#rich goranski x reader x jake dillinger

[random-writer-23]

Happy Haunts (Rich Goranski x reader)

Warnings: just Rich being a kinky boy so.. be prepared for that... a lot of cursing... probably cringe but whatever it's fine just high schoolers being high schoolers. I'd prefer if minors didn't interact with this post however since there is no explicitly sexual content it should be fine

Requested: no I just wanted Horny boy Rich content so yeah

Sentence starter that inspired this: "oh please you love hearing me scream" "only when you're screaming my name"

Word count: 4102

I had been head over heels in love with my best friend for 3 years now. Rich Goranski. Rich and I grew up together since we've lived next door to each other for practically our entire lives. Our families became so close the two of us practically lived at each other's houses. In fact, I had spare clothes kept in Rich's closet. Daily movie nights were a frequent occurrence and a tradition we carried on to this day. We were always joined at the hip in elementary school, one of us almost never being seen without the other. But as we grew up, I became friends with the popular kids in middle school and Rich didn't. We were still best friends, of course, I just branched out and became friends with basically everyone and Rich didn't. He told me he didn't like branching out because he didn't want people to make fun of his lisp. Personally, I had always loved his lisp and thought it was adorable, but he hated it. I tried to get him to come sit with me when we got to freshman year but he pushed me away. I was a little hurt but couldn't dwell on it when Chloe and Brooke were constantly bugging me to hang out with them. So that's where I went for lunch, and with their help boys were soon practically crawling over each other trying to ask me out. I of course had no interest in any of them because my eyes were solely fixed on my lifelong best friend. But I pretended to flirt with every guy because it was nice feeling like I was wanted, and yet unattainable. It always made Chloe and Brooke so mad whenever I rejected a guy because they never knew who I actually liked since I flirted with everyone. At this point, Rich and I still hung out every day at home but he never wanted to talk to me at school. Something I never understood since he always wanted to be popular, and I essentially was popular. Our Sophomore year, however, Rich changed, over the course of the summer he became popular, I was happy for him of course but I was confused. He came over every day during summer as usual and one day his lisp just disappeared. I didn't mention it though in case it upset him in some way. It was that same day when I first noticed him hanging out with Jake Dillinger (who tried to ask me out 3 times). I had gone to the mall with Brooke and Chloe. Brooke had spotted Jake from a mile away and quickly pointed him out to Chloe (who had the biggest crush on him).  I looked as Chloe asked me who Jake was hanging out with since I knew everyone. I turned my attention to where Brooke had pointed and saw Rich walking with Jake joking and Laughing like they'd known each other their entire lives.

"Rich, Gorinski" I replied to Chloe's question, "he's my neighbor, and my best friend" I replied with a slight smile. Brooke turned to me incredulously

"I thought we were your best friends" She said putting her hand on her jutted hip.

"I can have more than two Best friends Brooke'' I replied and she laughed, Chloe shushed us and pushed me forward motioning for me to walk towards Jake and Rich. I walked up to the boys waving.

"Hey boys!" I said switching on the instinctual charm and throwing them both a flirtatious smile. I watch Rich pause for a second before smiling and flirting back.

"Looking good today (y/n)" He threw back with a wink, I smiled.

"Thanks Rich" I giggled, Brooke stood by awkwardly as Chloe so obviously flirted with Jake and he even more obviously flirted back. I looked at Brooke giving her a side eye before commenting. "Hey Jake why don't you just fuck her already" I laughed innocently.

"Yeah you're already doing it with your eyes" Brooke added, to which the whole group laughed and Jake replied.

"I'd like to take her on a date first" He winked grabbing Chloe's hand. Chloe giggled, and I jumped in again.

"She's free anytime, I just cleared her schedule" I gave Chloe a Smile, and she threw me a thank you over her shoulder. I nodded and pulled Brooke away with Rich following behind us.

"I'll bet you 20 they do it the minute their first date ends." Brooke giggled.

"And I'll bet you 20 she goes home with him today" I replied with a grin.

"Oh you're on (l/n)" Brooke shook my hand with a determined expression on her face.

"No backing out" I insisted, still shaking her hand.

"Wasn't planning on it" She giggled as my phone dinged signaling I got a text. I held my hand out to Brooke showing her the text.

MyMainHoe😘😘: you and Brooke go on ahead I'm gonna go home with Jake 😉 Me: Yesss get it queen!!! 😍😍😍 USE PROTECTION HOE!!!!!! 🤪🤪

"DAMNIT" Brooke yelled as she begrudgingly handed me a 20, and I laughed.

"Well my mom's gonna pick me up soon then" She said with a sigh.

"Awe two bad I was gonna treat you to lunch" I added holding up my brand new 20.

"Oh whatever" Brooke replied.

"You can treat me for lunch," Rich added with a sly smile.

"I'll take you out for some (f/restaurant) after Brooke leaves, K?" I gave him a smile and he nodded. For the next hour Brooke, Rich and I wandered around the mall laughing at all the jokes Rich told us. A second thing I noticed was new with Rich, he never used to be this funny. I mean sure he was funny to me but no one else ever really got his humor. After like another hour of the three of us walking through the mall, Brooke's mom picked her up.

"So (y/n)" he said wrapping an arm around my shoulder because somehow he was taller than me (if you're taller than him just pretend you're shorter) He pulled me into his side and I giggled.

"Yes gorinski? You ready to go to (f/restaurant)?" I replied looking up at him.

"Well that's not exactly what I had in mind for lunch" He mumbled into my ear with a sly grin. I looked at him and smacked his arm.

"Richard Gorinski! You kinky bastard" I whisper yelled at him to which he just pulled me closer and laughed.

"You want a ride home?" He asked looking down at me with a wide smile.

"That would be wonderful, Rich," I replied as he led me out to the mall parking lot.

-Time skip A month or so-

As time went on, Rich came to join our group, and very quickly got bolder in the way he outwardly flirted with me. He used to get so flustered whenever I tried flirting with him it made this new bold Rich kinda refreshing. But the bolder he got with his flirting the more flustered I ended up. And also with this new bold Rich came a new bully Rich that I didn't like as much. Whenever I saw Rich bullying someone, it was usually Jeremy Heere, who was actually very nice so I tried to stick up for him as much as possible. Rich also became very touchy and flirty during our movie nights, something deep down I didn't mind as much. It was one of our friday movie nights, my parents were both at work as usual and Rich and I were watching my favorite movie (f/m). I had changed out of the uncomfortable stylish clothes I had worn to school and changed into one of Rich's old shirts I had stolen a year ago, and some short pajama shorts, (and a bra obvi). I was... comfy which was the only thing that mattered. I smiled and was laying down on the one end of the couch with my blanket tucked under my arms and one of my legs thrown over it while Rich got the popcorn ready in my kitchen. I heard him mumbling to himself in the kitchen, I listened to his mumblings for another minute or so before I untangled myself from my blanket and walked into the kitchen.

"Rich you good?" I asked peeking around the corner into my kitchen.

"Oh uh yeah yeah I'm fine" He mumbled nervously twitching quickly then stopping.

"You sure" I asked, walking fully into the kitchen.

"Yeah" He said, looking at me and smiling confidently.

"Really?" I hopped up onto the kitchen counter "because the popcorn is burning" I pointed to the microwave and Rich's eyes widened.

