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Someday.
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(To the tune of Fight For Me)
Someday.
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Marry me!
Jeremy Heere HCs
Dating hcs,, because,, god i love him SO MUCH.
gn! Reader
Romance
Day 6-Angel (Squip)
He is a soft Squip...I love him.
Word Count: 1007
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
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upgrade. michael mell x gn!reader
A new kid. A new school. An old friend. Y/N has just returned to their home town, unfortunately, their best friend isn't the same and so they becomes besties with the local losers.
level one | rich
(not edited yet)
A pinkie promise and a vocal promise that you'll be best friends forever as your parents tell you to get in the car. You think about all the letters you'll send and how many times you'll have to ask for your parent's phones so you can talk to Rich on the phone. Your eleven year old self vowed that you keep in touch with him.
And you did, although after a while you two started to only rely on texts to communicate. Today was really important though. Your return had been greatly anticipated for years mainly by the two of you. After your father's company crashed and burned- quite literally- you had to move back. So, here you were. In New Jersey of all places in the world.
The thought of seeing Rich after so many years felt so exhilarating. As if you were going to see your childhood best friend- wait- okay maybe it was as if you were finally going to be able to make up for the lost time.
After freshman year, he became incredibly busy calling became extinct. Your best friend was now more of a random person you occasionally chatted with but now that you were back, you were determined to set your relationship right.
At least, that's what you thought was going to happen. Once you had gotten your schedule from the front office and wandered the halls of Middleborough High School, you found yourself interested in the groups obviously displayed in front of you. Ahead of you was a really tall guy who looked as if he was going to piss his pants or something when someone slammed into him.
"Watch it, tall ass."
Well that was rude. And it's when the tall guy mumbled about how he wasn't that tall that you finally got a glimpse at the asshole who bumped into the poor guy. It took a moment, but you finally recognized him as Rich Goranski.
Although you were deeply conflicted about what you just witnessed, your first thought was the interesting fact that his lisp was seemingly non-existent. However, all your thoughts were quickly washed away as you made your way to Rich.
When he noticed your existence he broke into a wide grin and immediately went to go hug you. "Y/N! I can't believe you're actually here!", he exclaims once he released you from his tight hug.
Letting out a chuckle, you nudge his shoulder, "I told you I would make sure to come back." That's when you took notice of his friend who was seemingly very confused of the random outburst.
"So, who's your friend?" he asks. Smirking, Rich turns around, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.
"This, Jakey D, is my awesome childhood best friend. Aren't they cute? I won't let anyone lay a hand on them." The guy nods and pats Rich's shoulder as if to say he understood.
The adrenaline from finally seeing Rich again died down and your conflicting emotions about what you saw earlier arose. You figured you'd mention it to him later when you'd be able to actually catch up officially instead of in a hallway full of teenagers.
Just when you were about to mention the idea of hanging out together your attention was drawn back to the tall boy who was signing his name on a poster that was most likely for a play.
"GAY!" was followed by a loud smack upside Rich's head caused by your hand. He turned around, his a bit sad before he furrowed his eyebrows in slight annoyance. "What was that for?"
You let out a sigh, "Come on, Rich. It's not that hard to be a decent human being. What did that guy ever do to you?" His eyes widened but he quickly composed himself and turned away, avoiding your question all together.
Despite his enthusiastic greeting and his arm still resting on your shoulder, he feels farther than ever before. With hesitation, you gently pull his arm off and stare into his eyes when he turns to look at you.
"I don't know what's happened to you in these last few years but I don't really like how you're acting especially towards the poster guy. I think we should talk later about what exactly is going on. Alone. Until then I don't want to talk to you"
With that you made your dramatic exit until you bumped into a guy and fell. Well, that kind of ruined your exit. You push yourself up with the help of some random guy.
"Are you alright? Oh shit- are you about to cry?" You look up to find the owner of voice. His red hoodie was the first thing to stand out when you finally stood up. Covered in various patches and a pair of headphones resting on his neck. He was kind of cute, you'd give him that as he looked at you with slight worry for the new kid.
"Oh no, I'm fine. I just had something in my eye is all." you stated when you heard a concerned voice growing near, "Y/N! Are you okay?"
Not wanting to confront the idea that you might have gotten emotional when you were walking away, you quickly apologize once again to the stranger and try to navigate the halls away from your best friend.
• • •
For most of the day, you found yourself trying to avoid Rich as he stared holes into you with his puppy dog eyes. Luckily, the class you were in now didn't have Rich anywhere in sight.
With your now somewhat relaxed state, you examined the classroom. The red hoodie guy was sitting next to poster boy which to you felt like an interesting pair. They seemed to enjoy each other's company quite a lot though. Next to you was seated a very attractive girl.
She had a very calm and focused demeanor as her strawberry blonde hair was pulled into a tight bun. You must have been staring too long because her eyes shifted toward you while her head remained facing forward.
You heard a chorus of laughter in front of you, a group of boys were huddled in front of a guy's seat. He seemed to be the center of attention, having many girls staring at him and what seemed like the friendship of every boy in class.
