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stupendouspizzacomputer · 15 days

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INSANITY (Hellaverse x isekai male reader)

Winners (Part 3):

•Nancy Drew (Nancy Drew)

•Nick Sturniolo (Youtuber/Sturniolo triplets)

•Chris Sturniolo (Youtuber/Sturniolo triplets)

•Matt Sturniolo (Youtuber/Sturniolo triplets)

•Italy (Hetalia)

•Harrier "Harry" Du Bois (Disco Elysium)

•Ian Hecox (Smosh/Youtuber)

•Anthony Padilla (Smosh/Youtuber)

•Jung kook (Bts)

•V (Bts)

•Jimin (Bts)

•Suga (Bts)

•RM (Bts)

•Jin (Bts)

•J-Hope (Bts)

•Paige Bueckers (Paige Bueckers)

•Megan Thee Stallion (vmas)

•Chappell Roan (vmas)

•All the Venezuela's people who died and suffered because of Maduro's tyranny (Venezuela)

•The monk (rain world)

•The survivor (rain world)

•The hunter (rain world)

•The watcher (rain world)

•The Gourmand (rain world)

•The Artificer (rain world)

•The Rivulet (rain world)

•The spearmaster (rain world)

•The saint (rain world)

•??? (rain world)

•Leon Kennedy (Resident Evil)

•Marcelyn (Adventure Time)

•Jeremy Heere (Be more chill)

•Alice Dyer (Magnus protocol)

•Phoenix Wright (Ace attorney)

•Mia Fey (Ace attorney)

•Miles Edgeworth (Ace attorney)

•Eddie Brock (Venom/Venom the last dance)

•Chell (Portal)

•Jake Seresin (Glen Powell)

•Lewis Hamilton (F1/Formula 1/oscar piastri/Ferrari)

•Charles Leclerc (F1/Formula 1/oscar piastri/Ferrari)

•Franco Colapinto (F1/Formula 1/oscar piastri/Ferrari)

•Carlos Sainz Jr (F1/Formula 1/oscar piastri/Ferrari)

•Yuki Tsunoda (F1/Formula 1/oscar piastri/Ferrari)

•Daniel Ricciardo (F1/Formula 1/oscar piastri/Ferrari)

•Mclaren (F1/Formula 1/oscar piastri/Ferrari)

•Charles-Haden Savage (Only murders in the building)

•Oliver Putnam (Only murders in the building)

•Mabel Mora (Only murders in the building)

•Madoka Kaname (Madoka Magica)

•Wei Wuxian (mdzs/mo dao zu shi)

•Lan Wangji (mdzs/mo dao zu shi)

•Wei Changze (mdzs/mo dao zu shi)

•Cangse Sanren (mdzs/mo dao zu shi)

•Jiang Fengmian (mdzs/mo dao zu shi)

•Jiang Cheng (mdzs/mo dao zu shi)

•Jiang Yanli (mdzs/mo dao zu shi)

•Jin Ling (mdzs/mo dao zu shi)

•Lan Sizhui (mdzs/mo dao zu shi)

•Lan Xichen (mdzs/mo dao zu shi)

•Lan Qiren (mdzs/mo dao zu shi)

•Twilight Sparkle (my little pony)

•Applejack (my little pony)

•Pinkie Pie (my little pony)

•Fluttershy (my little pony)

•Rarity (my little pony)

•Rainbow Dash (my little pony)

•Hua Cheng (tgcf/Heaven official's Blessing/ghosts)

•The Knight (Hollow Knight)

•Flandre Scarlet (touhou)

•Remilia Scarlet (touhou)

•Sakuya Izayoi (touhou)

•Ruby Rose (rwby)

•Yang Xia Long (rwby)

•Weiss Schnee (rwby)

•Blake Belldonna (rwby)

•Jaune Arc (rwby)

•Pyrrha Nikos (rwby)

•Nora Valkyrie (rwby)

•Lie Ren (rwby)

•Yami Yugi (Yugioh)

•Sonic (Sonic/Sonic the hedgehog)

•Tails (Sonic/Sonic the hedgehog)

•Knuckles (Sonic/Sonic the hedgehog)

•Link (Legend of Zelda/Botw)

•Zelda (Legend of Zelda/Botw)

•Eddie Munson (Joseph Quinn/Stranger things)

•Wynonna Earp (Wynonna Earp)

•Harry Potter (Harry potter)

•Hermione Granger (Harry potter)

•Ron Weasley (Harry potter)

•Rock Lock (Black tumblr/Black lives matter/bnha)

•Shuri (Black tumblr/Black girl magic/Black lives matter)

•All Might (bnha/My hero academia)

•Deku (bnha/My hero academia)

•Tahliah Debrett (Fka Twigs)

•Shen Qingqiu (svsss)

•Luo Binghe (svsss)

•Osamu Dazai (bsd/bungou stray dogs)

•Atsushi Nakajima (bsd/bungou stray dogs)

•Chuya Nakahara (bsd/bungou stray dogs)

•Princess peach (Super Mario)

•Pricess Rosalina (Super Mario)

•Princess Daisy (Super Mario)

•Siffrin (In stars and time)

•Odile (In stars and time)

•Homer (The odyssey/Poets on tumblr/Writeblr)

•Arsenal's crew (arsenal/arsenal fc/arsenal wfc/woso)

•ThunderClan (Warrior cats)

•WindClan (Warrior cats)

•ShadowClan (Warrior cats)

•RiverClan (Warrior cats)

•SkyClan (Warrior cats)

•Gerard Way (My Chemical Romance/mcr)

•Mikey Way (My Chemical Romance/mcr)

•Frank Iero (My Chemical Romance/mcr)

•Ray Toro (My Chemical Romance/mcr)

•Bob Bryar (My Chemical Romance/mcr)

•Matt Pelissier (My Chemical Romance/mcr)

•Jarrod Alexander (My Chemical Romance/mcr)

•Pete Parada (My Chemical Romance/mcr)

•James Dewees (My Chemical Romance/mcr)

•Jamie Muhoberac (My Chemical Romance/mcr)

•Rhea Ripley (wwe/aew)

•Gordon Freeman (Hlvrai)

•Azi (Scavengers reign)

•Spock (Star Trek/Ds9)

•Michael Huang (tpot)

•Cary Huang (tpot)

•Satomi Hinatsu (tpot)

•Bae Seok-Ryu (Love next door)

•Kris (Deltarune)

•Professor Hershel Layton (Professor Layton)

•Joy (Pixar)

•Anger (Pixar)

•Sadness (Pixar)

•Fear (Pixar)

•Disgust (Pixar)

•Envy (Pixar)

•Anxiety (Pixar)

•Embarassment (Pixar)

•Ennui (Pixar)

•Miriam (Dragon Age the veilguard/Dragon Age Inquisition/Dragon Age)

•Roland (Dragon Age the veilguard/Dragon Age Inquisition/Dragon Age)

•Qwydion (Dragon Age the veilguard/Dragon Age Inquisition/Dragon Age)

•Lacklon (Dragon Age the veilguard/Dragon Age Inquisition/Dragon Age)

•Neb (Dragon Age the veilguard/Dragon Age Inquisition/Dragon Age)

•Ralph (Wreck it Ralph)

•Felix (Wreck it Ralph)

•All the Ukraine's people who died and sufffered beacause of the war (Ukraine)

•Sayori (ddlc)

•Yuri (ddlc)

•Natsuki (ddlc)

•Lottie (Yellowjackets)

•Abraham Van Helsing (Dracula daily)

•Sidney Crosby (Pittsburgh Penguins)

•April Ludgate (Aubrey Plaza)

•Commander Shepard (Mass effect)

•Maia (Roblox)

•Marinette (Miraculous Ladybug)

•Adrian (Miraculous Ladybug)

•Sakura (Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle)

•Alex Hirsch (Gravity falls/The book of Bill)

•Niall Horan (One direction)

•J.Martin (Motogp)

•Earth Wind and Fire's crew (Earth Wind and Fire/21st of September)

•Tamsyn Muir (Gideon the Ninth)

•Din Djarin (Pedro Pascal)

•Darius Bowman (Jurassic World Chaos Theory/Netflix)

•Brooklynn (Jurassic World Chaos Theory/Netflix)

•Kenji Kon (Jurassic world chaos Theory/Netflix)

•Yasmina Fadoula (Jurassic world Chaos theory/Netflix)

•Ben Pincus (Jurassic world Chaos theory/Netflix)

•Sammy Gutierrez (Jurassic world Chaos theory/Netflix)

•Charlie Spring (Joe Locke/Heartstopper)

•Carolina Hurricanes (Hockey/Nhl)

•Steven (Steven Universe)

•Greg (Steven Universe)

•Connie (Steven Universe)

•Joker (Persona 5)

•Utena Tenjou (Revolutionary girl utena)

•Fry (Futurama)

•Leela (Futurama)

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astrochemstry · 3 years

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Jeremy Heere HCs

Dating hcs,, because,, god i love him SO MUCH.

gn! Reader

Romance

* Sweet boy!!

