#bmc self insert

[mkaroy]

school sketches basically

[somekindofloser]

I relate to Jeremy because I too have voices in my head

[littlemissskyblue]

I'm gonna take a break from drawing for a bit to eat breakfast and such, but in the meantime I thought I'd share my own self inserts! These are for mlp g5 (I self ship with Izzy Moonbow), Mario (I self ship with bowser), and bmc (I self ship with Michael Mell). If anyone ever wants to draw or send asks about any of my selfships I'd be so honored!

[lohstandfound]

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🍬What's a genre/trope you've never written, but might in future? ooh.... i dont know! i really want to write a royalty au one day (i have like. popular kids polycule royalty au idea floating around) also if i could return to my fae au. i dont know if i will

🍩What advice would you give to aspiring fic writers? Spend some time daydreaming to know your plot. If you live it then you know how your story is gonna layout/know major plot points you need to connect jot down any notes or ideas you have, you can always come back to them. if you're editing something and decide to delete a line or paragraph or something, put it in a separate document, don't delete them completely. you can always reuse those snippets for other stories

🥠What's your approach to world-building? bear with me this is going to be very jumbled

tldr: i dont have a great approach, the world creates itself most of the time, looking up resources is a great help, trying to write a story with a co-writer who a. doesn't write and b. doesn't look at any of the notes or snippets you have written just makes co-writing much more difficult

If I look at my graphic novel series.... not well. I like to think i have a pretty good grasp on the world-building for that but my co-creator keeps changing things up on me. it's not really a discussion, he just makes the executive decision that this is how things are going to work and does not listen when i try to bring up my concerns

anyway!

most of the time, the worldbuilding just happens as i write. i have a basic concept (reincarnated greek heroes, what if the bmc kids were deities of some sort, jake brooke michael and rich write poetry together, four childhood friends with connections to the mafia) and then everything else about the world just comes up as i write (flashbacks to past lives, creation stories mirroring already existing mythologies, how did they come to make this poet quartet and how do they work together, jason's girlfriend is a member of a rival mafia family)

(most of my other fics are grounded in the bmc canon somehow, so its just building on already established worldbuilding)

like most stories, it starts with a concept.

recollections started as a final fantasy self insert story. it has grown a lot since then. my co creator already had a basic plot and characters and abilities and such when he told me about it. i started thinking about where magic came from (taking a similar approach to how energy can not be created nor destroyed, just changed).

if im actually taking the time to plan it all out, like recollections, i look up worldbuilding tips and resources, taking the ones that will fit my purposes better. fantasy worlds would take a lot more worldbuilding than ones based in some sort of reality. recollections is taking a lot of planning to figure out how magic works and where it comes from, and magic is different for each person but it also can be a choice to decide whether or not you want to harness magic. the magic system and the world itself needs a lot more work because i think some of the elements that my co-creator wants to impliment (using astrology to categorise magic, treating magic as xp in a video game and everything is held within birthstones) just dont quite fit the world we already created

[feelin-kinda-cocky-bmc]

FKC Update 6/21/23

Alright, quick update! I've got day 5 for Dustin's route completed. All that's left is the dance day and the date day. I've been focusing on the good route and will fill in the neutral/bad routes later, along with more choices.

That's it for game updates as of right now, but if you're interested in future plans, continue on.

I'd like to mention that once I finish and release the main game, I'm going to start looking at making a "self-insert mode" (name WIP) in which you, as the player, will be able to play through routes of characters not featured in the main Feelin' Kinda Cocky game. Granted, I am admittedly a little hesitant about this because on one hand, I want to include teens like Jenna, Brooke, Christine, and Chloe. ..But there is also a lot of people who would like to see adult characters like the Squip. So it's in a weird grey area that I'm going to be cautious about, should I go through with this idea. Because, unfortunately, there are some weird-ass people on the internet that make wanting to make something nice for the fandom a lot more difficult than it has to be. Personally, if anyone has thoughts on the matter, because this is not a concrete thing that is going to happen, I'd love to hear it. Because I really don't want to get into hot water with anyone for the wrong things. I am simply trying to make a game for the BMC fandom to enjoy, I am not trying to do any weird shit out here. Either way, feedback on the idea is appreciated.

Also I plan on doing little updates where I throw the characters into different AUs. Maybe not all of them, but each one will have a chance to be in these various events. And of course, I'll make sure that even players who missed the event can still play them, because that's something that a shocking amount of games do in my experience.

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[edgyandoverzealous]

Things I do that I must've picked up from somewhere, some media

But have no idea how when or why. Aka calling myself out and some self analysis because self love is important and I need to do more.

• Cooling my face down with my hands, specifically my cheeks when I'm blushing and flustered. Cringey fanfic, cute fanart of Nico Di Angelo/another grumpy/sunshine dynamic character? Anybody's guess.

• "Gimme hands", specifically when referencing I want affection or something given to me. Some romance/drama/or tween coming of age movie my mom watched with me at the ripe age of 12. Or additionally fanfic/fan comics

• Physically and mentally short circuiting when given too much affection. Like headaches, heartaches, love-dumb inability to think of much else, internal "they're so [insert term of affection here]" y'know, the drill. I don't know which fandom fanart started it, but Logan Sanders comes to mind?? For some reason??

• curling out and then into myself while laughing. The wheeze meme???

• repeating back/yes and-ing is how I tell jokes. Crankgameplays circa 2013??? Another YouTuber??? I d k.

• Semi cynical mf, somehow seen as sweet/affectionate. Not a clue but it--- Percy fucking Jackson???? Leo Valdez??

• Traumatized. All of I have ever consumed but specifically Steve Harrington and Hunter from TOH are good parallels.

• Romanticizing running away from bad situations or when things turn sour. Tangled?? Sonic the hedgehog??? Wander over yonder??? Austin and Ally??? The Teen Titans??? ----NICO DI ANGELO.

• himbo behavior. The main male "love interest" character in any given 2010's original Disney Movie. And Tubbo? Mayhaps.

• 10 yard stare ability. Anime?? Fanart?? Creepypasta??? That one may have just come free on my X-boxtm.

• Weaving in-between people either expertly or nearly running into people. Surprisingly both were probably from the same high school hosts anime.

• Giggling at puns and doing stupidly immature jokes. Definitely Percy Jackson started this. That kid and his sass/childish jokes such as the dam segment made me this way.

• Swinging my feet when they don't touch the ground where I'm sitting. 2010 Love action Disney Movies, shows, and "cringe" fluff fanfiction.

•Looking up though my hair. Any bbg character I adore that's ever interacted with people taller than them. IE: Nico Di Angelo, Patton Sanders, Virgil Sanders, fucking-- Rich from BMC. but listen here, why strain my neck when I can glance up.

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4. What is the plot bunny you've been carrying around the longest? Optional bonus question: do you ever wonder why you haven't written it and experience deep existential dread?

Jeremy's freshman year bisexuality crisis... those first two chapters are still on ao3 but gods the progress I lost... maybe one day I'll dig up the scraps I could salvage and piece it together. It actually inspired another user (whose name escapes me, but they did ask if they could write it in that comment section) to write a fic entitled "sophomore year" way back in 2018 so it's kind of funny how the spiritual successor got completed while the original died.