He laughed "sorry I'll make some more" he replied rubbing the back of his neck. I covered my giggle with my hand. "Don't cover your laugh" he crossed the kitchen as he said this to lower my hand "it's cute" He winked, and turned around to make the popcorn. I waited till the popcorn was popped and then Rich handed me the bag. I shivered and he looked concerned. "You cold?" he asked, to which I nodded.

"Yeah but pass me a bowl" He got me a bowl from the cupboard, and I hopped off the counter turning to fill it with the popcorn when I felt Rich snake his hands around my waist. I stiffened up as they rested on my waist under his old shirt. "Rich..." I said hesitantly, slowly relaxing in his hold.

"Hmm?" He smiled, humming in response and resting head on my shoulder.

"Your hands are cold" I mumbled feeling the tips of my ears heating up.

"That's why I'm using you as a human heater," He laughed, fully wrapping his arms around my waist and lifting me up in the air. He carried me to the living room and flopped onto the couch still holding me. He nuzzled his head in the crook of my neck and mumbled "you look really pretty in my shirt" while tightening his hold around me. 

"Rich, the popcorn" I whined turning around in his arms to face the tv trying to get up. He sighed and let me go.

"Alright go get it" He replied tiredly sitting up to grab the tv remote while I grabbed the popcorn. I scurried to the kitchen to grab the popcorn taking a few deep breaths before going back to the living room. I put the popcorn on the coffee table. I pulled my blanket out from under Rich's body and sat on the other side of the couch. He sat up flabbergasted.

"Why are you sitting so far away" He whined.

"What do ya  mean? This is where I always sit" I looked at Rich confused.

"Yeah but it's too far" He whined again making grabby motions towards me with his hands.

"Oh fine you big baby" I laughed crawling towards him settling down in between his legs with my back against his chest, with my blanket covering both of. He smiled.

"Much better" He rested his hand under my shirt on my stomach, and the other on my thigh gently squeezing it. I smiled and relaxed against him.

--The next morning--

I don't even remember when I fell asleep but I woke up to mine and Rich's mom standing over me taking pictures of me and smiling.

"Good morning sunshine" My mom giggled.

"DID YOU SLEEP WELL" My dad said from the corner of the room angrily while my mom turned to glare at him.

"Wha?" I answered groggily, utterly confused as to why they were standing over me. I tried to get up but couldn't as I felt someone's arm tighten around my waist. I turned my head around to see who was holding me and saw Rich with his eyes scrunched up tight behind me. I smiled softly at him before turning back to our moms. Rich's mom smiled at me and touched my cheek gently rubbing it with her thumb. Before her and my mom wandered to the kitchen where my mom pulled my dad along behind them. I twisted around and straddled Rich's lap.

"Wakey wakey" I poked his face with a giggle.

"Stop" he mumbled groggily, god damn his morning voice was hot.

"C'mon my mom is making breakfast" I mumbled climbing off the couch with my face pink. Rich got up slowly and followed me to the kitchen. My mom put two plates of pancakes on the table before her and Rich's mom went to clean up our mess in the living room. My dad stayed in the kitchen with his arms crossed glaring at Rich. Rich just looked at my dad warily while he ate his pancakes while I gave my dad a pointed and threatening look.

--Time skip another month--

From that movie night on, Rich only got more touchy and flirty until the day our group went to a haunted house. Now at this point Chloe and Jake were dating, thanks to Brooke and I. But unfortunately for me Rich and I were not. I was being stubborn and waiting for him to stop flirting and gain the balls to ask me out, not even knowing if he ever planned on doing that. Brooke, Chloe and I had dressed up in one of those cute cliche group costumes except we were the Sanderson sisters from Hocus pocus... But 'sexy' as Chloe had put it. I was Sarah, and we wore the girls' dresses but we had bought altered versions that were shorter and more revealing. We looked pretty hot not gonna lie. Brooke and I carpooled to the haunted house. I don't know why I had agreed to go to the haunted house since I am a very skittish person and get scared very easily. But that's a problem for future me. Brooke and I arrived at the haunted house and Chloe and Jake were already making out. Rich stood off to the side looking down at his phone. I texted him I was here and his head shot up eyes zoning in on the car immediately. A wide smile stretched across his face and Brooke elbowed me suggestively. I laughed and got out of Brooke's mom's car. He ran up to me but stopped for a minute to admire my costume.

"Looking good" He complimented with a smile, "not leaving much to the imagination are you though" He continued with a laugh. I smacked his arm and started adjusting the corset I had worn as part of Sarah's costume trying to make my boobs look less defined. Rich swatted my hands away from my corset in protest to my adjustments. "No leave it the way it is its hot" He said his eyes lowering from my face ever so slightly.

"Oh shut up, and keep your eyes up here" I replied motioning to my face with a light laugh. Brooke hooked her arm through mine and we walked over to Chloe and Jake.

"Hey you two" Brooke said slyly and they looked at the rest of us sheepishly. Chloe smiled at our costumes.

"Ahh we look so hot!!" She laughed, moving away from Jake to stand next to us. Jake looked at us confused.

"Who are you supposed to be?" He asked

"The Sanderson Sisters" Chloe explained, giving a little twirl.

"Who?" He asked.

"Y'know I'd break up with him for that question, Clo" I said sideying Jake, who started apologizing to Chloe. We all laughed and Brooke slowly ushered us into the line for the haunted house. As we closed the door behind us we were enveloped in a thick darkness that was almost suffocating. I blindly reached out for the hand of the closest person, who happened to be Brooke. She gave me a wide smile and pulled me forward further into the haunted house with a loud laugh. A bloody butcher holding a giant rotting boar head jumped out from the darkness shoving the boar head in our faces as we turned the corner to walk into the next area of the haunted house... A giant meat locker.. I screamed and Brooke laughed at me. I pulled my hand away and ran back towards Jake, Chloe and Rich. Running into Rich's arms with a scream. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close until I stopped breathing heavily.

"You want to wait outside for the others" He asked, jerking his head to the doors. "We can leave if you want to" He smiled down at me softly, and I was really tempted to take him up on that offer. But if I did, Brooke would never let me hear the end of it.

"No I'm fine" I smiled nervously as Rich let me out of his hold, but I heard something move behind us. I squeaked and reached out to cling to his arm.

"I forgot how easily frightened you are," Rich laughed, putting the arm I was holding around my waist gently and pulling me to his side. I put my hand on his to keep it around me as we moved forward.  I heard Brooke scream from up ahead the four of us so we all hurried through the meat locker scene to get to her. Tons of fake dead animals hung from the ceiling, more than one of them twitching waiting till we walked past to move. I shut my eyes tightly trusting Rich to lead me through without bumping into anything. I heard Chloe and Jake scream from a few feet ahead of me and I risked a peek from my closed eyes. Re-shutting them when I saw a costumed person looming over the couple. I burrowed further into Rich's side as we left the meat locker scene, I opened my eyes to see where we were going next and it looked like a high school hallway with lockers lining the walls. A bathroom scene was off to the left and a bloodied crazed looking football jock stood over the corpse of a cheerleader, who had a puddle of fake blood leaking from her side. The jock ran towards us with a snarl, growling.

"Nothing to see here" He twirled his knife in his hand with a murderous smile and ushered us along.

"You'd never murder me would you Jakey" Chloe asked pulling Jake past the Bathroom quickly.