* Hes tall so if youre shorter than him

* He likes to rest his chin on your head

* And hUG YOU!!!

* Especially during video games

* If you dont know how to play the game

* He’ll like help you by gently placing his hands over yours

* And like whispering into your ear on what this thing does and stuff

* Its just so cutejsmfjskhfjdgd

* If youre taller

* He loves if you like

* Hug him

* And comb his hair

* With your hands or like an actual comb he doesnr care

* He just loves the feeling

* And he’ll like tiptoe to kiss your cheek skfhskhdak

* And he loves it when you have to bend a bit just to kiss him

* Hes shy with PDA

* Occasional hand on waist and forehead kisses though!!

* Or hand holding

* But overtime he tries to be more bolder ykyk

* Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesnt but hes trying!!

* Your first date was probably

* Video games at his place

* Set up sincerely by Michael and Christine

* did i not mention those two sHIP YOU BOTH SO HARD

* When you guys started crushing on each other and blushing around and fidgeting

* They were just: just kiss already!!!

* ANYWYAS BACK TO THE FIRST DATE

* He introduced you to apocalypse of the damned!!

* You guys tried out lvl 9 and its either you passed or didnt

* Either way he loves it when you get all focused and stuff

* He loves the expression you make hehe

* then You guys just played around like the SNES, Wii or something

* Which eventually led to competetive Wii Bowling

* Coughcough

* AND when the nintendo switch came out

* You guys got them and got ANIMAL CROSSING!!

* Which is right after super smash bros

* and may i add, he can get sort of competetive

* (sorta all focus mode, esp if you tell him that whoever wins gets a kiss from the loser)

* its not any different but like would he ever miss out on a kiss from you or kissing you??

* but no matter how many times he could crush you in video games, he loves you dearly <3

* Jeremy already has experience with it in the old systems

* So he enjoys visiting your island and helping whenever he can!!

* And he LOVES CUDDLES

* He loves to spoon!!

* And smell your hair!!

* He prefers big spoon but he needs to be little spoon sometimes ykyk

* AND BIG FAN OF NOSE NUZZLING

* Wihdakdjskdhamsv he just loves it?? Like

* He can nuzzle your nose and then cup your cheeks

* Which will then lead to forehead kisses

* And he will have the cUTEST FUCKING LAUGH EVER

* AND HIS HUGS ARE LIKE THE BEST

* sometimes it might be too tight but like

* If youre shorter he will pICK YOU UP AND SPIN YOU AROUND

* if youre taller he’s gonna wrap his arms around you and hum something

* he might try to spin you around too but you should like totally do it for him and he’ll be a mess

* He has insecurities though

* So sometimes he might be a bit distant due to it

* He feels as if he doesnr deserve you :(

* So pls comfort him!! Love him and tell him all the reasons why you do!!

* And when fights happen

* Hes more verbal but sometimes he might push you away (not too hard) if you try to get close

* He just needs some space away from you when he does that

* And if he says something that hurts he gets really depressed

* Like,, he really cant face you after that

* He just doesnt like hurting you

* He’ll talk with Michael, Christine, anyone and get their advice, afterwards he just,, reflects and contemplates

* He will ask himself what he did wrong and how to change it

* But he will think about what he was hurt about too- especially after the squip incident, he’d be more confident in it

* Look hear me out

* Relationships wont ALWAYS have only one person that was in the wrong, even if it was, that person will apoogize (unless its a person that wont, it’ll be a huge red flag)

* So if you had done or said something that hurt him, he will tell you about it

* Because he believes that you will understand and hopefully talk it out with him

* In conclusion

* Jeremy heere is really adorable and deserves lots of care and i thank you

#jeremy heere x reader #be more chill x reader #be more chill headcanons #bmc headcanons #bmc x reader #jeremy heere headcanons #x reader #fanfiction #headcanons #hcs #bmc hcs

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droppedanarchysymbol · 3 years

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Jeremy

warnings: smut, oral sex

pairing: jeremy heere x male!reader

note: im not an active member of this fandom anymore but im still in love with this guy, i also apologize for any mistakes im very tired

"Are you sure this is okay?"

You paused, looking up at Jeremy from your kneeling position. Your hands rested on the band of his boxers, threatening to pull them down at any moment.

"What, are you having second thoughts?" you replied. Jeremy couldn't meet your eyes, seemingly finding the floor a lot more interesting. His face was a pretty shade of red and his skin radiated heat.

"N-no! I mean, I want this, but I don't wanna force you into anything - please don't feel pressured to-" You suddenly licked him through the cloth, successfully shutting him up. You felt his legs begin to tremble slightly with want.

"I promise it's not that serious, Jeremy. This doesn't really mean anything, right? I'm just... helping you out." You smiled up at him, missing the disappointment in his eyes. It was no secret that this boy was madly in love with you, but you pretended to be oblivious just to see him stammer and blush whenever he'd try to make an awkward move on you.

It was probably mean, but seeing him light up when you 'unknowingly' made an affectionate remark at him was worth it.

He felt you were unattainable then, but here he had you now, about to blow him. Just the thought made Jeremy squirm.

"...Right."

You slid down his boxers and Jeremy whimpered nervously, afraid you would comment on his size. He was about average, maybe a bit bigger than you, but you knew better than to say anything about it.

Jeremy's heart felt about ready to beat out of his chest. He bit his lip as your hand gripped the base of his dick gently. Fuck, he was losing his mind. He couldn't believe he had a pretty boy like you between his legs pleasuring him. You kissed his tip, and he instinctively bucked his hips up towards your mouth.

"S-sorry!" Jeremy's voice cracked, and you chuckled, making the redness on his face double. Your let your tounge run slowly across his tip, and he whimpered again, wanting so badly for your mouth to take him completely. You had decided it would be fun to tease him.

You held Jeremy's thighs down against the bed and continued to lick him, dragging small, wet stripes against his dick. Jeremy was becoming a bit more vocal, desperately chasing the warmth of your mouth. Your gentle licks and kisses would have probably been enough to get him off, but he wanted more. It took everything in him to not grab your hair and throat-fuck you.

"[name], please." Jeremy's voice was incredibly needy, and you felt something stir in you at his tone. His erection was becoming painful, your mouth being the only thing that could relieve it.

You gave in. You took him in all at once and he let out a moan, resting his fingers in your hair. He would've asked it it was okay to touch you, but the sensations your mouth was giving him made him forget being courteous.

Your tounge gave special attention to his tip as you moved up and down, making Jeremy's fist close around his stained bedsheets. His eyes were shut and he let his hips move in sync with your mouth.

"fuck, that feels really good..." His mind was still struggling to grasp what was happening. Masturbating didn't even come close to how you were making him feel, and the feeling of his climax approaching was magnified.

Jeremy tried his best to burn this feeling into his mind, it being the first of its kind. He couldn't stop himself from letting out embarrassing noises at this point, too focused on how good he felt. It was becoming too much.

Jeremy tried to pull you off of him, afraid you'd be upset with him if he released in your mouth, but you stayed put.

"C-can I? Are you sure?" His voice was shaky, and you felt him twitch. You closed your eyes and continued to pleasure him until you felt his cum hit the back of your throat. What was too much to stay in your mouth spluttered back out, landing in white spots against his bedroom floor. You pulled away from him and let the rest fall along with it.

He did not taste good by any means, especially since his diet consisted of Doritos and soda.

Jeremy let himself fall back onto his bed, panting rather heavily. You laughed, then lifted yourself off of the floor and made for the bathroom to clean up.