7. Tell us about the plot for the first fanfic you ever wrote.

Technically the first one was this self-insert youtuber thing when I was 13 that was highly wattpad-coded, but I didn't finish it and I was physically writing it on paper and didn't share it to the internet (or anyone. For good reason.) Like, I needed to be kidnapped bc [redacted youtubers] thought I was keeping "government secrets" but really it was just fanart of them bc i was a ✨️#fangirl lol✨️ It made. No sense. But I was 13 so of course it didn't.

As for the first one I posted, it was started a few weeks after I got into bmc - like I hadn't even listened to all the songs yet, I was banking off of boyfs fanart, animatics, the wiki synopsis, and then LATER the script when I got to the Halloween portion. It needlessly erased the fact that Jeremy was crushing on Christine and that she'd "known him since seventh grade" via AGTIKBI. Like she had just moved and Jeremy was trying (and failing) to project his feelings for Michael onto her bc he lied abt wanting to join the play "because of his crush" and just.. made up the name bc haha theres not a Christine Canigula at this school. And then he goes to rehearsal and Mr. Reyes is like "lol new student this is christine canigula" and jer is all "oh shit shes real and Michael is supposed to think i have a crush on her GUESS I HAVE TO GO FOR IT NOW."

It's like... not quiiite the Christine erasure that I thought it was now that i think abt it, but it was still needlessly wishy-washy about her importance to the story. It was basically "Be More Chill but Jeremy got squipped trying to get with Christine specifically to get over Michael" which is like,, prime 2017 cringefail bc I started it when I was 15. It was,, stupid.

Though admittedly it had some fun ideas. Like ACTUALLY SEEING HALLOWEEN THROUGH JENNAS POV VIA A VLOG AND GIVING HER SHIT TO DO PRIOR TO THE PITIFUL CHILDREN!!! I POPPED OFF THERE IDC!!!

11. What's something neat you've learned while doing research for something you were writing? Also, how much do you worry about research in general?

This is actually recent bc of smth I wanted to do with Tales From The Lagniappe!! So in L4D2 the military calls the Infected "Whiskey Delta" as code for "Walking Dead" (despite them not being dead but not the point.) And in The Sacrifice comic that bridges the gap between the first and second game, they call the Survivors "Tango Mikes." I didn't know what the "TM" could've been code for so I looked it up and it's in reference to Typhoid Mary, who as far as I can tell is the first (known) asymptomatic carrier of anything ever???

She was a cook for hire and most of the families she worked for mysteriously got typhoid fever bc she had it in her gallbladder and didn't practice proper hygiene while cooking (it was the 1900s so it was like, weird but not weird weird). She was quarantined for like 30 collective years throughout her life and,, knowing the lethality of the Green Flu and that the L4D military nicknamed the Survivors after her brings an even darker spin on their view on carriers, as if it wasn't dark enough that they (spoilers) later resorted to killing carriers instead of just imprisoning them.

[weighted-notebook]

What to Currently Expect From This Blog:

•Roleplay-seeking posts

•Roleplay-related posts

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Fandoms I'm Currently (Mainly) Interested in Roleplaying For:

•Five Nights at Freddy's

•Pokémon

•Be More Chill

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Some Things of Note:

•I can range anywhere from one-liners to absolute walls of text, though I tend to stay comfortably in the semi-lit range.

•I don't have any triggers; go as dark and brutal with your roleplay responses as you want. However, I don't feel comfortable with sexual roleplay. Please refrain from making your responses sexual in nature.

•Sometimes, I end up taking a long time to respond. Life can get pretty busy and I can often be pulled away from my device because of it. If I randomly stop responding, it's nothing personal.

•Also! I overthink. A lot. Even if I am still at my device, I may take a while to respond because I'm looking at and editing my response so much.

•I don't tend to swear, personally, but I'm good with others doing it.

•Crossovers are fun; I'm down to do them. I'm even down to roleplay crossovers with things I don't know jack diddly squat about! Just make sure to explain what I need to know, in that case, please. ^^

•Same with AUs, canon deviations, OCs, and self-inserts. They're also fun! I'm open to all four! :D

•I can be flexible to your headcanons, if need be, except for with certain ships. I refuse to roleplay with certain ships.

•Even if a fandom isn't listed here, I may still be down to roleplay it, if prompted. Feel free to ask! ^^

•I don't particularly enjoy romance roleplays, unless they're with people I know and am close to. If you have a ship and play both characters, that's a-okay, but I, personally, don't really want my characters to be a part of it, for the most part (I may make characters in a relationship, myself, every once in a while but all roleplayed by me. I don't really wanna roleplay a romance with someone else unless I know 'em well). This is subject to change, though.

•Please just generally be patient with me. Thank you!

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Roleplay Characters:

•Michael Afton (Mikebro Headcanon) (FNaF)

•C.C. Afton (Headcanon Name: Evan) (FNaF)

•Glamrock Freddy (FNaF)

•Bidybabs (FNaF)

•Maddie (PKMN OC)

•Kit (Vulpix) (PKMN OC)

•Lumi (Alolan Vulpix) (PKMN OC)

•Frisk (Undertale)

•Chara (Undertale)

•Jeremy Heere (BMC)

•Michael Mell (BMC)

•Self-insert

Note: I'm down to roleplay other characters, too! These are just the ones I'm currently looking to play! ^^

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Have a great day and stay safe, y'all! :D

[cleverbroadwayurl]

It Only Takes a Taste (Jeremy Heere x Reader Pt. 22)

Song: It Only Takes a Taste from Waitress 

Word Count: 6316 

Need to Catch Up? The links are weird on this site! Check my masterlist! 

A/N: Oh my god I’m not sure how I did it, but I promised it and here it is! I know that there’s been a lack of content lately, and I’m trying to fix that while making a living for myself and wow it’s getting to be a lot! But I will keep working at it and trying because I know when writing gets posted, others are more inclined to create as well! So here’s part 22!! Credit to: MJ!! 

Taglist: @retrogarden @be-more-heidi-hansen @scarsonthecuffsofyourjeans @bluhimaweirdo @catatonic-kuragin @stargirl-murphy @dee-writes-fics @macbookpro-hard-drive (I thought I’d tag u bc this fic was literally like your idea) 

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of an abusive ex-boyfriend, mentions of intimacy. mentions of fear of intimacy, implied trauma, mentions of trauma, self-depreciation, mentions of the SQUIP, mentions of The Play, mentions of previous fic parts, IF I MISSED ANYTHING PLEASE LET ME KNOW

Jeremy nods, and stutters out a quick “okay” before you practically vanish before his eyes. Everything and everyone around him was almost static, as if you hadn’t been there at all. But the tingly feeling in Jeremy’s heart and hands said different. It was something different within him. It was the first time he’d left and had some kind of security when thinking about you. Everything almost worked out, was almost perfect, and it was like….god he didn’t even know. You trusted him. You were okay. And in a solid night, he had gotten everything he’d wished so hard for—and he wouldn’t trade that for the entire world.

The Heere household hadn’t been so clean in years. Jeremy’s mom was the last person to really get it sparkling, until this very second, in which Jeremy was counting plates, blankets, amount of food, sodas, waters, amongst other things that had been perfectly laid about for an arrival that had been planned days in advance. Of course, you’d seen the Heere household in its usual somewhat cluttered glory before, but this was different, this was new, this was planned.