"Of course not" He smiled, giving a curt nod to the bloodied jock. We turned another corner and were met with a pitch black hallway, where Brooke was waiting for us. She trailed along, Chloe and her linking  arms happily, while Chloe reached for Jake's hand. We continued walking and at the end of the hallway a single red balloon stood illuminated.

"Awe Fuck no" I mumbled seeing the balloon. "Wherever there's a balloon a clown isn't too far behind" I squeezed my eyes shut but had to open them when I stumbled over my own feet. I looked at the ground when the loud pop of the balloon sounded throughout the hallway. I screamed loudly.

--time skip because I actually am a scaredy cat--

After a whole hour of my heart racing and beating wildly we finally came to the last 10 minutes of the haunted house. I had finally started calming down but Rich never let go of me. Which I was thankful for, we walked down another dark hallway, before Rich spoke to me.

"Y'know if I had remembered you were so skittish I wouldn't have suggested the haunted house" He mumbled with a chuckle glancing around to see if anything was going to pop out and scare me.

"Oh please you love hearing me scream"  I joked back laughing lightly, trying to look ahead and find Chloe, Jake and Brooke, but to no avail. I couldn't even hear Brooke's loud giggle screams anymore. So I froze when I felt Rich's breath on the back of my neck and both his arms wrap around my waist.

"Only when it's my name you're screaming" He whispered in my ear and I shivered turning around in his arms to face him.

"I-" I started to speak but soon stopped.

"Speechless for once are you" He laughed walking me backwards till my back was pressed against the hallway wall. I tensed up. I tried thinking of ways to tease him back, or force him to make a move, but Rich was really distracting right now.

"How would you even know what me screaming your name sounds like" I mumbled without really thinking, I was too caught up in the intense whatever it was we had going on.

"I hear it every night in my dreams. But I'd really like to hear it in real life." He murmured slowly inching his face closer to mine, his eyes darting to my lips and back to my eyes silently asking if he could kiss me. I smiled reaching up to pull his face closer and he pressed his lips against mine. We stayed like that for about a minute before separating. "God you're hot" He growled leaning down to kiss my jaw gently, his voice was music to my ears. I pulled his head away from my jaw and back to my lips by tugging on his hair gently. I kissed him softly before responding.

"I know" I smiled offhandedly, "you are too I guess" I smiled running my hands through his hair and he sighed.

"As much as I love how fuckin hot you look in that costume" He paused and I felt his fingers ghost over my curves (If you look like a cereal box like me, we're gonna pretend you're CuRvY) before he continued. "I think you'd look way better with it on my bedroom floor" He smiled, kissing me again.

"You do know how cliche that sounds right" I laughed after he had pulled away again.

"Eh, I've been waiting years to at least kiss you. I don't care how cliche I sound at this point" He smiled and was about to pull me in for another kiss when Brooke yelled.

"Found them!!!" She shrieked throwing me a devilish grin "You were totally right Jake they were making out!" She teased, I groaned trying to hide my face in Rich's chest. Brooke led us out the Haunted house, thankfully there were no more jump scares for the last 5 minutes to the exit. Chloe looked at me, saw my slightly disheveled appearance, and gave me a knowing look. Jake looked at Rich, saw his mussed up hair and raised his eyebrows with a smile. Brooke was giggling into her hand. "They were 100% making out," Brooke informed the others, who laughed.

"Well in that case, Jake can you give me and Brooke a ride to Pinkberry please? We want some ice cream" Chloe said, turning to Jake, faking a pout.

"How can I ever say no to you" Jake smiled, taking Chloe by the hand and leading her and Brooke to his car.

"Bye you two!" Brooke waved at us excitedly.

"Soo..." Rich said slyly, turning to face me and plant a quick kiss on my lips. "Wanna come over?" He asked with a wide grin.

"Uh huh" I murmured, before shaking my head. "Sorry what did you say? You kissing me is super distracting." I replied with a smile wrapping my arms around his neck and playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

"Guess I'll have to do it more often then" He replied happily kissing me again. I laughed and moved out of his hold to walk to his car. "You were just agreeing to come home with me" He teased lightly, wrapping his arm around my waist again.

"Oh a little bit eager are you" I smiled.

"Between how hot you look in that costume right now, and how long I've been wanting to fuck you of course I'm fucking eager" He replied opening the passenger door for me.

"Oh wow, horny AND a gentleman" I laughed, trying to brush off his previous comment, as we both climbed into his car and got settled.

"Of course, I have to treat you like a lady now, cause I sure as hell won't be treating you like one later" He kissed me briefly, and laughed as his comment turned me into a blushing mess.

"God you're hot" I said quietly, looking down at my lap and playing with my fingers.

"I try to be, darling," He replied, starting the car and driving us home. 

-Fin-

QOTD: What is your favourite musical

A/N: can you tell how much I love Hocus pocus from this one shot... or do I need to spell it out for you because I  L O V E that movie man. It's great, I was told by a friend I'd totally be Sarah and I was like that's fair I do dance and sing a lot at random times and am DEFINITElY boy obsessed. On another note I really wanted to put the "are we about to kiss right now" meme in there because that's what I thought initially thought but I didn't because I didn't want to ruin the tone of this. Anyway hope you enjoyed!

#rich goranski #Rich goranski x reader #Musicals #Be more chill #BMC #jake dillinger #Brooke Lohst #Chloe Valentine #Fanfic #fanfiction #wattpad #Rich fanfic #Rich fanfiction #x reader #x reader fanfiction

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I been listening to some musicals (mostly listening to Be More Chill) and my brain just been exploded with a idea of a somewhat Crossover Au with a bit of X reader, let me know if you guys are interested in this....

(Spooky Month + Be More Chill Au) Kevin x Reader

Cast:

-Kevin as Jeremy Heere

-Radford as Micheal Mell (I'M SO SORRY!!! QAQ💔)

-Atticus (Skid's dad) as The Squip

-Reader as Christine Canigula

-Liv as Rich Goranski

-Ethan as Chloe Valentine

-Leon as Brooke Lohst

-Streber as Jenna Rolan

-Aria as Jake Dillinger

-Lila or Jaune??? as Mr. Heere (Jeremy's Dad)

-Jack (maybe???) as Mr. Reyes

Tell me if there's anything wrong in this then I'll change things up but no hate please, and yeah I know the BMC fandom is small and forgotten but I don't care I still love it ಠ︵ಠ

Spooky Month belongs to Sr. Pelo, Be More Chill The Musical (2015) belongs to Joe Tracz, and Reader (you) belongs to yourself

#be more chill #spooky month #jeremy heere #michael mell #christine canigula #bmc #kevin spooky month #kevin sm #radford spooky month #x reader #gender neutral reader #Sm #spooky month radford #spooky month kevin x reader #the squip #spooky month ethan #spooky month streber #spooky month leon #leon spooky month #ethan spooky month #streber spooky month #spooky month jack #spooky month atticus #spooky month lila #spooky month jaune

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connect [rich g. x fem!reader x jake d.]