You returned to Jeremy sitting up, watching you expectantly.

"What?"

"I like you." Jeremy again averted his eyes to study the floor, a red blush returning to his face. "I-I have for a long time, and I know this meant nothing to you but it did to me... I want to be more than just 'your friend' or 'the guy you blew that one time'-" you cut off his rant with another laugh, sitting down next to him on the bed. He met your gaze hesitantly.

"I like you too, but I should probably go now." You reached for your phone, cringing at the number of missed calls from your mom. You hadn't told her that you weren't going directly home after school.

"Wait, but I didn't... I didn't get to..."

"Don't worry about it, you can return the favor some other time." You ruffled his hair before standing up.

Jeremy watched you leave, a sudden wave of fatigue ravaging his body.

He slept through the rest of the day.

#bmc #be more chill #reader insert #jeremy heere #jeremy heere x reader #bmc x reader #male reader #male reader insert #x male reader

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macbookpro-hard-drive · 4 years

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control [jeremy h. x squipped!reader] pt.7

wow it took 30 years didnt it. i did it, fuckers. please give me attention-

anyway, heres the final part :) do i know how to proofread? no. thats it thats all i was gonna say, i just dont know how to proofread.

warnings: uhhh none i dont think

In the middle of August, the Ninja Sex Party dropped their newest album “Cool Patrol” and the two of you were in love. You were in Jeremy’s room, lying on his bed beside him sharing headphones as the album played, and it all felt so teenage rom-com that Jeremy was half-distracted the entire time by you and lost different lyrics because of that. “Orgy for One” played and you nudged Jeremy before mouthing “you” to him with a playful look in your eyes and a smile that set his heart racing. He laughed, and nudged you back just as playful before the beginning to “Danny Don’t You Know” brought the two of you back into reality. He was emotional, and so were you, and there was something about sharing an emotion with someone that was intimate enough to make his heart skip a beat.

Your phone buzzed after a while, and you sat up, pulling an earbud out. “Fuck, Jeremy-” You stood up quickly, scrambling to get your things together, “-my cousins were coming over to do that picture thing since we didn’t get a chance before - I gotta go, alright? I’ll text you in a bit.”

He wouldn’t remember what he said to you, or the dumb joke you made as you were leaving his room. He would remember how the minute you left, he added “Heart Boner” onto your playlist with a devious little smile as if he were getting away with something. Just a little joke between friends. After all - you had that little moment together, how could he not not?

An hour after you left, Michael showed up with a plastic bag filled with Chinese takeout for three - eyes widening when he saw your absence. His smile fell as he looked towards the bag in his hand, frowning slightly as he began to delve into his thoughts. For what felt like minutes, the two boys just sat there in silence as Michael finally untied the bag to pass his friend his portion of their meal, frustration evident in the way he furrowed his brow and refused to look him in the eye.

“They had a family thing,” Jeremy said. “Didn’t [y/n] text you?”

“No,” Michael said, “they did not. I said I was coming with food and-”

“It’s tradition,” Jeremy countered. “Y’know? It’s that little... sign-picture-thing. Some sort of family tradition their parents started when they were little.”

Michael rolled his eyes at the sappy expression crossing his best friend’s face as he placed what had been your meal on the dresser, before collapsing back onto his bed - tilting his head back to maintain eye contact. “That’s cute and all, but what do I do with their orange chicken?”

He shrugged, turning back to his computer to close out Spotify. “I dunno - we can go by their house later and see if they want it.”

He heard his comforter shift and assumed that Michael rolled over onto his stomach. “But I have egg rolls for them,” he whined, voice muffled slightly by what Jeremy could only guess was Michael laying his face in his hands.

A quick booting down of his computer. He shrugged again, chewing the inside of his cheek. “Just don’t eat them?”

The moment of silence could have killed a man. “Jeremiah.”

He spun to face him. “Michael.”

They maintained eye contact for a moment, before Michael shifted so that he was now sitting up - pulling the plastic bag closer to him. “So did you two fuck yet?”

A thousand broken words slipped past his lips as Jeremy struggled to say something - a question, a swear, something that didn’t make him look stupid. “Why would you ask that!?” he tried to ignore the way his voice raised an octave.

Meanwhile, Michael seemed to have no problem with disregarding his panic. “So you haven’t.”

“Uh. No? We’re just friends?”

“You sure?” Michael asked, not even giving him the chance to answer as he looked away. “I don’t know, dude, you’ve been pining for a fuckin’ while now. Why don’t you just ask them out?”

“I don’t like-” he paused, before shaking his head. If Michael knew, then he knew - there really wasn’t any point in denying it any further. “I don’t know, I like Christine still-”

“You can like more than one person at a time, Jeremiah.”

“I know, but...” “I don’t even know if they like me still.”

“Dude. Bro. Homie. Broseidon. Buddy. They wanna fuck.”

“Michael!”

“They’re at least interested in you,” he said with a mere shrug of indifference, “do you just not see how they look at you?”

“I don’t-” Jeremy started, and then he stopped, the words he wanted to say sticky and catching in his throat like honey. “I don’t think-” He paused, shutting his eyes, “Michael, I don’t know why they’d still be into me. Like... they did the whole...” He tapped at his temple, “thing because of me.” He hesitated. That wasn’t entirely true, was it? “Or... they did it slightly because of me. I just - I don’t think they’d, uh, y’know... want anything to do with me like that.”

There was understanding in Michael’s eyes, lit up before he looked away to the carton in his hand. He dug through it with chopsticks, letting out a sigh, “Dude, I get that, but... they like you, dumbass.”

Jeremy laughed it off. “Yeah, sure.”

“I mean it!” Michael countered, before dropping the topic, “I’m gonna eat your food if you don’t.”

“What-” Jeremy popped open his order, “fine, okay - but this conversation isn’t over, Michael.”

“Mhm. You’ll accept it later.”

“That’s not what I meant!”

“You really suck at hiding your feelings, y’know?”

“Michael!”

Two weeks later, and Jeremy wasn’t sure how to feel.

There were strings of these little... moments between the two of you. He realized how much time he was spending over at your house after Michael teased him over it, how often the two of you studied together and how flustered he’d get when you were close to him, how many times he found himself grabbing your favorite candy from gas stations just to make you smile. One Sunday night, he was sitting at the end of your bed with a pillow hugged to his chest, spending another night at your house while Michael was off spending time with his family (not that Jeremy wouldn’t have been there otherwise - he stayed over every now and then just because he wanted to. Movie nights were good. Dinner was good. Being around you was good). You sat at your desk, legs crossed awkwardly in your chair in a position that looked uncomfortable to him but you showed no signs of discomfort as you continued to draw. The two of you had been talking, and Jeremy had just sat there fascinated with watching you draw after years of not recognizing your progress.

A question hit the air, heavy and loaded. “Would you have taken it?” You didn’t move to face him, the soft sound of your tablet pen tapping back against the surface as you scroll out and fumble giving away any nerves. “The... the SQUIP,” you went to clarify.

But he understood, and he spoke quick: “no.” He shifted slightly, holding the pillow closer to himself, “not after what it did to you.”

“But if you hadn’t known,” you said, pausing for a moment to gather your thoughts, “if... if it had been you, would you have done it?”

“I mean... I don’t think-”

“You can say yes, Jeremy,” you finally looked back at him. “I’m not gonna be mad or anything.”

His shoulders slumped slightly, a bit relieved of the thought. “Okay, then... yeah. I mean, yeah - who wouldn’t?”

You turned back to your work. “Yeah. Yeah, right? It sounds good. Like... you have a pill that’ll solve everything and tell you the right moves to make... who wouldn’t want that?”

That’s when Jeremy realized you’d been doubting yourself. Blaming yourself for saying yes. “I think a lot of people would have taken it.”

“Yeah... I think so, too.” You stopped drawing after a moment, turning around fully to face him, “can I confess something?”

He nodded slowly. “Oh. Uh. Yeah, sure?”

“I don’t keep the Mountain Dew Red because I’m scared it’ll come back and destroy everything and leave me fucked,” you said in a rush of words, shutting your eyes for a moment. “Sorry. I just needed to get it off my chest but... I think it’s better this way.”