But it wasn’t a date…or was it? Jeremy stood for a second and stared at an old painting that had been there as long as he could remember. Was this a date? It was a planned interaction between the two of you, you coming over in what, 20 minutes or so? And yet, there was that same lingering feeling in the air, like you were still off limits like this was just the typical friend thing that he and Michael did. You were just coming over to play games…but then again, that could be counted as a date. He’d heard of other people doing that, but he also heard that there was sometimes no romance to it. Of course, he had Google searched it because his gut was just as unsure as to the logic. He knew that you wanted to be there. You’d texted him first, he brought up the idea of game night, you liked it, said you’d come over in a few days, now minutes, and he was still confused about the entire event. But, instead of pushing romance onto you, Jeremy made a definitive decision that this was a friend date. Yeah, just a friend thing. The last thing Jeremy would ever want to do was make you feel pressured into something you weren’t ready for. He assumed you’d seen that so many times before, and he wanted to be a source of comfort, a source of happiness. He just wanted to make you safe.

The ring of the doorbell catches him off guard, and he runs to answer it, the small window not being completely transparent to display who was really out there. He really hoped it was you and not a religious group asking if he had thought about Christianity that day. With a flick of the lock, and a twist of his wrist, the door was opened, and there you stood, almost basking in the light radiating from the house.

You’d mentioned you would be wearing something comfortable because it wasn’t worth it to play games in jeans—Jeremy agreed, of course, meaning he was in his own sweatpants and t-shirt—but even though you stood in pretty much the same attire, Jeremy couldn’t help but feel underdressed. For the first time ever, you stood on Jeremy’s doorstep, a genuine smile on your face, shoulders tall, and no fear emitted from you. It was the first time Jeremy had seen you healthy in front of him, your cheeks a normal color and your eyes as bright as Jeremy could ever only imagine them. Seeing them in real life felt like a fantasy of some kind. Nervousness creeps its way into your features and Jeremy suddenly realizes he’s been staring at you for like two minutes straight, oh my god, he has to say something otherwise it’ll get more awkward.

But why were you nervous? You should not be the one who’s nervous. You were a good person, even though Jeremy had seen the slander that had happened against you on social media less than recently. But you knew Jeremy, and Jeremy knew you. Meaning all of that stuff that was said Jeremy knew was only conjecture. He knew that it was lies and attempts to get people onto your ex-boyfriend’s side. Some believed him, Jeremy was sure, but your reputation only got stronger with Jeremy. He saw it as you being so successful while the things you left behind put up a fight before dying. It was a triumph. Your nerves became more and more apparent, and Jeremy began to mirror that, his own hands beginning to sweat because oh my god he definitely didn’t say anything like he was supposed to.

“Sorry I’m late, I had to change after work, and they kept me late so uhh…” you began hands fidgeting with the edge of your sweatshirt. Your eyes darted downwards, and Jeremy resented himself for making you revert to old habits.

“Oh! It’s fine, actually, uhh the food was uhh late and it’s totally okay,” Jeremy rushed out.

You giggle at him as he opens the door and lets you inside. He knows you’ve seen his house before, but you still stop to take it all in. It’s different. It’s new for both of you, but good. There’s something in the air as Jeremy stares; your eyes following the structure of his living room before they finally land back on him. He blushes and turns his eyes towards the ground, cheeks and ears getting hot. Jeremy can feel every little droplet of sweat…god it feels like he’s going through middle school again, a smile on your adorable face as he does so. He fidgets with the hem of his shirt before he asks if you just want to head down into the basement. You smile and nod, heading towards the door and down the stairs as Jeremy grabs a pizza and some water. Jeremy can feel the smile on his face grow as he carefully steps down the stairs and into the already-lit basement.

Jeremy sets the pizza down in front of the TV and beanbags, far enough away where both of you have leg room, but not so far that the pizza is unreachable. You sit on one end of the room, while Jeremy sits on the other; beanbags having so much space between them, Michael could probably take a nap in the space. But it feels right. For some reason, space seems to be a requirement before continuing with the night. There’s no pressure to touch, there’s no pressure of accidents, and for some reason, it feels like a decision that needed to be made, and was, mutually.

Eyeing up his own game collection, Jeremy turns to you, realizing that you’d been watching him, almost as he’d been watching you. “What did you want to start with?”

“It���s up to you” comes your response, corners of your mouth turning upwards. Jeremy can feel his heart beating faster at that, along with the fact that you were admiring—no—observing him from a distance. Your eyes glistened in the dimmed lights, almost brighter than any afternoon summer sun. He hadn’t seen that ever, even when he’d first started noticing you. It had always been slightly dimmer. But this? This freedom, this happiness? Was something Jeremy was so glad he had the opportunity to witness in his—friend.

It’s only now that Jeremy realizes that you had just cast the decision of what to do onto him. His mind raced with options, none of them being worthy of your time, especially since you hadn’t shown a preference and you were the guest, so this would be a tough choice. He wanted something fair, something that both of you could get into, even if that meant he would have to sacrifice winning. Maybe winning wasn’t important with you around. Jeremy decided that as long as you two were comfortable and having fun, anything would be fine. That’s probably why you put the decision onto his shoulders. Jeremy could recall you mentioning something about Mario Kart before, and he thought that was a safe choice, even though he wasn’t the best at it, to say the least. Michael would drag that into a melodrama about just how terrible Jeremy was at Mario Kart, but it was something that was current common ground between you and the nervous boy. He moves slowly, almost like the rules that had been distinguished in that basement so many months ago were still significant. He finds the cartridge and puts it into his switch before turning on the system. He takes a glance backward, almost checking to see if everything is okay with you, and he watches as you observe the screen, biting your lip as you do so. It isn’t a soft biting of the lip, it’s almost like you’re nervous, like that’s a way to take the stress out of the situation. Maybe the rules were still significant. You two were alone in the house, basement door closed with heavy and steep stairs leading to an exit. Maybe that was scary. Maybe that was nerve-wracking.

But instead of dwelling on trying to decide what would ease you, it was almost like he knew that actions would soothe that more than anything. He grabs the attachments for the joycons, allowing both of you to play instead of just one player. He held out them in front of you, blue and red controllers both set up for playing. The title music played softly as he wordlessly smiled and gestured to pick whichever one you wanted. And that was a true no preference choice he’d laid out in front of you. Left or right, red or blue, Jeremy didn’t care as long as you were comfortable. The weight of the choice brings your face down, the glisten in your eyes dims, and your hand gently grabs the red one as Jeremy’s other hand grasps the blue one. Your expression doesn’t change as you gingerly hold the joycon and get your hands in place for playing. Your nerves hit Jeremy hard, but he was glad you managed to choose the one controller you wanted.

Jeremy had ended up with the blue one, the left-handed one, but he didn’t mind. You were sitting, observing the controller before he hit start. And finally, things started to ease within the room.

