands trail up and under Jeremy’s shirt,“Bro-”

“New ground rule- don’t call me bro while I’m on top of you and we both have a hard on.”

They laugh quietly,“Fair enough.”

“But, Jere…”

Another kiss,“Yeah Mikey?”

“I’m pretty sure I love you too.”

#boyf riends #bmc #be more chill #Michael #Jeremy #my writing #writing spigg #my post #bmc fan fiction #bmc fiction

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