“Hey, no,” Jeremy reached out, fingers brushing over your shoulder. “Michael and I would find more.”

You fumbled with your pen, it falling to the floor as you swore softly under your breath. Jeremy reached for it just as you did, foreheads clashing in cliche fashion as you immediately push back. A moment later, he offered your tablet pen back to you.

He spoke after you took it. “Hey, uh, c’mere for a minute.”

So you dropped your pen onto your desk and pulled your chair over to the bed. Uncharacteristically calm and soft, he took one of your hands in a motion less Jeremy and more... you... you weren’t sure. It wasn’t entirely Jeremy, that much was confirmed.

“There was this stuff that mom used to way when I was a kid,” he said quietly, dragging his thumb over your knuckles. “It was this whole...thing about how the ‘loudest voice has to be yours’ when you’re doubting yourself and shit - I don’t know, it just kinda stuck with me and... I’m glad I’ve gotten to know you, because you’re... different? Like - you keep going, and, uh, you’re a big nerd who laughs at my stupid jokes and... I’m glad you’re you, I guess?”

You cracked a small smile as you pulled back from him. Before he can question whether he crossed a line, you answer, “I’m saving this. I can’t focus on art with your sappy ass saying shit like that.” You stood, tucking your chair under your desk as you sat on your bed. “Fuckin’ sweet dork,” you mumbled as you pulled Jeremy into a hug.

He stiffened up for a moment, only to wrap his arms around you after a moment. He smiled into your shoulder, saying a muffled “Shut up” into it as you giggled.

You pulled away with a smile. “Why don’t you make me, Jeremy?”

One of his biggest regrets was not asking to kiss you right then and there.

Days later, you were in his room for once, sitting on his bed beside him. You were tired, far more than he was, looking at math problems that were blurry to you as you stifled back another yawn. Jeremy had stretched out, awkwardly leaning against his headboard as he tried to stay away until you finally resigned for the night - shutting your notebook and tossing it towards your backpack with a noisy clamor. You leaned against him, mumbling words long forgotten into his shoulder - likely about hating numbers - only to whine when he sat forward a moment later. Soon enough, he returned to be your pillow once more, laughing softly as you curled into his side contently and making some joke about how you only wanted him around for this reason.

“Nope,” you had hummed, “too bony. Bad pillow.”

He snorted a little, reaching up to tuck back a strand of hair out of place. “You seem happy.”

“I am,” you hummed. “Since it’s you.”

He reached up, gently tugging you closer to him in order to worm an arm around you. “You’re tired.”

“Mhm.”

“Sorry I kept you up.”

“That’s okay,” you mumbled into his shoulder, shifting slightly to be closer to him. “Math is stupid.”

“It’s not stupid,” he countered, “you just aren’t good at it.”

“Thus making it stupid, Jeremiah.”

Eventually, you went quiet. At first, Jeremy thought you’d fallen asleep, but you sat forward slightly, looking up at him and it was almost like there had been magnetism between you. You had leaned forward, and he gently reached up to guide your face to his, and the two of you kissed for a soft, quiet moment. Soon enough, you had drawn away and cuddled back up to him. He wasn’t sure if he fell asleep first, but he remembered how warm you felt against him and he remembered feeling nothing but warmth in his chest as he eventually dozed off.

There were a few things that hit Jeremy when he woke up. The pain in his back from falling asleep half-sitting against the headboard of his bed, the weight on him that confused him for a moment for a millisecond before he felt your hot breath tickling his skin, face buried in his neck. Then the memory of the night before - of a clumsy kiss he’d been craving for so long, and the way you kissed back and maybe that was his imagination? He wasn’t sure, but the thought was enough to nearly make him jolt - but you were enough to keep him as still as he could be. He looked at how peaceful you looked, and he felt his heart swell at just how warm you were against him and the memory of your lips haunted him as he felt his skin grow hotter. If remembering kissing you was enough to make him completely flustered, anything more would probably kill him.

Eventually, you woke up, groggy and sleep-ridden still at first as you sat forward and rubbed at your face. “Jeremy, I hate to break it to you-” You paused, yawning, “-but you aren’t a great pillow.”

He chuckled at that, sitting forward. “Hey, uh... sorry to, uh, ask, but, uh, do... do you remember anything about last night...?”

You stared at him, uncertain at first before you thought back on what had happened. You threw your notebook at your bag. And then... It came back to you, striking you hard and fast. “Oh.”

“I- I’m sorry,” he stammered, “I just - I was tired and I wasn’t thinking and I shouldn’t have...”

And he slowly trailed off when he saw the way you were looking at him, voice caught in his throat as your gaze flickered from his eyes to his lips and then back. He heard you whisper something - “fuck it,” he was pretty sure - before you started going in for another kiss - and he leaned forward to meet you halfway, a hand sliding into your hair as you grow closer to him. The night before had been gentle, sleep-ridden and warm - and now the two of you are awake and clumsy and so wonderfully alive during this messy kiss. His teeth had clashed against yours, your forehead bumped against his, but you correct. A little less force, a little more gentleness, a changing of an angle - the tiny ways to make things better and less awkward.

In a bold move you definitely didn’t expect, Jeremy’s hand falls to your hips, pulling you closer to him by your belt loops (a cruel reminder that you were asleep in jeans). His kisses grew slightly more frantic, more hungry, more needy - the tiniest little whimper slipping past his lips once you finally pull yourself back, breathing softly as you stared at him. His hand slipped back to your jaw, thumb grazing your jawline slowly and gentle.

“Jeremy?” you whispered, staring at him, “wait, you-”

“I... I know we were gonna try to be friends, but... I think I like you.”

You stared at him, flustered as he tore his gaze away from yours - a pretty rosy hue decorating his skin, blotchy and creeping up his neck to the tips of his ears.

“I, uh, I mean, I didn’t... I never planned on, uh... I just - I don’t - I, uh, I think you’re... a big nerd. You... you laugh with me and you, uh, you care about things - and you... you remember things about me - and, uh, other people do but... you’re just... you’re different.” He trailed a thumb across your skin. “You... feel like home. Even, uh, even if this... doesn’t really go anywhere, I - I’m glad that I know you and- I understand if you don’t, uh, don’t actually want this to go anywhere but-”

And you laughed. At first his stomach dropped, anxiety taking over as he grew nervous over the thought of you rejecting him - but something about the way you laughed made his heart flutter, one hand steadying yourself on his shoulder while the other hid your face.

“I... I don’t really know how to explain it better, but... can I, uh, can I kiss you again?”

And you laughed again, reaching up to brush back hair from his face. “Yes, Jeremy. You can kiss me again.”

#mj's writing corner #be more chill x reader #be more chill reader insert #jeremy heere x reader #jeremy heere imagine #bmc imagine #bmc reader insert

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companionjones · 5 years

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Mario Kart & Kuddles

Requested by: Anon

Request: Could I ask for tired cuddles from reader with Micheal Mell or Jeremy Heere (or both?)?

Pairing: Established!Michael Mell x Reader x Jeremy Heere

Fandom: Be More Chill

Warnings: Language!

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All three sets of feet on the bed were freezing cold, despite the socks you, Michael and Jeremy were wearing. The three of you were tangled together on your bed. Each of you had their own DS, and all three of you were versing each other in a game of Mario Kart. You were winning, and Michael was in last place.

Michael groaned, “Come on, guys. I’m tired of losing. Can we take a break?” He slammed his DS onto your bed after the most recent race finished.

As he closed his own gaming device, Jeremy snickered, “You’ve always been a sore loser, Michael.”

The accused boy propped himself on his his elbows. “I’ve been a sore loser? Uh, try last week. When you lost Apocalypse of the Damned, you--”

“Calm down. Both of you!” you laughed, “You’re being ridiculous.” You pulled both boys to you. “How about we cuddle and watch some Steven Universe?”

Jeremy’s face was pressed closely against yours when he uncomfortably commented, “You don’t give us much of a choice with how tightly you’re squeezing us.”

Two hours into what turned out to be a Steven Universe marathon, Michael, Jeremy and yourself were all having a tough time staying awake. However, it seemed to turn into a competition of who could keep their consciousness the longest. The three of you seemed to be taking turns nodding off, then forcing yourselves back into awareness.