You had to pinch your cheek just to make sure you weren't asleep or better yet, in a story.
With that, your first day ended and when you walked into your house you realized that it was the first time you've heard complete silence all day.
You questioned if tomorrow would be a better day.
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Michael Mell x reader
Pairing: Michael x you
Fandom: Be More Chill
AN: the readers gender isn’t specific. This is a fluff fic with very little angst. Main parts of the angst are just a squiped Jeremy being an ass.
“I just want to be popular. I just want to be able to chill and not think about killing myself everyday. You guys aren’t good enough for the new me.”
Jeremy’s expression turns dark as he yanks his arm out of Michael’s grasp. “Of course you don’t understand. I wouldn’t expect losers like you to understand what being popular feels like.” He turns towards the door and you have to stop yourself from screaming at him.
You cringe and close your eyes as the words ring through your ears again. Those same stupid words had been bouncing around in your head for hours now. Your boyfriend, Michael Mell, was sleeping next to you, curled comfortably into your side with soft snores escaping his partially opened lips as his eyelids fluttered with each breath. His eyes are puffy and adorn slightly darkened bags and his face holds a slightly red tint, giving away the fact that he’d spent an hour or so crying.
While your head should have been completely emptied of the party that had taken place about three hours ago, you were very preoccupied with the thoughts of your ex-best friend’s words and the sound of your boyfriends echoing sobs. You sighed gently again, and shut your tired eyes tightly, willing yourself to drift into oblivion. You wrap your arms even tighter around your boyfriend, as if you could stop the emotional pain that plagued him.
You unfortunately knew you couldn’t. God, you could kill Jeremy for this. Michael was a sweetheart, he didn’t deserve this. You had thought something similar when you held him close to your chest and tried to calm down his rising panic as he babbled incoherently about how he never should have went to that stupid party. How he should have offed himself instead. How he never should have been born. God have mercy on Jeremy Heere, as the next time you see him you’ll probably kill him.
Michael shifted slightly in your grip but you barely notice as you stew in your thoughts. Chestnut eyes open sleepily and stare at your frowning face. You look silly like that, glaring behind closed eyelids and huffing out an angry sigh every once and awhile, but Michael grins at you anyway. He inches closer to you and pokes your side. He lightly kisses your cheek when you don’t respond, which causes you to startle and suck in a sharp breath. You relax when you meet his eyes and grin exhaustedly.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up baby.” You whisper, running a hand through his hair.
“Well if you’d quit all that obnoxious huffing and puffing,” he whispered back, feigning annoyance. Then after a pause he grins at you again. “You’re lucky I love you so much.”
“More than Marley?”
He pretends to think for a second then hums, shrugging halfheartedly. “I don’t know. Marley is pretty important to me.”
You push him lightly with a large grin and a giggle. You lean forward slightly when he comes closer to you, giving him a small kiss on the tip of his nose. “How do you feel? You need anything?”
He frowns and you can see the nights events come back to his mind as his eyes begin to water. You pull him closer to your body and bring the blankets up to your shoulders as he shakily tells you he doesn’t need anything. When the sniffling starts you feel your heart break all over again. You run your fingers through his hair and hum a random tune, leaning over to kiss his face repeatedly. After an hour Michael had cried himself to sleep for the second time that night. Finally, you began to drift off as well, not realizing how tired you really were. You fell into a fitful sleep.
When you awoke again the sun was just beginning to rise. A snore sounded off from beside you and you blew out a breath when you recognize it to be the sound that woke you. You shook your head to ward off the remains of sleep and your gaze drifts to Michael. He was sleeping again, his breathing staggering and letting out the loud snores again. He looked so relaxed and soft in the early morning light. You chuckle quietly when you relize he has a fistful of your shirt twisted around his hand, as if he was afraid you would leave him.
You kissed his forehead, smiling when he sighs happily and tugs you closer to him. You mutter affectionate phrases and loving words under your breath and continue leaving small kisses on his face. He scrunches his nose and shifts to bury his face into the crook of your neck. You dig your fingers into his ribs and you hear him snort as he moves to get away from you. You follow after him with a wolfish grin and soon you have him pinned under you as he laughs and squeals.
You release him when tears begin to drip down his cheeks and wipe them away with your fingers. You can feel his heart beat wildly as he shoots up to kiss you, cupping your face with his left hand and wrapping his right around your waist.
“I love you, so much, you know that?”
He smiles softly at you and taps you on the nose. “I know.”
“Maybe one day he’ll quit acting like an asshole,” you say, peppering his face with kisses again, “Until then it’ll just be us losers against the world. And how bad can that be really when I got all I need right here in my arms?”
Michael chuckles lightly at this. He pulls slightly away from you, before moving back and pulling you into another kiss. His lips are soft and his heartbeat and adoration filled eyes are so peaceful in the morning lights. You don’t know what will happen, but for now? It all seems like everything will be okay. And you’ve got Michael. And he’s got you. So what’s the worst that could happen?