( Can you do a Poly Rich x Fem Reader x Jake fic? Preferably where the reader is a big geek and likes to cosplay. (Probably met when reader was doing the costumes for the play)  )

ok but i love this

ok this also went from ‘big geek who likes to cosplay’ to ‘geek, likes to cosplay, does costumes for drama dept. and knows shit about theatre’ because i couldnt resist tbh

this is 10,000 words. brb gonna go die

pls dont expect this from me since this was just something that i got rly rly into writing and got rly carried away

warnings: uhhh none that i can think of other than general language but let me know if im forgetting stuff

        Alright. You could do this. All you had to do was come up with costumes, take measurements, make everything by yourself, and have everything ready in time for dress rehearsal to begin - along with keeping up with schoolwork, going to Hobby Lobby (which, thank fuck you were getting a huge discount for, because otherwise you’d basically be destroying your own shit in order to make anything) to get everything you needed,  and basically do everything your average person needs to survive. So basically, you were ready to die a bit more inside and start multitasking - and lose sleep, but that was normal. What wasn’t normal was the show you were doing costumes for. When Mr.Reyes mentioned doing Midsummer, you imagined you’d be spending your nights sewing costumes for fairies - not... zombies. But you forced a grin and told him you’d do your best, and clutched your sketchbook to your chest, the paper with the cast list and roles jammed in, and the script for the play sandwiched between binders in your bag.

        This was fine. You’d go and watch one of their rehearsals to get an idea of how long everyone would have between costume changes, and Mr.Reyes would be speaking his vision to you as you would hastily scribble notes down, basically becoming a bobble-head as you tried to take into account everything. You’d start doing homework during classes, read online for whatever book and bullshit your way through any quizzes. Maybe you could copy some (or almost all) answers off of Christine if she’d let you. Then eventually you’d start spending your last class taking a nap with Christine in the drama room while the rest of the class did whatever - or working on whatever schoolwork you could if you weren’t tired.

        The things you did for costume design.

        Christine was the first person you measured. She’d been through this numerous times before, telling you her height and weight happily and smiling at you. Her smile fell at one point as you were measuring her chest.

       “You might want to be careful, [y/n],” she said softly, “I mean, I don’t mean to be rude but...” She glanced over to where the rest of the cast sat, chatting among themselves. “I don’t think they know how this works?”

       “You don’t sound rude!” You chirped, “they’re new to drama, right?”

        She nodded. “I don’t mean to sound mean or anything - I just thought I should warn you that someone might take offense to you asking their weight? Sorry, I know that sounds kinda weird-”

       “Nah, it’s cool, Christine,” you shrugged, “I’ll explain that this is just for me to know and that this won’t be shared with anyone else. Thanks for the heads-up, though.”

        Christine only smiled. After her, you had Jake Dillinger next on your list. He gave you the information you needed without question, and you took to measuring. After the awkward silence began to creep in between you, he finally spoke.

       “Do you do this a lot?”

        You hummed as you looked up. “Measuring people?”

       “Yeah!” He smiled, “like... costume stuff.”

        You nodded. “It’s kind of my passion.”

        Jake smiled at you. God, you knew how many people would kill to have Jake Dillinger even look their way - and here you were, tape measure around his waist without a second thought to it while you were fairly sure you had at least one pair of eyes on you. It didn’t click until half-way through measuring his inseam that some of these people probably have never seen anyone taking anyone’s measurements. 

        Well, this was going to be fun.

        Next was Rich Goranski. He raised a brow when you asked for his height and weight, but the moment you were about to launch into your ‘I need to know this because it’s legit important for costuming-” speech, he shrugged and told you. 

       “You do realize how this looks, right?” He said, slightly smirking while you slightly slapped at his leg. “What?”

       “Move your leg.”

       “What?” He repeated, before moving his foot slightly, “oh.”

       “How does this look, Rich?” You said, looking back up at him.

       “You don’t know?”

       “Enlighten me.”

        After a pause, he only frowned. “Never mind.”

        That’s what you thought.

        Jeremy was fine. He might have been somewhat awkward for a second, his eyes kept flickering from a spot on the wall to you as you measured anywhere below his waist, but he was quiet and didn’t ask questions and let you work - taking any instructions without hesitation. Brooke was similar, although much happier and barely hesitated to give you her weight and height. Heck, she actually complimented you on your dress at one point - something you’d made earlier in the year. Jenna was similar, although much chattier - which was definitely fine. You actually liked it, compared to how quiet everyone else had been while you’d taken their measurements.

        Then came Chloe. You’d known about her and Jake’s relationship in the past, so maybe that was why she’d been glaring at you the entire time you basically breathed around Jake. But she smiled.

       “Height and weight?”

        She hesitated. “Why?”

        You sighed. “This will stay between you and me - I just need it for costuming reasons.”

        Chloe clicked her tongue before answering your question. Barely half a second later, she spoke once more. “I saw Jake was talking to you.”

       “And so did Christine and Rich and Brooke and Jenna.” You shrugged, “look, Chloe, if you’re trying to say there was anything going on - there wasn’t. I took his measurements, he asked if I do this a lot, and I told him I did since costumes are my thing. Heck, we haven’t talked before today, so if you’re worried about anything between us-”

       “I’m not worried,” she snapped. “I just-” She frowned as she watched you fumble with the measuring tape, “I wouldn’t want you to get any ideas since Jake obviously has his eyes on someone else.”

        You finally looked up after straightening out the tape. “We’ve barely ever talked before. I’m not going to fall in love with him after one talk.”

        Chloe only stared at you for a moment, before letting you finish up your job. You shut the folder you kept, making sure all the papers were secure, shoving your measuring tape into your pocket, and snatching your bag from a chair. You thanked them for being patient, forcing your smile as you make a comment about how you’ll pick up supplies and get things done as soon as you can, only receiving a halfhearted response from everyone but Christine and Mr.Reyes, which managed to evoke something from both Jeremy and Jake, which in turn managed to get the rest of the cast to give you more than you’d expected.

        Well, that really showed you how fickle people could be. Not that you needed it - but still. You weren’t sure whether it was Jake or Jeremy that made them change their minds, but you left without thinking too much into it. 

        You had work to do.

        A week later and you’re already buried in your work. The contents of your room have practically been shoved into the closet as you invested all your time into each little detail in each costume. You spent your days either working on small details while in different classes, spray painting shoes during drama, or scribbling in answers to homework due the next period (or day, if you were lucky), courtesy of Christine. If you had a chance, you’d crash on the small, cheap couch in the drama room for a bit, and then you were back home and sewing and (rarely) burning your fingers on hot glue.

        It was hell, but it was worth it.

        The rustling of paper and plastic bags caught your attention, snapping your attention away from the warming glue gun, which wasn’t warming up fast enough for your liking. There stood Christine, admiring the different pieces of costumes that were strewn about - the bare bones of Brooke’s dress that still needed the bows fixed and lime green details, Christine’s own dress hanging on a hanger only needing tiny touch-ups, a shirt you found for Chloe that you had yet to touch, and one of Rich’s costumes already near completion.

       “Wow.”

       “Yeah.”

       “You need a break. C’mon,” she said, sitting on the edge your bed, “I brought food... and more hot glue sticks.”

       “Yes!” You smiled, hopping up. You shoved your backpack from it’s spot, sitting cross-legged as you took one of the Chipotle cups from her.

       Christine sat on your bed, unfolding the bag as she hands you your usual order. You thank her and almost immediately break into your food. Sometimes you wonder how you ended up with such a great friend, considering she lets you copy off her work without question during your sleepless weeks and memorized your order (not that you haven’t done the same, but still). Then again, ten years of friendship have made the two of you this close. Sleepovers and doing theatre together until high school - when you decided you didn’t like doing it as much - and movie nights where the two of you screamed at stupid horror movies or shifted uncomfortably at random sex scenes or jammed out to movie musicals; all built up your friendship over the years, even if there were a few fights from time to time. In the end, you two were closer than anyone else you two knew.