After about five minutes of that nonsense, you’d had enough of it. “Okay, TV off,” you chuckled. “Let’s just go the hell to sleep and stop it with whatever the fuck this is.”

Both Jeremy and Michael tried to protest, but they were too tired to actually care. You turned the TV off, and crawled back into bed with your boys. All three of you quickly nodded off into an unspeakable cozy slumber.

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Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it. I also would love a comment if you have the time. If you would like to read more, I have more fics about Be More Chill over on my page. You should check it out. Also, REQUESTS ARE OPEN. I take requests for one-shots, drabbles, multi-chapters, headcannons and preferences. No smut, please. I write for a variety of fandoms. If you’re wondering if I write for a specific fandom, please ask me. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you.<3

#be more chill #be more chill x reader #michael mell #michael mell x reader #jeremy heere #jeremy heere x reader #michael mell x reader x jeremy heere #jeremy heere x michael mell #jeremy heere x reader x michael mell #george salazar #will connolly #will roland #companion jones #mario kart & kuddles #mario kart and kuddles

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jeremy-heere-is-underrated · 3 years

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Jeremy heeeeeere x reader headcannons,

Lots of cuddles

Very awkward when it comes to flirting

He has mtn. Dew red chapstick (idk where you'd buy/make it but my brain is just word vomiting)

If you have to take medicine he reminds you to

Constant meme wars

Matching hello kitty shoes (need I say more)

He has a million fidget toys (I hc him with adhd (me projecting, pfffff neeeeeever))

He writes you romantic letters

Quoting musicals together

Watching the Dear Even Hansen movie and both despising it in comparison to the musical

Cosplaying

You guys male playlists for one another

He still plays pokemon go

"Video game lamps use real electricity" "It's 3 am, go to sleep"

(If you play a instrument in a orchestra, or band) he will go to every concert/performance

Michael makes fun of you guys for being oblivious for the longest time

"I had to hear looong rants about, oh y/n is so pretty and amazing and smart and Cooler then a vintage casse-" "Michael Mell, need I bring up the 7-11 slushy incident" "ok, ok. Fine"

Pet cats named Luigi and Rosalina

Also a bird named Danny Devito (just because)

Stealing his cardigans

Watching movies every weekend, except Keanu Reeves ones

Watching fullmetal alchemist together (because that show is amazing)

Jeremy can hit the high note in "I will always love you" perfectly

You guys have an army of rainbow minecraft sheep (look up jeb_ sheep minecraft)

"Unleash the gay sheep!" "atttackkkkkk!" *sheep are just chilling*

Just adorable shenanigans

Sorry for being gone for a while, school got super busy so I didn't really have time to write anything. Have a good day/night!

Dec. 19th 2021

Also please send asks or requests for hc's

#jeremy heere x reader #jeremy heere #be more chill is the best #be more chill #be more chill x reader

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bowties-and-warlocks · 5 years

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George Salazar: The Rant

I wasn't kidding when I said this would be coming.

So I first found this beautiful person when I listened to a musical, I'm so happy it exists. Mostly cause well.........if you're in the fandom we don't talk about the movies.

AND THEN I FOUND BE MORE CHILL AND DAMMIT I LOVED IT. MICHAEL IN THE BATHROOM WILL FOREVER BE A FAVORITE. And then I got to know a little about this dude and just like.....yeah.

AND THEN THIS DUDE JOINS A PRODUCTION OF LITTLE SHOP OF HORRORS and y'all...... if you haven't watched his and MJs performance of Suddenly Seymour well you're missing out.

I DEMAND A CAST ALBUM THO.

#suddenly seymour #little shop of horrors #be more chill #be more chill the musical #the lightning thief broadway #the lightning thief: the percy jackson musical #percy jackson #annabeth chase #grover underwood #michael in the bathroom #michael mell #michael in the bathroom at a party #jeremy heere #michael mell x reader #jeremy heere x reader #percy jackson x reader #i mean kinda

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connor-murphy-trash · 5 years

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It's contest time babies!!

This is very different than what I'm used to doing, but I want to start posting on this blog again so what better way than a contest just in time for the holidays!

All you have to do to enter is reblog/comment on this post or send me an ask off anon. LIKES DONT COUNT!

On Thursday, December 14th, 2019, at around 12 noon EST (One week from when I'm posting this) I will choose the winners at random by putting everyone's name into a random generator and whichever 2-3 come up first will be the ones who are declared the winners.

Rules and what you will win are under the cut.

Rules:

You are allowed to enter up to five times and can do so in any way you would like. Wanna make five comments? Go for it. Wanna spam your feed with it? Feel free. Wanna do a mix? I’m not stopping you. This will make your name more likely to pop up because I will put your name into the generator up to five different times.

(Also note that if you don’t want to enter with your main blog, but don't want to reblog to a side blog just include the blog name you want to enter with in either a comment or an ask and I will do that name instead.)

Be understanding with how long it takes for the winners to get their prize. I will try my best to get them done before the 25th, but there are no promises. I am going to be busy this month so I will try my hardest to work on them whenever I can. If they aren’t done by the 25th I will almost definitely get them done before the month is over.

I will make a post once the contest is over saying who the winners are and they are required to contact me within 24 hours to claim their prize (After a little while I will most likely dm them if I can so I can start to work request and whatnot out with them) If I don’t get any response from them within that 24 hour time period I will choose someone else as a winner instead.

All winnings will be made public once they are finished.

The main characters that I write for are;

Dear Evan Hansen (Evan, Connor, Zoe, Jared, Alana)

Newsies (Jack, Davey, Race, Crutchie, Katherine, Sarah)

Be More Chill (Jeremy, Michael, Rich)

I might do more than this, just let me know if you are interested in anyone else as I am also interested in a few other musicals and could write for them if need be. (These are just the people I'm most comfortable with)

General rules of how I write are;

I will not write smut (I will do implied)

I will not write any topics I am not comfortable with (mainly stuff I find triggering)

I will not write any topics I am not qualified to write for due to lack of knowledge/experience (Certain illness, religions, etc) ((For this because it is a holiday contest I can write very basic religious things, but I most likely won’t go into great detail as I don't feel I'm qualified. This goes for all religions including Christian (even though that's what I know most about as that's how I've been raised)))

All readers will be based on a female, but I’ll try to keep all pronouns gender neutral (I will write for any gender just specify it in your request)

All will be x reader. I don’t do ships

The winners will receive the following;

There will be 2-3 winners (depending on how many people enter or are interested)

First place: Custom x reader headcanons. You choose who it will be with. Then I can create a character similar to you or your appearance (ie plus-size reader, artist reader, deaf reader, Nonbinary reader, etc) but no matter what they will have Y/N as their name just so it's inclusive for others to read as well. The headcanons will be at least 500 words long. Even though this is a holiday contest, I won't write anything too religious (due to my lack of knowledge on the subjects) that being say, holiday and winter stuff is still encouraged but not mandatory.

Second place (only if there is also a 3rd, otherwise I won't be doing this one): A personalized ship. Basically, you tell me which fandom you want a ship from, and tell me a bit about yourself. After I get that info I will choose a person from that fandom that I ship you with. I will explain why I chose them, how you two got together and what everyday life is typically like for you two. I explain it a bit more in this post. Because this is a holiday contest I will also be doing how you two celebrate or just some cute winter things you do together if you don't celebrate the holidays.

Third place: A custom lock screen with the character(s)/lyrics/anything else of your choice. An example of something I could do is these ones I've made before, but really I can make it pretty customizable depending on what you want.

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cleverbroadwayurl · 5 years

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Conspiracy (Jeremy Heere x Reader Pt. 25)

Song: Conspiracy by Paramore

Word Count: 3761

Need to Catch Up? Check out my masterlist!

A/N: Oh my god I finally did it. I’m so sorry this took months but that’s because my courses right now are really hard and take about 8 hours a week of studying per class (aka 40 hours a week of studying total). But I’m on break right now, so please enjoy! I will try to have more out soon!