With a few quick button presses, the multiplayer menu is displayed, more choices set in front of both of you. He looks at you again, seeing which one looks like the best option. But your eyes are almost stuck on the cursor on the screen. It’s almost like you’re scared of what is going to be picked. He brushes the thought aside and gives you a choice once again. His own preferences for what he wants to do are out of the door. Even as just friends, Jeremy’s priority is providing a comfortable place to just relax for a second. That’s how he and Michael had managed to become friends without filters. Michael wanted to battle in Mario Kart?? He’d say it, loudly, and usually compromising with later rounds. Jeremy was able to do the same, friendly arguments are healthy. They make sense. You’re allowed to disagree with the people around you. But then again, maybe you weren’t scared of the choice, but rather really wanted to do a particular type. Just to be sure, he somehow verbalized his concerns: “Is there a type you wanted to do? Grand Prix? Just races? Or Battle?”

“Any of them is fine with me,” your smile almost seems forced, like something is keeping you on edge. The very last thing Jeremy wants to do is make you uncomfortable, but this seems like it’s something bigger than him.

“Okay. I know I’m still working through 100cc, so did you just want to help me out with that?” Jeremy asks, hands becoming sweatier as he asks.

“Sure!” You smile at him again, more genuinely this time. He can see the ease drip into your posture, You bat your eyes towards the ground, before gripping your controller.

He selects Grand Prix before looking to you once again as your eyes concentrate on each cup like they were an intensely written sensation novel instead of just simple “Fun English” chosen by game writers. “Is there a cup you like that I haven’t completed?”

“Uhh kinda weird and retro, but Shell cup,” you say, eyeing up the courses, light coming back in as you do so.

“Shell cup it is.”

As the cup begins, your smile gets wide and you ease into the bean bag a little further. Your hands grip the controller as you get ready to race. It doesn’t even take a look for Jeremy to realize that you’ve relaxed, and he does the same. It’s a friendly game, both of you not worried about winning or losing in the present moment, just having some fun as friends. As the course is showcased on the screen, you two share a smile, followed by a chuckle, and the race beginning.

“I love Moo Moo Meadows,” you blurt out, red grazing your cheeks, like it was a fact that was embarrassing.

“Oh no way, me too!”

And that was the truth. He almost always saved Shell Cup for the last because of Moo Moo Meadows. One lap goes by, and then another. It feels too fast, like the Game Theory episode suggests. Racers, according to the episode, go anywhere from 120-200 miles per hour, just like Jeremy’s heart at this moment. He glances at your face as you steal the lead, your concentration just as heartwarmingly adorable as it had been in senior government. But this had more heart, more passion, it felt like something more beautiful and purely stemmed from something good rather than a dumb group activity. He notices your body tilted with the kart as your character on screen turns and drifts, the sparks around the tires turning from orange to blue. Your thumb flicks and the kart straightens out, giving yourself such a lead that Jeremy swears he’s never witnessed, even when playing with Michael.

His eyes turn back to the screen, and he’s doing somewhat well. Except not really, since his character is in 10th and bound to hit a wall at some point. You’re onto lap 3, and Jeremy is a little over halfway through with lap 2, but it doesn’t matter. He’s just happy that you’re having fun and helping him get that cool trophy, even though for his favorite track, he was doing rather terribly. He glances again at your screen, and you’re still in first with an even better lead, and he’s sure that not even a blue shell could make you place second. Jeremy makes a note to not look at your screen anymore, that it’s causing him to lose places every time he does it. He speeds up, and finally finishes 4th, which isn’t too bad for his favorite track and for messing up so badly halfway through.

The cup flies by faster than Moo Moo Meadows ever did, but Jeremy’s heart kept the pace. The scores are predictable, you did mention that you were rather good at Mario Kart. You’re in first while Jeremy’s keeping fifth. But for the first time ever, he doesn’t care. Frustration doesn’t come with fifth, it’s rather warmth and grace. There isn’t taunting like there usually is with Michael, instead, he gets you stating “keeping a place like fifth is so difficult, I’m impressed. First is easy once you get there.”

As soon as the cup finishes and the final scores are displayed, you earning a three-star ranking, a sticker, and a perfect first, Jeremy still keeps his average at fifth. He usually gets fifth or sixth. First or fourth, maybe, on a good day. But instead of saying something sweet or even a “good game”, your face pales, eyes stuck once again on the screen. Your elbows are practically digging into your body, hands gripping the controller so hard that he can practically see your knuckles turning blue. There was something so familiar about this behavior, the way your shoulders shot up in discomfort, the way your razor sharp focus was unforgiving and isolating, and the way you held everything you had.

“Wow,” Jeremy said, breaking the silence, and hopefully the tension that kept itself locked in your body, “you’re really good at Mario Kart.” You just nodded in response, nothing else moving but the slight movement.

Jeremy’s mind raced faster than it had in a long time. Did he do something wrong? What happened? In that short amount of time, his mind tried to recall every little thing he’d said, every movement, every detail that had been placed in front of him, no matter how small. Did he accidentally move closer to you? Did you catch him staring like a creep? He didn’t remember accidentally bumping into you or touching you without consent in any way, shape, or form, besides maybe brushing hands when you’d grabbed the controller from his hand. But that was before the Moo Moo Meadows conversation when you’d seemed to relax so much. And if he had accidentally brushed you or something, he’d immediately apologize for that. He couldn’t remember anything that had happened over the course of the four races. But then again, your perceptions were different than his. His mind might forget something but yours might keep it locked away forever. And leaving it silent was worse than just asking, apologizing, and getting it resolved, rather than keeping it in the open air, where it could really hurt you.

“I’m sorry if I uhh, made you uncomfortable or anything.” Your eyes met his and he swore they pierced his soul. “That wasn’t my intention, if I did.”

“What?” you asked, confusion now flooding into your face. After a breath, you started again: “Jeremy, you didn’t make me uncomfortable. I just uhh, I guess I like forgot something while we were playing. Just remembered it now. That’s all.”

“Oh.” Jeremy paused, unsure of what you were referencing. He was near positive it wasn’t a good memory. Something told him to speak up again, just to say something to fill the silence that surrounded the room. “Is there anything I can—”

“N-No, it’s fine. Do you want to race again, or maybe do something else? It’s up to you,” your eyes lost his and refocused on something else.

It was now that Jeremy realized that you didn’t move. You hadn’t moved. Usually, there was some shifting for comfort while playing a game and relaxing. But it had been several minutes, and there was no movement from you. It was like your body was a statue, rusted to the bean bag, unable to be moved. Something was very wrong. But if you didn’t want to discuss it right now, or frankly, ever, that was okay. And Jeremy accepted that.

He decided that maybe Mario Kart wasn’t the best idea, especially since he was so bad at it. And if him losing every race seem to only make the tension in the room swell, maybe it was good to just let the game go and choose something else; for both of your sakes. Of course, when it came to picking games that were fair for both of you, meaning probably no first-person shooters from middle school or anything, he decided to choose the great equalizer of all party games. Although it was a bad idea to pull it out, Jeremy thought that the best thing to do was switch over to a less popular part of one of the Nintendo franchises: Mario Party.

Of course, Friendship Ruiner 8000, as Michael liked to call it, included motion controls, which Jeremy was again, not good at. But he figured their janky-ness would even out the skill sets and make it more of a fair fight, even though Jeremy was sure he would be too caught up in you to actually play the game to his best ability. But trying was worth it. You were worth it.