      “Jake asked me to come to his Halloween party on Friday,” she said as she opened the container containing her own order.

       “And?”

      “I think I might go.” She shrugged, “he’s so sweet, [y/n]. He suggested that we go as prince and princess.”

      “That’s cute,” you smiled, “do you still have that-”

      “Renaissance costume? Yeah,” she smiled, “it still fits! I mean, it was only a year ago, but still.”

      “Well... have fun, I guess,” you shrugged. She stared at you.

      “I was... actually going to take you with me? Jake said it’d be okay, and you’ve been pretty stressed about all the costumes, and I just thought you could use a night out-”

       You traced circles into the condensation forming on the cup, awkwardly taking a sip. You did have a costume, so it wasn’t like you weren’t prepared. Albeit it be based off of a video game character, it was still something. “People are gonna say I’m a geek.”

      “So? People know that I’m a theatre geek. Besides, if anyone says anything, at least you have the satisfaction that you made your costume yourself!”

       You eyed the pair of long-fall boots in the corner of your room, the portal gun you’d ordered resting against them. Maybe you’d at least ditch the portal gun for Halloween - you didn’t want to risk damaging it, considering the house would probably be full of drunk teenagers. You looked back to Christine.

      “I’ll go if we can have movie night on Saturday. Me, you, and a couple bags of discount Halloween candy,” you brushed a lock of hair behind your ear. 

       “No horror movies,” she said. You frowned.

      “Fiiine. No Singing in the Rain.”

       She was taken aback, “but [y/n]-” She paused, “actually, I have something better. I’ll pick you up.”

       The backyard was the quietest place, for some strange reason. The music wasn’t threatening to knock pictures and paintings off of the walls, there wasn’t the blazing heat of a hundred teenager bodies - quite the opposite, in fact, and you were wishing you brought some sort of jacket - and the lighting was dim. Sure, it wasn’t dead silent - people littering the porch and lounging around the pool (or, if they didn’t care enough, they stripped down to next to nothing and jumped into the icy water before letting out a scream at how fucking cold it is), but it wasn’t too much. You sat in a porch swing, hugging a pillow and swaying back and forth as you wondered where Christine was. Maybe you’d convince her to leave a bit earlier than the two of you had planned, and you’d crash in her bed since fuck the couch, the couch is always cold. 

        The swing suddenly jerked back, sending you immediately gripping onto the back and arm. When you turned to confront the fuck that decided to throw themselves into the spot next to you, you were met with the familiar face of a certain boy who asked you if you realized how ‘this’ looked when you measured him. He sort of grinned at you, as you sink back into your spot, clutching the pillow closer to your chest. Just what you needed: Rich Goranski.

        “Y’know, I didn’t expect to see you here,” he began suddenly, not caring to greet you, “but Christine n’ Jake both mentioned you were around here somewhere, so...”

        “I’m taking a break.” You ran your thumb over the corner of the pillow. “From costumes,” you added on, “Christine’s making me.”

        He nodded and smiled again. “Good. You deserve to let loose sometimes.” He paused, “who are you?” You looked at him, before he just gestured toward your body.

        You glanced down to your costume. “Just a video game character.”

        He didn’t respond at first, but the moment your attention drifted back to the pillow, he spoke. “That’s cool. I’m Jason,” he said, “from the movies? Friday the 13th?” The mask gleamed in the low light from overhead, and you could barely see the red streak peeking out slightly from underneath it, boldly standing out against golden brown.

        You sort of smile. “I know. I like horror movies.”

        “You do?” He sounded genuinely surprised. You didn’t blame him, honestly - especially with the reaction you had earlier when all he really did was sit next to you.

        “Yeah. I mean, I get fucking terrified, but they’re still good.”

        He chuckled a little, reaching up and pushing at the edge of the slipping mask, poising it back at the top of his head, “you wanna grab a drink?”

        “I’m fine.”

        Rich pressed his lips together, obviously not expecting you to reject his offer. He pushed back slightly, basically swaying the swing back and forth slowly. “You do costume shit often?”

        You had to admit - you weren’t fond of his word choice. But you shouldered your thoughts, squirming uncomfortably against the wood, “yeah. Kind of my passion.” You nearly decided against it, but you were already speaking, “I made this,” you gestured slightly toward your outfit. “And the boots, too,” you tapped your fingers against the metal curving out of the back.

        He didn’t speak, just staring. “Can I?” He reached out a hand. You slowly nod.

        You barely knew Rich Goranski - at least, personally. He sprung up during sophomore year and was Jake’s friend, and has slept with numerous girls if the rumors surrounding him were anything to go by. Plenty of people didn’t catch his attention - you and Christine were never the object of his eye, as were many of your friends - but the ones that did seemed to be the popular, gorgeous girls that seemed fawned about by everyone. You heard about how he was one of those guys who’s focus was basically getting into girls’ pants and to watch out because his fingers like to roam or some bullshit.

        But here he sat, right next to you, tracing over the detail of your boots. His attention didn’t wander to your thighs or chest or anything, and a smile tugged at the corners of your lips as he let out the softest gasp at the metal curve of the brace of the boots. Rich seemed genuinely interested, soaking in every part of what would be a complete cosplay if you had your portal gun - and heck, you kind of regret not bringing it if your boots were enough to stun him. For a moment, the cool Rich Goranski who makes stupid sexual comments faded away. For a moment, you saw someone else.

       And within a moment, his hand jerked back and he was gone. He leaned back, gave you a half of a grin, and eased back into his usual cocky, too cool for this shit persona. “I’ll, uh, see you later,” he stood, the swing drawing back a little too quickly.

        The swing threw itself forward, and you nearly fell out if it weren’t for Rich, quickly catching you by the shoulders, his fingers warm against your bare skin. He chuckled softly, tracing circles in your skin with his thumb.

        “You alright?” He said softly. You dumbly nodded, movements slow as you leaned back. He smiled again, and for a split second, you swore you saw the fainted, thinnest pattern of a circuit creep onto his features, etched out across his freckled cheeks ever so faintly. “Good. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to someone as cute as you.”

        His touch lingered a few seconds more before he stepped away, making another comment about how he’ll see you later. The warmth of his touch seemed to haunt your skin, the circles he traced feeling as if it had been tattooed there, just as a reminder that that was real and Rich had just been talking to you. You dismissed the thoughts quickly, standing slowly and stretching, bones popping softly. You’d find Christine and see if you two could leave. Passing out in Christine’s room sounded amazing, and the promise of sleep sounded like it might be able to wash off the ghost of a touch.

        You eventually found her on the couch, talking to some kid in a cyborg costume - Jeremy? You remembered his face and his body too well, honestly, but his name seemed to slip your mind - albeit it looked more like he just wore a onesie to the party as a last minute option. You couldn’t really judge - he seemed happy. Whether it be from the fact he was talking to Christine, because who wouldn’t be happy talking to Christine, or because he was at this party or because whatever, you couldn’t be sure.

        “Hey, [y/n]!” She smiled, “you remember Jeremy, right?”