Taglist: @macbookpro-hard-drive @catatonic-kuragin @retrogarden @be-more-heidi-hansen @scarsonthecuffsofyourjeans @stargirl-murphy @heytheredee-lilah

Trigger Warnings: LANGUAGE, Angst, mentions of an abusive boyfriend, mentions of abuse, Jeremy crying, implication of stalking, implication of assault, IF I MISSED ANYTHING ELSE PLEASE LET ME KNOW

Jeremy can feel his phone vibrate, expecting a text from you, telling him that you’d made it home okay. He can feel a sense of surprise go across his face at the contact, and even more so at the message over and over again.

Rich: We need to talk.

Jeremy walked into his room and fell onto his bed, hands gripping his phone as he did so. Subconsciously, he’d closed the door, and was secure in his room, head still reeling, face still pale as he remembered the look you gave him on his doorstep. That wasn’t a comfort, and neither was this text from Rich, which spiked his anxiety tenfold. He didn’t think that was possible, images of you accidentally not paying attention for a split second and losing you forever plaguing his mind. He’d been so close to losing you before, but this…was a cruel act of fate as you stepped away from him again.

Laying on his bed, Jeremy got another text from Rich, his phone the only sound vibrating into the space. He reluctantly looked at his phone, the notification as haunting as the first one, each one seeming more panicked than the last. Jeremy could feel shivers crackle down his spine, hands not feeling like his own as he opened his phone with a fingerprint scanner—thank god Apple had incorporated that.

His read receipts were on, he always forgot about that. So Rich knew that he had read the last text, and now the one that came, and the ones that he assured were coming soon.

Rich: dude, can we talk? Just for a second. I promise I’ll be fast

Jeremy’s hands are already uneasy as he types, unsure how the letters are falling in place correctly. He’s seeing the motion, knows it’s happening, but doesn’t seem to place that it’s his hands doing the movement.

Jeremy: Uhh sure, what’s up?

He regrets it. Jeremy knows he’s in no state to even listen to another person’s problems right now, visions of so much passing through his brain in a flash. What if your ex texted you? What if you can’t get home safely, but were too embarrassed to tell him? What if you were parked at some gas station, just crying your eyes out? The images pass quickly, but somehow, Rich can type faster. It feels like a distraction at this point, but Jeremy didn’t need this kind of placement of focus. He needed something to relax him, something to reassure him.

Rich: Do you have a second to like…talk? On the phone? Typing is weird.

Jeremy sighs, but nothing is still. His heart is pounding so loud that Jeremy can hear its echo in his ears, legs stiff as he leans his back against the wall, sitting up to physically prepare him for this conversation that was heavily contributing to the sweat on his palms, unable to focus on anything.

Rich is quick, Jeremy is still fascinated by that. Maybe he was just moving that much slower, mind teasing daydreams turning into nightmares within frames of them starting. The phone is still vibrating, and it feels like it’s been buzzing for eternities. That was enough confirmation. Jeremy was just working through problems as if he were running in water, feet not on the ground. Finally, he feels the courage to pick up, to say something, even though he’s sure that his voice will shake. “Hello?”

“Jeremy, thank fuck. This has been on my mind for weeks and I literally don’t have anyone else who would know what the fuck is going on right now.”

Right away, Jeremy can sense that Rich is in trouble. The ramble has Jeremy’s mind resorting to nervousness, but not the healthy amount. This has been going on for days, it’s clear as Rich continues speaking, not seeming to breathe between sentences, the enhanced amount of “fuck”s, voice hoarse with each passing syllable—this is bad, even for Rich.

“What’s up?”

“Oh my god there was this girl here in Metuchen, someone you’ve never met or seen before, and I swear I didn’t do anything, but like, I don’t even know where to begin, you know? Fuck Jeremy, this is awful, I feel like I haven’t slept in days or slept too much and all I can think about is her, even though we barely even fucking talked and I have no idea what’s she’s up to or if she got home okay—”

“Get to the point, Rich.”

Jeremy didn’t mean to snap, but his eyes had glanced over his digital alarm clock, noticing that you should’ve gotten home a while ago. The reminder that Rich spit into existence didn’t help his case either. Jeremy could feel the lump in his throat form, breaths getting shaky. You had been in such trouble, in and out of reality, maybe you’d been followed home by that shitty little red speedster, which could only remind Jeremy of almost a year ago, lights flashing, nights in sterile rooms, eyes falling into sleep, FRIENDS in the background, his fucking blue sweater, and now everything is crumbling, he just lost—

“Jeremy, you good?”

“Yeah. Yeah, sorry. Can you say that again? My dad called me for something and I couldn’t focus.”

It was a lie, but an easy cover-up. He knew that his dad wouldn’t mind being the bad guy when Jeremy needed an out. He’d mentioned that when Jeremy had gone off to college if he was ever pressured into drinking or going out or some other thing.

“Uhh yeah. So on the night of Brooke’s backyard party, I split early because…because I had previous commitments. But I was out of gas so I stopped at the Wawa off of the I-95. I went inside the Wawa to grab some stuff and I accidentally bumped into his girl—the one I mentioned who isn’t from around here. She mentioned that she was alone, her friend abandoned her at this Wawa, and I couldn’t just leave her alone, right?”

“Yeah, that makes sense.”

“Right. So, I took her home—”

“Rich”

“I promise I didn’t sleep with her! She was lonely and needed a place to stay, and I swear, I’m not like that anymore. Haven’t been for years, not since the SQUIP thing. It just brings up too many…yeah. But I got her stuff for the next day until she could get on her flight in a few days, Christine agreed to see a show with her, Waitress, I think. She posted on Instagram?”

“Christine? Yeah. I didn’t know you knew that girl.”

“Yeah. She’s my…friend. But Christine really likes her, and I think they had a really good time.”

“That’s good.” Although the conversation is going, Jeremy’s been watching time tick past, mind just blurring over each word, grazing the surface and not searching for anything deeper. He swipes down to see his notifications—nothing yet. It’s at times like these that Jeremy wished you’d let him see your location. He understood that it was absolutely an invasion of privacy, but—no that was selfish. Maybe you’d gotten caught up with someone, or maybe you’d already gotten home. Then why didn’t you text him? Jeremy’s fists ball up his comforter, the colon on his clock blinking with each second, and he’s practically counting each one. Rich becomes white noise to his worry, face still pale as the room gets darker.

“I don’t know—dude, it’s stupid, but—I think. I think I might be a little in love with her.”

Jeremy’s eyes immediately widened, and suddenly the world gets put into hyperspeed. “What?!”

“But she’s from Florida, and—”

“Rich, you’re in love with her?”

“I don’t know!”

“Shit, dude. I get it.”

“That’s what I mean. You are the only person who gets it, at least that I know of.”

“Yeah…I guess I am.”

“Exactly.”

“But now she’s so far away, and—”

“You feel like you can’t focus or sleep.”

“Yeah.”

“Rich, dude, you gotta talk to her.”

“Hypocrite.” It’s a laugh, a joke, something that Jeremy knows hasn’t happened for days. He recalls every night he spent in his dorm, Michael sleeping soundly, as Jeremy tosses and turns, mind racing and hoping for a sign that you’re okay. Dusk begins to turn into twilight, and he hopes that you’re okay. God, he’s about to be sent into that state now, just from you not being home, that something is wrong, he knows it.

“Fair.” It’s emotionless as it comes from Jeremy, realizing the reality of everything. He was going to have to cut Rich off to make sure you were okay. A life was…as much as he hated to say it, more important than this.

“But I can’t talk to her. What would I do after that?”

“You could go long distance.”

“I met her for two days, Jeremy.”

“Yeah, okay. I’ve also heard long distance is hard even for people who have been together for a year, so that might not…work.”

“Exactly.”

“You should still tell her, you know? She deserves to know, and it might feel good to get it off of your chest.”

“Yes, but she’s also in Florida.”

“Yeah, true.”

There’s another pause, and Jeremy can hear the blankets on the other end of the line shift. Rich was in bed, probably had been for days, and Jeremy’s heart sunk even more; this wasn’t like Rich. This was…bad.

But the preoccupation of you still haunted him. It was entirely possible that you’d been hunted down by your ex-boyfriend. Jeremy’s memories of “don’t drive to my house, he knows where I live—” ringing in his head. Your ex was forgetful in the way that all abusers are. They forget needs but remember the parts of your life to torment you, remember to lie in order to get you to feel crazy. He remembered where you lived after two times of ever going to your house, and that, even to Jeremy, was the most frightening thing that could be remembered. He opens messages, eyes flicking to your conversation, hoping for at least the typing symbol to appear.