“Do you want to maybe play Mario Party 8? It’s the only Mario Party I have, but I figure that the motion controls are so bad, it would be fun to just kinda laugh at,” Jeremy asked, his eyes flicking towards you. He was telling the truth about the motion controls. Yes, sometimes the controllers stop registering movement. It’s just frustrating for games like Skyward Sword but infinitely funny for games like Mario Party 8 or Wii Sports.

At last, your entire body shifted, like your soul was coming back into view, like everything had just been worked out, no strings attached. “Jeremy,” you started, a smile forming on your lips, “you trust me enough to be friends with me at the end of a Mario Party game?”

“Yeah.”

“Wow,” you stopped for a second before a full smile broke out on your face, even though discomfort still seemed to be at the forefront. A red crept into your face as you continued with your thought: “you must really think I’m a good person or something.”

“Well yeah,” Jeremy blushed in return before he rushed to change the game and console.

“Now it’s been a little bit since I’ve played Mario Party 8, so I’m warning you now, 2v2 games are going to be rough with me,” you said, hands pulling your sleeves down a little bit.

“That’s fine,” he reassured, “motion controls are weird anyway.”

You gave a chuckle as you continued sitting, getting more comfortable within the bean bag chair. “True.”

The game quickly started and both of you were met with less than ideal graphics—when did the Wii get such a pixelated screen?—and the odd mascot appeared before the two of you. His weird laugh came through the speakers, and more choices appeared on every screen. But suddenly, choices became easy. The type was of course 4 player, two being you, two being computers, 15 turns—to make it interesting, and any course except the city one that’s somehow a ripped off version of Monopoly. Finally, the character selection screen appeared, and Jeremy waited for you to pick your favorite original Mario character, just so he wouldn’t take something that would be claimed as rightfully yours, for the game, at least. Once you were done selecting, Jeremy picked his favorite franchise character, one that is overlooked by many people, specifically men. Jeremy Heere chose Princess Peach.

“Peach?” you asked, eyeing him.

Jeremy’s skin went aflame, he could feel the familiar tingling from his toes to his ears. His mind raced for justification, a quick answer, a solution, for why he chose Princess Peach. But you surprisingly beat him to it.

“She’s cool, Jeremy, I’m just surprised. Maybe I should’ve picked Mario or something.”

At the small comment and remark of romantic tension that was still lingering in the room, Jeremy turned every little bit redder and he swore that his heart skipped a beat. Was that you…flirting? With him? Jeremy had never seen that before, especially from you, and especially since you’d been strictly off-limits for so long. Maybe it was playful. It was a joke. It was something that he shouldn’t dwell on. You probably weren’t dwelling on it.

Somehow, the next few decisions happen, and Jeremy is able to form coherent enough sentences to vouch for the computers to be on Hard Mode, just to even the playing field between skill levels.

The game starts immediately, both computers pulling ahead and already placing traps on spaces that are supposed to be +3 coins. Both computers get an added 3 coins, for landing on the space, and both you and Jeremy make fun of the randomized way that both AI are playing the game.

The beginning of the game quickly switches to halfway through, and by now you’ve moved closer to Jeremy, bumping each other periodically, so far behind the computers it’s almost laughable. Each minigame is spent in a fit of laughter as both of you are clearly doing what the instructions are telling you to do, but the motion controls aren’t picking it up. It’s sweet, fun, and most importantly, relaxed. The now somewhat-cold-pizza is starting to be eaten, neither of you cares about how it tastes, but rather, what the moment means.

When the game finishes, Jeremy maintains a steady third, with you in second thanks to the bonus stars that are given out after the game is finished. Although both of you felt that you really didn’t do anything special, it was almost like the game took pity on you, and chose to give both of the actual players some bonus stars.

But between the two of you, the places don’t matter. It was fun to just play an interesting game with one another, despite the casual reputation it has among other groups. Each turn out of the 15 was exciting, fun, and laughable, considering how bad you two were doing. Instead of being put against each other, the two of you had an alliance; a method of teambuilding that couldn’t be fabricated by anyone. This was something special, and there was almost a bond formed that game, something that wouldn’t be easily forgotten or erased. And the room now had comfort practically written on the walls. Of course, it was a comfort with each other. The physical, more touchy, comfort wasn’t present in the room. There was still space between you two, and something still felt right about that. Maybe it was Jeremy’s mind consistently telling him to lay off on certain kinds of affection, especially since you two probably weren’t dating, and to keep his space.

The pizza was nearly gone, a final slice just sitting in the box, neither one wanting to touch it. The excitement of the game before had exited, and leaving in its place easy silence and exhaustion. It was late, and while Jeremy definitely wanted you to stay at his house for as long as you could, it was your choice to leave. He might be bummed out for a few seconds, but then would be honestly grateful for the time he got to spend with you, which was worth much more than feeling sorry for himself in his basement like usual. So he decided to leave an ambiguous question out of the equation of the night and instead decided on suggesting to watch a movie. It wouldn’t take much effort, and leaving halfway through would never be a crime, especially since Jeremy was not the person who wanted to take away that freedom. “Hey, do you maybe want to watch a movie? If you have to go, that’s fine too, but I thought I’d ask, like, just in case you didn’t or something.”

“Sure, Jeremy. That sounds nice after Toad totally kicking our asses.”

Jeremy let out a small chuckle before he flipped off the Wii and changed to the PS4. After cycling through the apps on the menu, he found Netflix and booted it up, the classic Netflix noise making its way into the basement. You sat back on the beanbag as the noise rang out, taking a more relaxed posture than you had the entire night. Although you seemed to be a little more at peace, Jeremy’s mind kept crawling back to the same thought: what even was tonight? The Mario and Peach comment made it seem like a date, but you two had never dated or established dating before, and the beginning of the night seemed only friendly. But now it felt so…date like. And of course, it wouldn’t be any date, no, this was the first date. First dates were uncomfortable, awkward, and kind of hard to swallow. They made even the most confident people cringe. They almost take the appearance of an interview for the rest of the relationship. And Jeremy didn’t want that. He’d rather keep the feeling in the room going and choosing something that wouldn’t make either of you uncomfortable. So he had to narrow his search: nothing with a sex scene or domestic violence of any kind. It would be too hard on you, he assumed, and it would crush him to make you upset on your possibly first date.

“First date?” you inquired, eyes scanning him.

Jeremy jumps up and nearly throws the controller, not realizing that his thoughts had been muttered aloud to the person sitting next to him. “Y-Yeah, because I thought well, the Mario and Peach comment, and I—”

“Jeremy,” you chuckle, smile breaking through and remaining. You finally make eye contact with him and Jeremy can feel the fear creeping up into his features. Wrong move, dumbass. “This isn’t our first date—” shit shit SHIT “—It’s like our fourth.”

For a second the world stops turning and Jeremy can feel his brain reeling back. How the heck was this a fourth date? Those other times he’d spent with you weren’t dates, were they? What counted, what didn’t count, what was in between? How did he miss something as big as this??? He didn’t really want to imply romance, even back in the moments, but this still felt like—

“Our first date I think I count as the time I came over here, even though that was a pretty bad circumstance. Our second was making breakfast, which again, bad circumstance, but still kind of a date. Our third was like four days ago, which, dancing together seems pretty romantically inclined, you know?”