        Awkward kid that kept getting nervous when measured below the belt. “Yeah. Hi,” you said, sinking into the spot next to Christine, waving at Jeremy. He sort of awkwardly smiles - that sort of smile that’s just oozing with damn it her friend is here. The sort of shit you often saw in movies.

        “Anyway, you were saying?” Christine said, looking back to Jeremy.

        He stared, looking from her to you before deciding on whatever he was about to say. “I was wondering if, uh, you wanted to go out with me?”

        Oh shit, he actually went for it. You looked to Christine, before snagging the keys out of your pocket after seeing how tense she had immediately grown. You whispered, “I’ll go get the car. Meet you in five.” And left the living room as quickly as you could.

        Thirty minutes later and you’re almost to Christine’s house, listening to her ramble about how Jeremy used to be kind of a sweetheart in the past - he didn’t really talk to her, but he was “kind of adorkable” whenever she saw him. Awkward, but adorkable. And now he’s changed and he’s changed from a dork to a dick sometimes, being one of the popular boys who hangs out with Rich and Jake. 

        You ditched your boots in the car, following her into her house, listening to her now talk about the shit that Jake pulled and how she dumped him after seeing that he wasn’t over Chloe. Within the next few thirty, you had showered and had donned the comfiest of pajamas and crawled into bed next to Christine.

        When you woke up, she was crying.

       “It’s Jake.”

        buzz

       “They’re saying Rich burned down his house-”

        buzz

       “Jake had to jump out of a window-”

        buzz

        buzz

        “[y/n]-”

        You took her phone, it buzzing to life endlessly against your palm. Rumors were flying, blocked by your palm “hey, c’mon. Halloween candy, movie day. Singin’ In the Rain. Alright?”

        Her arms were wrapped around you within seconds, her face hot with tears and buried in your neck. “... Yeah. Alright.” She felt your arms wrap around her, and you peek at her screen. Numbers she didn’t know, numbers you’d never recognize, kept spitting rapid-fire across the screen. 

       You shut off her phone. Sure, none of it was directed toward her, but jesus it was a lot to take in - especially because you knew where Christine’s mind was, even if it wasn’t an active thought. There went multiple roles - roles she and Mr.Reyes probably couldn’t handle alone. You traced circles in the thin fabric of her shirt.

        “Everything will be alright.”

       click click click

      “He-ey, [y/n]!”

       click click click

       Was it rude to speed up when the other person was on crutches? Well... at least you had somewhat of a reason. You were Christine’s friend, and you still weren’t completely sure how she felt about him - so you’d play it safe and avoid him as best as you can. But you slowed eventually, turning to face him, smiling a little.

       “Hey, Jake,” you said, awkwardly shoving your hands into the pockets of your dress, rocking slightly on your heels. “... How are you?”

        He doesn’t seemed phased by the fact you were kind of ignoring him, but smiles ever brighter now that you are talking to him. “I’m great!”

        For a second, you swore he didn’t even realize he broke both of his legs. “That’s good.” You sort of smiled, “where’s Chloe?” Fuck, why did you ask that-

       “I’m... not really sure. Probably with Brooke,” he said, “hey, have you finished any of my costumes?”

       “You’re still in the play?” You asked slowly, before he nodded.

       “Yeah! It’s been pretty great, and I can still do most of my stuff, so... why not?”

        You nodded slowly, “I’ll talk to Mr.Reyes about a costume parade tomorrow, since almost everything's done,” dear fuck, was that a lie, “and I’ll make any fixes necessary!”

        Jake nodded, still smiling. He had no idea what a costume parade was, did he? Whatever - he was smiling and he’d learn eventually.

        Time to buy as many energy drinks and stay up finishing every costume you could. Scratch that, finish every costume because you needed to. Would Christine probably get mad you were pushing yourself like that? Probably. Were you going to tell her? Nope. At least, not until after everything was done.

       “Tomorrow I won’t be here to help you all with costume changes.” You announced, standing next to a rack of costumes backstage, “so I ask that you all please be careful and to help each other if possible. Yes, you might miss a cue since this will be the first time,” you ignore the look Christine gave you, “but I will be here specifically to help with the quick changes after that. I’ve spent weeks making these costumes with quick changes in mind,” you plucked Jeremy’s reversible off of a hanger, “which is why I’ve kept most things simple and things that don’t need much help getting in and out of. For example, this-” you hold up the jacket- “is what’s called a reversible.”

        You slid your arms into it, it hanging slightly longer due to Jeremy being a bit of a string bean, “on one side, it looks like this. But,” you removed the article of clothing, flipping it inside out, “it becomes this when reversed. Hence the name: reversible.”

        At the lack of questions, you went on. “I assume you all have been informed of the costume parade? Basically, all you all will be doing is trying on your costumes and I’ll be discussing any changes that need to be made. Understood?” You barely had any reaction, before forcing another smile and continuing, “good! I’ll be sitting out in the audience, so just come line up at the front of the stage when you’re all in your first costumes.”

        At the lack of any protests, you were out n the audience, planted in a seat next to the kid who does lighting - Josh. He didn’t look up, eyes pinned to the phone in his hand as he switched from app to app, not really giving a shit. Eventually, after moments of dreadful silence, he looked over to yu and smiled a little.

       “Costume girl, right?” He said, and you realized the smile had been more of a smirk, as if he was planning something. You shrugged off the thought - he wouldn’t be that stupid, messing with any of your costumes... unless he had a death wish.

       “Yeah. Lighting boy, right?” You replied. If he wasn’t going to even ask your name, you wouldn’t use his.

        But he chuckled. “Yeah. Right.” He looked back to his phone. “So I hear you and Jake are... something.”

        What the fuck. “We aren’t? Where did you-”

       “I dunno. I don’t just ask a cute guy’s best friend shit about how to woo him when I like him,” he shrugged, “I get my friends to do that shit so that I don’t fuck it up halfway through saying his name.”

       “That doesn’t mean-”

        He cut you off, “plus, not naming any names, but a certain someone kept blabbing about how Jake never shuts up about you sometimes.”

        You rested your hands in your lap. How many times had you and Jake actually talked? Then again, how many times had he and Christine said a word to each other?

        Jake was cute - you couldn’t deny that. But... did you really know him? At all? The question weighed down on you - and to no one but Christine, it was obvious you were distracted as you made small comments about each costume. You all but completely skipped over Jake, dealing with the thought that he was talking about you proving to be more difficult that you first hoped. Soon enough, you packed up your shit and left, practically dashing to the school parking lot, jamming your key inside the car and throwing your shit into the passenger seat.

        Jesus, fuck, you needed to be alone. Just for the rest of the day. You had plans you had to take care of tomorrow.

        The hospital was quiet, the only noise being the soft bustle of nurses and family members or friends and such. Your steps felt like they were echoing around you, your bag hanging low on your back as you searched for Rich’s room. Eventually you find it, knocking softly first before slowly pushing the door open and slowly walking in. The lights were dim and you almost left, only to end up lingering for a moment. Was he asleep? Or... had he not woken up?