Nothing. Thirty minutes, and nothing from you. His heart raced and palms began to sweat, shivers running down Jeremy’s spine. As much as Rich wasn’t himself, this wasn’t like you either. The shifting stopped, but the panic that forced Jeremy to enter a world of hurt was just beginning. He was about to end the call with Rich to see if you were okay, but then again, if you had gotten caught with your ex, and he called, that could also be bad, for reasons he didn’t want to think about. The light from the summer day drifted into nighttime, heat going down outside, but rising in Jeremy. Just as Jeremy is about to say something to Rich to get him to hang up, the line picks up.

“Hey Jeremy?”

“Yeah?” It came out harsh and rushed, but he really couldn’t help it. Panic controlled him now.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You uhh…seem really distant.”

He inhales, trying his best to maintain composure while talking to his friend. If he can’t do that, he might as well drive to your house and make sure that you got home safely, and if not, drive around town until you were found. “Oh uh, yeah. I just got back from a date with (y/n) and they uhh haven’t texted me that they got home safely. I’m starting to get really worried about it.”

“Starting? Dude, it’s been the entire time.” He pauses for a second, letting the sentence hang in open air. “But I’m sure they’re okay, it was just a what, 10-minute drive?”

Jeremy stiffened. A 10-minute drive right now could be death. You could’ve not seen a red light and collided with someone. You could have been run off of the road. The last moments you were here with distracted, unsure, and panicky. This was not just a drive home. It was a fatal quest. But he couldn’t tell Rich that, this wasn’t about Jeremy right now. This was about Rich and his Florida girl and his feelings towards her. He had to get the topic off of this. “Yeah.”

“How is everything with them, by the way? I’ve been uhh…talking a lot and I just realized that you really haven’t gotten the chance to say anything.”

“It’s going well. Just some…stuff happened on our date.” It wasn’t fair to you to go into what had happened. Yes, Rich knew, but he didn’t know everything that Jeremy had seen. He didn’t know about the sleepless nights, the apologies, the times you were so scared you could barely even make physical contact, the moments of guilt over something you had no control over. Rich knew the technicalities, Jeremy knew the truths.

“Are you okay? Do you need me to drive over there now?”

“No, it’s okay. I’m more worried about them.” It was nice of Rich to offer to drive from Elizabeth to Metuchen, but unnecessary. Plus, it would mean Jeremy would have to tell the whole truth, which was something that he wasn’t comfortable with. It was your story, one you’d mentioned in previous times that you were embarrassed about. You’d requested to not share photos with your ex, that you regretted every moment. You requested something like a restart, but this time, with a lot more boundaries, and unfortunately, experiences you’d like to forget.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Jeremy took another breath. The answer was yes, but he really wasn’t sure how to approach it. But since Rich knew, it might be better to have him on your side. You knew that Rich understood what was going on. It was in another private moment that you’d confessed when Rich witnessed your ex-boyfriend slam doors in your face, only to have Rich open them again, trying his hardest to not make it seem like he was flirting through trying to be friendly, but still be someone you could trust, even if he was just on the sidelines. It wasn’t like Rich was a stranger to you…and it might be good to spread it around that Jeremy’s partner can’t go to this grocery store. “We uhh went to that giant strip mall not too far from here.”

“That’s awesome, dude. Good date idea.”

“Yeah, and we like, both had a good time for the first part of it. But their mom wanted us to get her something from that grocery store over there. The really expensive one but has like…stuff you can’t get anywhere else?”

“At the end of the strip mall by Starbucks and Cold Stone?”

“Yeah.” Jeremy takes a shaky breath, dreading to relive the moments he’d just gone through with you and to have his mind completely blocked out by memory. Keeping calm was out of the question at this point, anger and worry boiling to Jeremy’s breaking point, tears threatening in his eyes to flood onto his face. “And their ex works there, Rich. We saw him two feet away from us. We booked it out of there after we paid, but I had to drive myself home Rich, in their car. They couldn’t even feel their hands. And now they aren’t texting me that they made it home safely and I’m—”

The text tone rings out, an apology from you finally in Jeremy’s hands.

You: Sorry about being so late, my mom wanted her groceries and I wanted to take a shower to try and calm down with some alone time with no disturbances.

Jeremy: Thank god you’re okay. You’re fine, please get some rest

Just as Jeremy sends the text back to you, a “FUCK” rings out from Rich’s side of the call. There’s an obvious door slam, but the shout still sounds distant from the phone. Rich must have gotten up.

“Rich? You okay?”

“Dude, I’m so sorry.”

“What for? I just got their text, you don’t need to leave, they just took a shower and forgot to text, which, they were really out of it, so I can’t really blame them for it.”

“Jeremy, you’re going to be really pissed.”

“What? Rich, no. I don’t have anything to be mad about.”

“Dude, no, you’re going to be mad. I don’t even know how to…explain this.”

“What do you mean?”

“Jeremy, I knew.”

“Knew? What are you talking about?”

“I knew that he worked there, Jeremy, but—”

At this point, nothing gets through Jeremy’s ears. Worry turns to anger and before he can even think, Jeremy opens his mouth and starts yelling over Rich. No excuse, none, is okay to forget something this fucking big.

“What the fuck, Rich?”

“Dude—”

“No, really! What the FUCK, Richard?! What the fuck could make you forget about something like this?”

“Jer—”

“It’s their EX, Rich! The same fucking one who—”

“I know! Fuck dude, I already feel so fucking awful for forgetting.”

“Oh, you feel awful? How do you fucking think it felt to be standing there with my partner so fucking scared they can’t even move? How do you justify that, Richard? Huh?”

The line is quiet for a second, and Jeremy can hear himself breath, heart ringing in his ears. He can feel his entire body heave with every inhale, eyes blurry, hands sweaty. This entire thing could’ve been avoided if Rich hadn’t forgotten about a very important detail. For a minute or two, Jeremy thinks Rich hung up, tired of hearing him yell about this. But it was justified. This was a big fucking deal that could’ve ended in death. Did Rich just not see that or—

“Okay, Jeremy. You gotta fucking promise me that you’re going to take a second and calm down.”

“I don’t even—”

“Jeremiah Heere.”

Initially, Jeremy removed the phone from his ear, thinking his dad had called him downstairs for “using so much foul language”. It’s quiet in the house, however, as Jeremy’s dad usually calls more than once for him. The silence is enough to tell Jeremy that it was Rich who had suddenly sounded like a parent to him, calling him by his full name, something usually only his dad does. The snap back into reality hits him hard, causing an exhale, and a step back. “Alright.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah.”

“So, Florida girl.”

“Does she have a name?”

“I’m getting there. Florida girl. She had…there was a lot that happened, okay? It’s not really…my thing to tell, but just…trust me, dude, it was a lot. There was stuff with her best frie—former best friend and…it just really got to her, which is completely understandable, and we uhh saw Christine for a bit and that uhh helped, I thought at least, and then we went to go and get groceries since Gabe asked us to.” There’s a pause here, a deep breath passes through the speaker, almost as if Rich is too afraid to talk about the next part of the explanation. “We uhh…we got back to my place…and I put the truck in park…you remember the truck…and she-she like…”

Another pause hits, this time longer and shakier than the last. A good thirty seconds goes by of nothing, before Jeremy finally says something, seeing if he’s still on the line. “Rich?”

“Yeah, uhh…we basically made out before—y’know, I uh, had to stop her since…it’s…she-she didn’t want that. She was really upset…and uh, since that happened, it…it honestly just slipped my mind, Jeremy. I’m so sorry, dude.”

As much as reality hurt, Jeremy was sent back to the past. This was a case he was somewhat familiar with. When you came over that very first time, with you being so upset, there had been shared kisses, there had been implications of moving forward, but Jeremy stopped them. The second time it happened, you had stopped them from previous trauma. He didn’t move forward because it wasn’t healthy, and with you dissociating, it wasn’t consensual, even if it was just kissing. The concept, the scenario, everything was familiar to Jeremy. The act of wanting to feel something good and being so desperate for happiness was something you’d been trying to achieve over a year ago. Jeremy could understand how something so big slipped his mind.