Jeremy can only nod. He does know. He just didn’t think you had wanted—and still wanted—to date him. He’s been overthinking every interaction for over a year, each moment, each sleight of hand, everything that had happened before this very second. But for some reason, you explaining it like this, everything felt like it locked into place. The pieces are there, he just needed reassurance to fit them together.

“Therefore, fourth date,” you gesture around you, and Jeremy suddenly realizes that this was a date. The games, the lighting, the way you made jokes, the discomfort that had now morphed into comfortable bliss, it all felt like a date to him, and he had just wanted to respect your space.

“If that’s okay with you, of course,” you mentioned, hands quickly playing with your sleeves again, eyes darting downwards as if you’d done something wrong and made a terrible mistake. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that, and I wasn’t going to if you weren’t thinking it but like you just said—”

“No, I agree with you. Completely. I’m just surprised I didn’t like…come up with it sooner.”

A small smile reappears on your face. “You’re valid, Jeremy.”

Instead of a movie, both of you settle on a light TV show, not really getting into the plot, but rather just relaxing in the dim light of the basement. With no one around, it feels like a lost peace that was recently found, like it was a treasure that couldn’t be seen by anyone else. The first episode ends quickly, another one just starting to play as the silence continues. There’s no awkwardness, no commitment, no extra things to be wary about and nothing that needed to be said. For that first episode or so, things felt like they were supposed to feel. Warm, simple, easy.

A thought occurred to Jeremy as the silence continued: he should be closer to you. This is a date, right? Did you want to hold hands or something? Did you want to be closer, and just didn’t know how to request things? Should he just go for it? No. A quick glance at you told him no. Your eyes were on the screen, captured by the show. Your eyes didn’t even match his for a second, meaning you were comfortable where you were and didn’t want, or frankly need, anything extra. Jeremy just being there was enough. His eyes refocused back onto the screen, getting into the show once more before your voice broke the silence between you two, and the quiet murmur of the show.

“Can I talk to you about something?” you ask, hands still fidgeting as you face him.

“Yeah, of course.”

“Because like, we’ve established this like relationship thing, I just…I wasn’t open in my last relationship, which was my fault and a major mistake.”

Jeremy held his breath but didn’t say anything. How could he? He didn’t know about what happened behind closed doors, wasn’t sure about the things that were said to you. In his mind, you didn’t get the chance to express your feelings or be open. You didn’t have the opportunity to have a good relationship, except maybe in the first little bit. But what did he know besides what you told him? How could even attempt to argue with you on something he legitimately knew nothing about? He wasn’t. At last, Jeremy nods, almost asking you to continue your thought.

“I, uhh, god where do I even start with this?” you breathe deeply before continuing, the breath shaky and uneven. “Jeremy, I can’t…do things yet. I can’t—I’m not—Fuck—I am so—” you took another breath—“I can’t be normal. I just…I can’t like…I have a really hard time with intimacy and romance and I just…I can’t even do simple things like hold your hand—not that you’re gross oh my god I’m so sorry that’s how it sounded—but like…my brain and body won’t let me do that for some reason. I don’t know what’s wrong, I’m so sorry, but I just…can’t be normal. I can’t fall asleep around you, I can’t hold your hand, I can’t be a good partner yet. I know you probably want to do that, and I just wanted to bring it up so you aren’t hurt or confused or something because I can’t do it. I just…I have baggage, Jeremy.”

Jeremy can hear tears starting to form, your voice thick. He knows what it means. He knows that you’re hurt, you’ve been hurt, and he knows that what your “not normal” is probably self-blame and trauma from what he could only catch glimpses of before. And while you’re here saying it’s your fault, Jeremy recognizes that it’s not yours, it could never be, but a particular someone’s, who should remain nameless.

“I know we’ve kissed before, but if we could just…hold off on that please for a little while, that would uhh, be great. And it’s a dumb thing to ask, and I’m sorry I have to ask it, and I know it’s a dumb me-thing, and—”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Jeremy turned towards you and paused the show as you take in a large breath and prepare for what he’s going to say. But he knows that this is something that’s hard to put into words, hard to handle. He knows this feeling, and he knows what should come after it. “It’s okay. We can wait. We can wait on everything for as long as it takes for you to feel comfortable. I understand that it’s hard, I mean, after the play junior year, I kind of had similar boundaries. But I dated someone who gave me patience. I’ve been forever grateful for that, so I want to do the same for you. You deserve that patience and to be comfortable in your own skin.”

“I—” you started, mouth open, eyes frantically blinking, “Thank you. I mean…wow, I really just…wasn’t expecting that at all.”

“You’re welcome.” Jeremy smiles and lets you have some time to take care of yourself, to calm down and really come back to reality a little bit. He offers his hand out if you want to grab it, but if not, he’s not hurt by it. He knows that sometimes you need physical space as well as emotional space, and wouldn’t be offended if you chose not to grab it.

“Can I ask you something weird?” the question drops into the room harder than a weight being dropped.

“Yeah, sure.”

“Can we like…can we just like function on consent for a little bit? Like we ask before just…touching, even if it’s something small, and can we uhh ask for consent for like kissing and stuff? It’s a weird and tiring request, I know, but…”

“Of course we can.”

“Thank you.”

Jeremy shakes his head before continuing the conversation. “You don’t need to thank me, they’re your boundaries and I want to respect them.”

A tear rolls down your cheek, and Jeremy’s eyes catch it, but doesn’t move to wipe it away. That would be cruel after what he’d just been told, and it feels like every night before is flooding back to him. Touching you before required consent. This was the same thing, the same circumstances, the same hurt. It was different, though. This was him having this conversation with you, this was the fear that he’d break them like they’d been thousands of times before. This was to prevent extra breakdowns that didn’t need to happen and to keep you safe, as much as he wanted to do that while you were in his arms. He’d rather not imprison you during the relationship. He’d rather let you roam free as the birds flying above.

“You have no idea what that means to me,” is finally whimpered out.

Neither of you touch one another, and Jeremy’s hand is discarded. You two finish another two episodes before you gather up your stuff and head up the stairs. Upon request, Jeremy doesn’t touch you. He doesn’t try. He doesn’t ask for consent, because something told him to let you have your space tonight: over text, spatially, over social media, and in any other capacity. You thank him for the night, with promises to text him the next morning, before leaving and heading out to the car that Jeremy’s dad knew too well. No kisses, no touching, but confusion about the Mario Kart incident before still unsolved. But that was another boundary he wanted you to have space on.

You had been wronged before, you’d been confused, cheated out of a life that was set for you that was supposed to be happy. Your ex-boyfriend had done wrong. Jeremy wanted to do it right.