        The pale light of a cloudy morning flooded in the room, brushing over Rich’s features and causing the faintest glint of light to reflect onto the floor from one of the balloons. You felt like an intruder, standing in near silence as  Rich breathed, burn scars creeping slightly up his neck and into sight. How badly was he hurt? Hell, how did the fire even start? He was fine when he was talking to you, wasn’t he? Fuck if you knew. Part of you was glad that you and Christine had left earlier - but still rested the pit of dread in your that maybe you could have stopped this or something. Maybe you could have helped him, even if you weren’t sure how. The gentle, doe-like eyes that greeted you as he stared in wonder at your effort, your sleepless nights, your patience - all wrapped up in a pair of fancy cosplay boots. His eyes were burned into your memory.

        You should go. Maybe you could come back in a few hours and maybe Rich would be awake-

       “.... [y/n]?”

        It was broken through a yawn, but Rich had definitely called your name. You turned away from the door, and his eyes were on you, squinting as he tried to make out your features before he suddenly smiled at the sight of you. You sort of smile awkwardly, walking in but pausing a the light switch, reaching up only to be stopped by Rich.

       “Don’t. I... like it dark in here.”

        Whatever. His decision, right? Your hand fell back to your side slowly, and eventually you walked over to his bed. You hesitated to speak at first, but finally settled on the only question you could muster up, s you wrapped your fingers around the straps of your bad awkwardly. “... How have you been?”

        He frowned slightly. Oof. Probably not the best question to ask. He answered with a soft, “I’m here.”

       “A lot of people miss you,” you said, cautiously sitting at the foot of his bed, ready to move back up if necessary. He doesn’t say anything about it. “If anyone wanted to find your locker, they could. A lot of notes and shit are all over it,” you forced a smile. “It’s really sweet, honestly.”

        He doesn’t respond at first. Rich just sat there, eyes on you as he tried to think of something - anything - to say. Gone was that cocky, flirtatious exterior for a moment. He was unsure, trying to muster up any words. “What have they been saying about me?”

        Holy shit, Rich Goranski has a lisp. You sort of smiled at the thought - what a cutie. “Different shit. I... think there’s a couple people try to curve the rumors, but-”

       “Yeah. I get it.” He frowned.

       “Rich?” You were going to regret it, you knew it, but you couldn’t shake the desire to ask. “What happened?”

        He doesn’t answer again. 

        “The play’s going well,’ you said, breaking the silence.

        “Good. Is... Chirstine mad about-”

        You cut him off quickly, “no! Definitely not, dude. No one could be mad at you.”

       “What about Jake?”

       “Jake’s... Jake. He hasn’t been holding anything against you, honestly,” you said slowly.

       “How’s Jeremy?” He suddenly asks.

       “Jeremy? He’s... still Jeremy, I guess.”

       “Alright.” He paused, studying your face. How tired did you look? Fuck, you knew you should have put on something - just enough makeup to cover the bags under your eyes at least. “Have you been sleeping?”

        You tensed at the question. Maybe not as much as you should... Fuck, you downed a energy drink just an hour ago to give you the strength to live through Sunday and not sleep until five in the afternoon.

        Apparently, your silence was enough of an answer. “Go home and sleep,” he said softly, “I’ll still be here, i-if you want to come back-”

       “Yeah. I’ll be here the day after the show.” You stand, “we can talk more then, alright?”

        He nodded. He wanted to say something, but he left the words unsaid as you slowly leave the room. He looked over to the bear sitting on the table next to his bed, and frowned. “Fuck.”

        Jake missed one of his cues the first night you helped him. Could he help it? He had a cute girl helping him in and out of his costumes. He liked the way you’d gently smooth out a wrinkle in a shirt or the way you’d smile after making sure everything was right. Was it stupid that he thought about your fingertips running across his chest as you blindly found the edge of his jacket, and that the fact your arms were around him for barely a minute drove him crazy? Fuck, he wasn’t sure, but you were cute and it distracted him because you were so serious about this and he didn’t wanna mess up but how could he focus when he had a cutie like you hanging around him, specifically there for him. Everyone else was fine on their own for the most part - maybe you had to zip up Brooke’s dress and help Jenna at least once, but other than that, you were the center of his attention.

        Was it bad that he really liked that? Fuck if he knew.

        He was going to ask you out. Sbarro? Sbarro. Sbarro was a good option - who didn’t like pizza? He at least knew you did, considering one night Mr.Reyes ordered pizza for all of you before the second run through of the night. Then again, maybe Sbarro wasn’t a good idea then - you’d probably be tired of pizza. Maybe just the mall in general - he’ll try to pay for you if he can and maybe you two could just talk and maybe there wouldn’t be someone to steal the attention away with their performance art. 

        Did that sound needy? Fuck, it probably did. He’ll have to figure out how to ask you out. Hopefully Christine didn’t say anything to you - then again, she didn’t seem like the person to, and... she was oddly okay with him subtly bringing up the idea of dating you.

        "I can’t believe it,” you hissed softly, “I spent weeks making costumes - and now Jeremy doesn’t even fucking show up!”

        Jake frowned. You were pissed. 

       “I mean, Jake, you broke both of your legs and you’re here. I just... I don’t know,” you murmured. Your gaze fell to the floor, your arms crossed across your chest as you held back tears. You worked so fucking long and Jeremy just straight up blew off the entire play. Now Mr.Reyes had to make time to get through Rich’s changes, and Jeremy’s and-

        Jake’s hand was on your cheek. “Hey,” he cooed softly, “it’ll be alright. Jeremy will be here - he wouldn’t blow off something this important.”

        You looked up at him and he was blown away. God, you had beautiful eyes. “You think so?”

       “Yeah!” He smiled, slowly tearing his hand away from your cheek, gripping the handgrip tightly. He hesitated for once, unsure about the timing, but decided hes go for it. “Hey, [y/n]? I was wondering if maybe you’d-”

       “Jeremy!”

        The two of you looked up as Jeremy strolled in, usurping your attention away from him. He could tell it was taking everything to prevent yourself from marching over to him and chewing him out. Maybe he’d tell you after the show - give you time to calm down since you were practically burning, hatred oozing out of every pore. He watched as you stared, watching Jeremy talk to Christine, holding up something before watching her turn and walk away from him.

        “Places for scene two, people!”

        Jake left you standing alone, seething as you stared down Jeremy. If looks could kill… Jake left you after a few moments, hesitating slightly.

        You kept staring at Jeremy. Something was off. He seemed… anxious, uncertainty beginning to practically drip from every inch of him, his hands still clutching some pink shoe-box he had drawn out of his bag. What was wrong with him? He used to be different - acting cool and so sure, save for Halloween night. He moved, intending on running out on stage - something that’d ruin the show for sure - and before you could stop him, Mr.Reyes was already there, hand curled around his arm, fingers digging in and likely leaving bruises. He spat something in his face, only to push him back, exiting onto the stage.

        “[y/n]!” He said, voice shrill as he grabbed you by the shoulders. “You haven’t drank from that beaker, right?”

        You’re confused, staring him down. “Dude, that’s a prop - I’m not going to-”

        “Good! Fuck, I need you to go out there and take the beaker-”

        “Jeremy, that’d ruin the show for Christine, I can’t-”

        “No, you don’t understand-”

        “I’m sorry that some of us care about the show! Seriously, call time was an hour ago and you’re late-”

        “[y/n], I wouldn’t-”

        You were caught off guard by the sound of Brooke’s voice becoming rougher as she spoke her lines, filled with an newfound passion. You looked back to Jeremy. “What. Did. You. Do.”

        He tensed immediately, “I need you to get that beaker.”