That being said, historically, Rich has been one to use that to his advantage. Although things seemed better now, Jeremy was still unsure that it was just…left with that; that Rich had dropped any idea of taking advantage after this encounter. Sure, the SQUIP was gone, but Rich also sounded upset, so he could’ve…done it later. He had to say something, anything, to clear the air and make sure that things ended at least somewhat okay. If they didn’t, Jeremy would hang up. If they did…that would be a discussion for later.

“So, you didn’t…?”

“Fuck dude, no way. She just slept in my room and I took the couch. I wanted her to be safe…you know? That…would not have been safe.”

“Alright.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I think so.”

“Are we…are we good?”

“I think so. Uhh sorry about—”

“No, Jeremy, you had every reason to be mad. I’m mad at myself for forgetting.”

“But you had—”

“Yeah.”

There’s another pause, the conversation starting to end as both ends of the call calm down. “Hey Jeremy?”

“Yeah?”

“I should uh, go. Gabe made food, and I have stuff I have to do, but I’m so sorry. I don’t think I can say it enough.”

“I accept the apology, Rich.”

“Thanks, Jeremy.”

“Of course. Let me know when you have a day free. I feel like…we need to catch up.”

“I’ll keep you posted.”

“Bye.”

“See ya.”

The call ends with a click, an hour and a half going by easily. He’d have to tell you what Rich said, of course, but the conversation should be in person so that Jeremy can express what was happening without being too telling of the mystery girl. Night is in full swing as Jeremy pulls out his phone, texting you again.

Jeremy: Are you feeling any better?

You: Yeah. Just playing Life is Strange. I’m so sorry about dinner

Jeremy: Don’t worry about it, okay? We can make it up a different day.

You: Are you sure?

Jeremy: Positive.

You: You’re so sweet, thank you so much for being there for me and not…getting really mad that we have to postpone it.

Jeremy: You can’t control something like that. I don’t expect you to. It’s one date. We can go whenever we both feel comfortable with it.

You: Call you tomorrow?

Jeremy: Yeah. Jeremy: I care about you a lot, so please get some rest, okay? Don’t stress about today, and if anything happens, I’m here.

You: Thank you, Jer. You too.

#Jeremy Heere x reader #Jeremy Heere imagine #Be More Chill x Reader #Be More Chill imagine #BMC x reader #BMC imagine

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babyspiderling · 5 years

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Possible Hiatus Soon

So guys, I am in the theatre program at my school, and come the new year I only have Wednesdays off, as well as weekends, I am in an AP and College level course, as well as being active in my church. I will continue to try to create and reply to your requests, so send them in, but it may be a little less frequent than I have been during break.

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interstellarflowers · 5 years

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michael mell x reader | sloppy and wonderful

a/n: requested michael mell fanfic, i hope this is okay, feel free to request whatever whenever

t/w: cursing, kind of(?) sad stuff, but otherwise just fluff

Busy hallways, people everywhere, sweaty, body spray, fresh school supplies...This certainly was your last first day of school. One more year, you thought to yourself, one more year and then you’re out of this shit hole. You were so over the whole high school thing, and already so over senior year. You were already convinced, senior year was a goddamn scam.

“(y/n)!” your best friend Christine runs towards you and pulls you into an airtight hug.

“Christine,” you laugh and pull yourself out of the hug, “I just saw you yesterday.”

“That’s too long!” You both walk to class laughing, maybe senior year wouldn’t be completely awful. You had Christine, after all, and shes helped you through a lot more than high school...

Christine had been your best friend since diapers. You did everything together. Millions of play rehearsals, countless sleepovers, movie nights, etc. Inseparable. On your way to sign up for the school play, you and Christine ran into Jeremy, whispering to himself.

“Did you say something?” Jeremy looks up at Christine like a deer in highlights.

“I-uh-um,” and then he ran away. Christine and you shrugged at each other and you both continued to make your way over to the play sign up sheet.

Later that day you had a free period and decided to bide your time in the library, having not been assigned any homework yet you go to grab a book off a shelf. Well, you were going to grab a book, until the very book you were about to grab got snatched right off the shelf right before you picked it up.

“Hey!” you said a little too loud for the library, but hey, you were startled.

“I’m sorry!” yelled a voice back, startled as well, “Do you want this?”

The voice comes out from behind the other side of the shelf, it’s Michael Mell. Michaell Mell, like your crush since fifth grade Michael Mell. He hands you the book,

“Here, you can have it.” You stutter back a thank you and run into another part of the library.

You sat down at one of the numerous chairs in the back part of the library and attempted to calm down from the sudden interaction. You began to read until you were interrupted by a certain book snatcher,

“Hey,” you nearly jumped out of your seat, “Oh, I’m sorry, I-” stutters Michael,

“No, no, no, it’s fine, it’s fine. I’m sorry, uh, what’s up?”

“I-uh, you like that book too?” You look down at your book and then look back at Michael,

“Yes, yes, book good!” Michael gives you a funny look before laughing,

“Yeah, book good.” He shakes his head still laughing a little, “Well, see ya.” He gives you a small wave and pushes through the library doors. Sighing, you put down your book in order to process what just happened.

The next few weeks of school went by, still just as slow, still just as boring, very few interactions with Michael following the first day of school. Until one fateful day, you heard light sobs coming from the supply closet. It was time to go to your next class, but you certainly couldn’t just leave whoever it was in there, so instead of going to class you slip into the supply closet.

“M-Michael?” Michael looks up at you,

“(y/n)?”

“Michael, what happened?”

“It’s Jeremy.” Ah yes, Jeremy. He has been acting noticeably weird as of late.

“Well, what’d he do?” You sit down next to Michael anticipating some sort of typical teenage drama. Michael looks at you, and then the ground contemplative.

“...I’m about to tell you something,” Michael starts, “But you have to promise me that you won’t think I’m insane after.” You nod quickly and then Michael tells you everything. Rich in the bathroom, Jeremy’s bar mitzvah money, the shoe store clerk, everything. By the end of it, you were terrified. Terrified of how awfully familiar this all sounded.

“This is…”

“Insane? I know, but you have to believe me-”

“Oh, I believe you.”

“I know, but I swear I’m telling the-Wait you what?”

“This is, way too familiar for me,” Michael goes to speak again but you stop him and continue on, “My brother...He-He was in his first year of college, and he started going nuts. So he had to come home, we figured that it was just that college was too much pressure, he went to Harvard-”

“He went from a straight D student to a freshman at Harvard…”

“Yes, precisely, but wait how did you know that?”

“You’re that guy...Warcraft...You’re a girl? I mean, you’re her?”

“Yes, I’m a girl. That was my brother. I thought he was lying, just a part of going crazy until I heard you were looking for information on a squip...That’s when I know I was a fool to not believe him.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” His hand is on your shoulder, Michael Mell’s hand is on your shoulder, “It’s okay, I’m going to figure out how to get it out, and then we can save Jeremy and your brother.” Tears welled up in your eyes.

“Michael, that’s wonderful!” you exclaimed overjoyed at the thought of having your brother back, you jumped and hugged Michael so fast that you nearly knocked him over.

“We’re going to get through this together (y/n).” Then it all happened so fast you could barely process what was happening, Michael Mell. The Michael Mell. Michael Mell you’ve liked since fifth grade Michael Mell was kissing you. His lips were on yours. Sloppy, awkward, but wonderful. Everything you’ve ever hoped for and more than you ever imagined. It was almost perfect until one of the brooms in the supply closet got knocked over and fell on you. You both stopped kissing to laugh and fix the broom, Michael grabs your shoulders again and looks you in the eyes.

“You know,” he started quietly, “I’ve wanted to do that since the fifth grade?”

“You know that,” you nearly lose your breath starting this sentence, words you never thought you would actually say to Michael, “You know that, I’ve been in love with you since like the fifth grade?”

Michael beams at you, this big bright smile and you too share a kiss again. Sweet, simple, beautiful. Just as you dreamed, and you knew that with Michael by your side everything was going to be okay.

a/n i hope this was ok?? let me know if you want a sad one haha

#be more chill #be more chill x reader #michael mell #michael mell x reader #jeremy heere #jeremy heere x reader #christine canigula #christine canigula x reader #squip #bmc squip #bmc #bmc fanfic #be more chill fan fiction

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