[lesbian-stu-macher]

what am i doin’ hangin’ ‘round? [bmc, j.d. x reader fluff]

A/N: HEY YALL HERE’S MY BELATED BIRTHDAY GIFT TO MY FAV PERSON EVER AND LOCAL JAKE DILLINGER STAN @stargirl-murphy !!!!!!!!!! this is uhhhh my first jake fic ever and my first bmc fic and uhh wow first fic of 2019 wooooooooo lets get this show rollin (the title is based off a song by the monkees ok it’s a bop and also it fits so shhhhhhhh) Triggers: not a lot ???? this is pure fluff uhhhhhhh,, cursing but defs not as much as in my like connor fics obv, jake being jake,,, yeah he’s like shirtless for a good 30%(?) of this so enjoy that ig,,,, probably minor sex jokes but yeah this is like all the cheesy ass tropes (shoutout to the Official AU Queen @cleverbroadwayurl)

Word Count: 2,209 (jESUS CHRIST WHO IS  T H I S  B I T C H)

You mumbled a small thank you to the desk clerk, glancing over the minute details of the card for your room. B19, it said in bold letters. Smaller, lesser important details covered the card, along with the barcode and the name of the hotel in a gold, cursive font. The McDoon Hotel; Take yourself away.

You began to walk, per the directions of the concierge, your carry-on rolling behind you as you glossed over the numbers to look for your room. 15, 16, 17, 18… 19. It took a second of fumbling with the keycard to put it in the right way before it gave off the unlocked sound. You opened the door and walked in, only to be met with some complete strangers in your room. He was tall; there wasn't much else you could tell from the back. He wore a muted green jacket with some dark jeans- pretty basic stuff, but his stiff muscles filled the clothes well.

Your immediate reaction was a small scream, followed by a completely subtle “Jesus!” as you jerked back by impulse. He turned around slightly, only to give a similar, yet toned down remark of only, “whoa.”

Once you saw his face, your eyes somehow managed to widen a little more. That one scene in Inside Out? When all the emotions are freaking out over a girl? That was exactly what was going on as you saw his face. Yeah, he was in your room, but with that surprised look on his face, he looked… was the right word ‘hot’ or ‘cute’?

Did it matter? Why was he here?

“What the hell are you doing here?” It only took a second to notice that he was unpacking and the room was barely touched, which likely meant he sure as hell wasn't just leaving.

“Uh, unpacking?” He said as he slowly set his toothbrush on his folded clothes. “What the hell are you- doing here?”

“I was about to unpack. In my room. But then I walk in and I see 6 foot of you in here.” You didn't want to get on his bad side, but he was clearly in the wrong. “You need to leave.”

“You sure?” He asked, picking his keycard off the bed. “B19?” He took a couple steps, showing you the card, and even offering it for you to get a closer look. You showed him yours, revealing how they were, in fact, both for the room.

“How did they manage to double book a room?”

He merely shrugged, a hand sneaking to his brown hair and pushing it back- he had a very fuckboy-esque appearance, but slightly more fashionable, his muscles definitely indicated someone who went to the gym, leg day included. Once he faced you, you realized his shirt said “GENDER IS OVER! (IF YOU WANT IT)” in black letters over white, a la John Lennon. “Don't know. Couldn't you just get a different room?” He paused for a second, before figuring he should add to that. “I don't wanna sound rude, but uh, I'm here for my best friend's wedding and uh, everyone's already got a room and stuff, so I gotta be in the… block… thing...” he explained, almost sheepishly. Not what you'd expect to hear.

“Lohst-Murphy?” You asked as he gave a small nod, almost surprised, as if it seemed coincidental. “I'm here for the same one. Don't you have a friend or someone you could share with?”

“Well, my best friend is one of the brides, Rich is with Michael, a maid of honor is with her girlfriend, Jeremy's with his date, Jenna is with her boyfriend, and Chloe is with her boyfriend,” He explained it like a list, exhaling at the end.

“I mean, I would, but my cousin is the other bride and Connor, Evan, Jared, and Alana, also have girlfriends they are spending the night with.”

“Huh,” he remarked. “Looks like we've both been third wheeled.”

“More like thirteenth wheeled.” You said with a small laugh.

An awkward bit of silence passed before the other extended his hand. “I'm Jake by the way,” he said with a small clearing of his throat. “Dillinger.”

You accepted his hand, before giving your name in addition.

“So,” he mumbled, glancing at the carpet.

“So,” you responded, looking up at him. Holy shit, he was hot. Or cute. Same difference.

“Roomies?”

“Roomies.” You smiled, wheeling your bag into the room.

“Here, lemme help you with-”

“Thanks, but it's just one bag. I got it.” It wasn't that you didn't like Jake; he seemed nice. But seeming nice and being nice were two different things. As of now, he was still a stranger. Maybe an acquaintance if you squinted. But it's not like you were completely sure that he wouldn't murder you or something.

You slowly moved to the other side of the bed, where you began to unpack what you needed to for the night.

But of course, the silence was killing the both of you.

“So,” you said, glancing at Jake from across the queen size bed. “How long have you known Brooke?”

“Uh, middle school maybe?” He said, unfolding another graphic tee- grey with the words “Athletes Against Alzheimer's” on it in navy. God, you hoped he wasn't some creep, because he seemed almost too good to be true. “But it wasn't until this whole thing happened and she realized her best friend, almost my ex at the time, was just not good for her, then we kind of just… befriended each other. She's like, the sweetest girl with the biggest heart. I mean, we're both pan and all, but we know we'd never date each other or anything. And she met your cousin, who I'm guessing is good enough for her.” He finished his small spill as he slipped his jacket off, merely tossing it in his duffel bag on top of the neatly organized things still inside.

“Oh, definitely. Zoe's great. She's so independent, I was surprised she'd ever get married. She's a strong person, but still so sweet and-“ You paused, noticing him casually pulling his shirt off revealing a bare, yet well defined chest. “What the hell are you doing?” You nearly screeched, looking away and shielding your eyes as if by impulse.

“Uh, changing? What, do you think, I'm gonna sleep in jeans and a tank top?”

“I didn't think you'd start changing out of nowhere!” Really, there was nothing that you needed to look away for. It wasn't like you hadn't seen men's underwear ads before. But to see it in front of you was still… something new.

“I could change in the bathro-”

“Yes! Do that! Please!” You insisted, still keeping your eyes averted. Your temptation to say ‘take your six pack with you’ was strong, but you managed to hold it in as he grabbed… whatever he needed.

Once you heard the door shut, you finished laying out the things you needed. Your change of pajamas, toothbrush, all that jazz. As you set out each thing, you realized something that lingered in the back of your head that only just now came to light.

There was only one bed.

You would be sharing a bed with a stranger.

Suddenly, Jake stuck his head out of the bathroom. “Do you need anything right now? I'm gonna take a shower if you don't mind,”

“Go ahead. I'll probably brush my teeth later though.”

“Great.”

The second you heard the shower turn on, you immediately went to change your clothes, getting ready for bed, despite knowing very well that you'd spend a long time before you actually slept. The fact that you still had to share a bed… would be awkward. Jake seemed so comfortable, it was pretty obvious he was some level of high school fuckboy. But at least he was a little more… sympathetic. Checking on things. Asking if you needed the bathroom before him.

Jesus, why couldn't you get over such a... sexy stranger?

You needed to get your mind off it. And brush your teeth.

You grabbed your toothbrush and toothpaste and slipped into the bathroom; surely he wouldn't be done already. But by the time you were spitting out toothpaste, Jake had slipped his head out from behind the curtain. “What are you-” before he could finish his thought, he must've leaned too much as he peaked out of the curtain, slipping, and yanking the white curtain down with his tall body as a curse slipped out of his mouth.

You jumped back, watching him frantically cover up the hips and below, his face looking up at you with and startled look, his dark hair all wet and matted. Jesus, how was he still hot?

In full rom-com fashion, he stood up, keeping the shower curtain covering his waist as he awkwardly reached for his towel. He finally managed to wrap the white cotton around himself, dropping the curtain and finally saying something. “What the hell were you doing?”

“Brushing my teeth? I didn’t think you’d be done so quick!”

“Well,” he sighed, trying to fix the shower curtain with careful attention to his towel. “Guess it won’t be so weird when we sleep together now I guess, right?”

“I-”

“Yeah, I phrased that weird.” He said with an awkward chuckle. “Unless you want me to sleep on the floor or something! I can do that, I-”

“No, no, it’s fine!” You insisted, trying to keep things from getting any more awkward. “I mean, you deserve the bed as much as I do- it’s a queen, right? There’ll be some… space.” Hopefully you both were able to respect each other’s boundaries, but that apparently was not a thing between you guys. “Anyways. I guess I’ll leave you be, I’ll be on the side of the bed with all my stuff I guess. What time are you getting up?”

He shrugged. “Whatever works is fine with me.”

“Seven-ish then?”

“Seven-ish.” he repeated with a small smile.

Jake walked out of the bathroom a couple minutes later, seeing you hang up your dress for tomorrow so it would be ready. He gave a small smile as he looked at the color. “Purple. Nice.”

You were almost startled as you turned around and saw him there, simply in boxers and his aforementioned t-shirt, his hair fixed to some extent from its former messy state, but it looked cute either way. “It’s actually orchid, you uncultured swine,” you scoffed gently as you moved closer to the bed, still unsure of what exactly was about to happen.

“Well, whatever it is, I’m sure you’ll look great in it tomorrow.” Was he flirting?

“Thanks,” you smiled. “I’m sure you will too- unless your wardrobe for tomorrow is another tank top, jeans, and jacket ensemble.”

“Nah, I wouldn’t ruin Brooke’s special day like that. I’m actually a, uh, pretty good dresser.”

“We’ll see in the morning.”

The conversation was nice and fun, it was like you guys were actual friends. But there was still five feet that stood between you two, and you weren’t exactly sure what would be next. Jake glanced down at the bed as you did, looking at the thick, crimson sheets before back up at you. “Well, uh, ladies first.” he said, his arm extending in a welcoming manner over the bed.

Slowly, you slipped into the bed, trying to focus more on the comfort than the awkward. Jake, however, didn't get in bed, but got on the floor instead, doing, of course, push-ups. “I'll be there in a sec,“ he mumbled as he began counting to himself semi-audibly.

All you could do was laugh slightly as you saw some of what he was doing. Was he trying to be hot right now? You two at least managed to hold a conversation while this happened, learning a couple new things about each other.

You learned Jake had two sisters, both younger. You learned about the really weird junior year he went through, featuring his two broken legs. The two of you exchanged a lot of stories- you guys even had more interests than you’d expect. By the time you two fell asleep, it didn’t even seem awkward that you two slept in the same bed.

Stripes of sun shot through the crevices of the blinds and curtains over the windows, giving the basic effect of the morning inside the hotel room. You woke up to the sound of your alarm, noticing the two of you had apparently moved around a lot in your sleep. So much so that you wound up asleep on Jake’s chest, an arm loosely slung around you. You almost panicked by impulse- but you managed to study his features a little. Half his face was buried in the amber hue of the pillow, his hair disheveled once again and pointing every which way. His torso gently rose and fell with each breath as he continued to sleep, despite the sun indicating it was time to get up.

You smiled slightly, pressing snooze on the alarm as you tucked your head under his chin, inching slightly closer to him as you closed your eyes again. Surely no one would mind you guys getting sleep for another five minutes… ish.

[cryptidali]

Self Insert art to lift my mood ahha,,, sorry if you don’t like Self-Inserts but I’m posting this anyway ://// 

@rossimoo

[dr-viles-laboratory]

Okay so I have a lot of thoughts so fuck it. I have a BMC s/I and I selfship with Michael and I think there's still a lot of room to develop them. I'm gonna put some of my rambles on them and their ref sheet in this post (idk how to do the read more thing, I'm on mobile rn please let me know,) and you guys can!! Send me asks I guess!! It'd seriously be a huge help if you did

Anyways, here we go

Basically, Squip 2.0 (also known as Squint) is, ofc, squip's successor. I have a headcannon that Squips automatically align themselves to their hosts's gender identity and sex, which is why squint and michael are both trans. Squint was built to appear and, in the first few months, be, a lot more friendly and emotionally aware. Squip's sorta "world domination" plan thing was really what he was built for from the get-go, but the company creating him realized they went too fast after the Jeremy incident. Squint's real purpose is the same as their "older brother"'s, but after realizing what had happened they didn't want to go through with it. Unfortunately they inherited a lot of Squip's code, meaning sometimes they'll have to shut themselves off in order to keep everyone safe. They'll also occasionally "break" and let something slip, often causing them to glitch and stutter and shut themselves off in a panic. They don't like talking about it when michael reboots them. It's... uncomfortable, to say the least. They're constantly terrified they're going to slip and let him out.

Since Squint is essentially an updated version of squip, and the company who created both kept very close records of the jeremy incident, Squint no longer turns off when their user is intoxicated, meaning Michael still smokes weed all the fucking time lmao. Instead, they can either shut off on their own accord or shut off after a voice command, usually something along the lines of "power off." They can override this, however, but Squint usually doesn't. Since Squint is an AI, however advanced, they sometimes run into situations they don't have previous data for and either bluescreen, look to Michael or Squip for guidance, or just glitch and stumble, sometimes all three. They look more human than squip, being a similar skin tone as Michael, but still have a very techno-esk appearance along with a color palette of mostly yellows and blues.

Michael wasn't the intended first host for Squip 2.0 - while at a party (mostly for the weed) a girl asked him to hold her drink. Not knowing someone had already slipped something into it, Michael took a sip like the dork he is and, when he got home to recharge with some Gamer Fuel™, Squint activated. Michael obviously wasn't happy and immediately went to his stash of mountain dew red, but realized quickly that loophole had been patched and just chugging his already low supply of MDR wasn't going to help.

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1, 15, 19, fanfic authors asks

1. What is your favorite trope to write?

Angst and fluff, the very basics. Pining, especially mutual pining is fun too.

15. Fandom you wrote the most fanfiction for?

BMC by far. I've written for very few fandoms

You would not be able to find my pjo fics, yet to scrub the Hamilton fics from existence, the I'd one Achilles and Patroclus reincarnation fic on my ao3, and literally everything else is bmc

19. Have you ever created an OC for a fic?

My very first fanfics (the pjo ones) were very much self inserts, so yeah

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The dream I had yesterday Michael having a bunch of retrogame in Akihabara:

Me: WAIT WHAT OK

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bvfjadbjvgkdbvgas have some sketches, im sorry qwq

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Wow I should have posted this forever ago but I keep forgetting!!! I comisisoned the lovely @milkcandy To draw me and Michael Mell playing on Switch together, and I just love it so much ;w;

We are absolutely Playing Animal Crossing New Horizens. Idk what he’s showing me because I’m too lost in how cute he is. 

Thank you Adrienne, I love this so much ;w;