        You nodded. “I’ll see what I can do.”

        He tore away from you. You’d apologize to Christine later, as you crept into the shadows of the curtains, putting on the headset, hearing soft humming.

        “Josh?”

        He’s immediately quiet, “huhwhat-” and, you assume, scrambling to sit up. “What? You aren’t supposed to be on here-”

        “I need a blackout on stage.”

        “Uh… it’s not the end of the scene? I mean, I’d do it but I don’t have a death wish right now since my life’s been pretty baller-”

        “Fuck, Josh, I need-”        The door swung open, and in strolled some nerdy looking guy with glasses and a red hoodie, holding up a bottle of red soda. You nearly snapped at him if it weren’t for the relief that immediately washed over Jeremy. You grew silent as you watched the two talk, Josh questioning everything as you then watched Jeremy go near silent before beginning to attack his friend - Michael, you were pretty sure. You whipped off the headset, tossing it down as you went to try and stop him.

        “Jeremy! What the hell-” You managed to say, only to be met with the cold wooden floor seconds later.

        He had shoved you away, before he tearing himself away from Michael. “It’s taking over my body,” he said, “I need your help - I’m sorry!”

        Michael was immediately after him, managing to somewhat hold him down. He nearly spoke to you if it weren’t for the familiar click of Jake’s crutches - and maybe it was better than he ask Jake, considering how Jeremy flailed against Michael’s grasp and considering you probably wouldn’t have been able to do shit with Jeremy writhing like that.

        “Jake! This is gonna sound weird but -” he was cut off for a moment, tightening his grip around Jeremy’s wrist as he struggled, “if I hold down Jeremy, can you make him drink this Mountain Dew Red?” He didn’t wait for an answer before tossing the bottle over to him, immediately returning to the task of keeping Jeremy down.

        Jake stared at the bottle, eyes catching a glimpse of you. He looked back to Michael, “actually… that doesn’t sound weird at all.”

        Pain overtook him, spiraling through his head as the bottle slipped from his grasp. His head hung low with his face scrunched in pain, before it suddenly evaporated from his features, and he looked up. He felt…

        Pretty fucking amazing, honestly.

        “Jake?” You said softly, standing as you stepped over. “Are you alright?”

        When he looked back up to you, you recognized everything. The familiar, faint circuit pattern you swore you had seen on Rich seemed to disappear within seconds. And he smiled at you, unnerving you completely as he reached up and gently brushed a strand of hair out of your face.

        “[y/n], I feel boss.” He didn’t stop smiling. Dear god. “No,” he said quickly, “I feel more than that. Here, watch-” He said, throwing down his crutches. You nearly scrambled to pick them up if it weren’t for Jake stopping you. “Don’t. I don’t need them anymore.”

        Jeremy piped up softly, staring at the phenomenon before him. “It… healed your legs?”

        Jake only chuckled softly, “no! But I can’t feel the pain anymore - it’s awesome!” He smiled, “you could be like this too, y’know. Painless,” he lowered his voice as he looked to you, “happy. [y/n], you could be pretty boss with-”

        “What’s wrong with me now?” You said, staring at him.

         He seemed at a loss for words for a second. “Nothing! But you could be more-”

        “Jake,” you tore away from him slightly, “I’m fine with the way I am. I don’t need,” you motioned toward his head, “whatever you have to change me.”

        He seemed rejected. The moment Brooke and Chloe walked in, however, you had stumbled into his arms, scared from the sudden appearance. He didn’t feel content, though. There you were, in his arms, warm underneath his touch, and he didn’t feel as good as he should feel. 

       The voice in his head snapped at him. Kiss her, was spat into his ear, or... get her the Mountain Dew yourself. She’ll be much happier if you-

       Then you were gone, out of his arms as you moved out of the way of everything - trying your best to avoid anything. Everything. You were fucking terrified and it showed in your eyes and in the way your arms were folded too tightly across your chest as you only took in everything that occurred before you. Michael had sprinted out after seeing the bottle resting at Jake’s feet, the pool of red soda hiding in the bottom. When the other four circled around him, you broke out of your spot, shoving past them.

        “Michael!” You had cried, arms ending up around him as the two of you fell back. When the group parted around you, you were awkwardly squished against him, both of you completely disheveled. You didn’t notice Jake’s eyes pinned to you, the voice in his head cooing it’s bullshit as it mocked him because look at her, she’s all over Mell - she probably likes Michael because Michael Mell is a loser who likes video games and Michael wasn’t like him-

         When Christine walked backstage, she was positively glowing. You went to say something, only to realize there was something so fucking wrong and that wasn’t Christine. She was too rehearsed - as if every step had been laid out in front of her, every motion planned down to the exact millisecond, her smile plastered onto her face as she approached Jeremy. She said something to him, and he just stared in awe. You balled your fists, Michael’s hoodie becoming crumpled in your hands. He reached up, fingers brushing over your arm.

        “[y/n], right?” He said softly, “look, fuck, I’m sorry-”

        You watched Christine lift the bottle to her lips, drinking. And then she screeched. One right after another - Chloe, then Brooke, then Jake, Mr.Reyes, then Jenna - and finally, Jeremy. And then they all collapsed around you, leaving you and Michael to cling to each other as you two let out a scream.

        Well. You two were fucked.

        A month later, your friend group had grown from just Christine and a couple other people to include not only Jake and Rich, but the rest of the play’s cast. Jeremy and Michael were giant nerds and you actually had plans to go to a con with them, them maybe also in cosplay if they could pull something together in time. The three of you spent the day sending endless selfies to the group chat of you all in last minute cosplays. At some point you fell asleep in the backseat of Michael’s car, and when you checked the group chat later, found a picture with “she slep” underneath it. You expected to see some sort of comments from anyone else, but only saw a “let her slep” from Christine. You shrugged it off.

        At least, you did until Rich was sitting at the end of your bed one day, watching you sew a dress for a Zelda cosplay you’d been planning for months. It was only in the bare bones stage, but he was entranced with your fluid motions. He was supposed to be focused on math homework, pestering you with questions over content if he needed it. Heck, that’s why he was there - you were going to tutor him unless he waved you off, telling you to work on your cosplay and he’ll ask questions if he needs it. But he ended up getting through two problems before he gave up, watching your face as you furrowed your brow, humming softly as you continued to work. Fuck, the amount of concentration you had was adorable.

        … Adorable? No. No, you weren’t adorable. Well, you were, but you and Rich were only friends. He liked Jake, didn’t he? Jake was cute and tall and kind of interested in him except neither of them made a move toward each other because… because.

        Because Jake was conflicted. Rich didn’t know it, and neither did you, honestly -  but Jake often sat between the two of you, his heart aflutter in his chest as he realized almost daily that he was absolutely smitten with the both of you. But he was convinced you didn’t like him - you liked Michael because Michael was kind of a dork and you were kind of a dork and why wouldn’t you like Michael? Michael didn’t try to convince you to change yourself. Michael didn’t try to convince you that you could be better if you took some… weird thing that caused a voice in his head - hell, he still wasn’t sure what happened that day. But he remembered what you told him, burning with anger as you recounted the shit he said to you only to realize that wasn’t him and profusely apologize. 

        Jake liked you. Jake liked Rich.

        Rich liked you. Rich liked Jake. 

        You liked Jake. You liked Rich.

        Fuck.

        And there you sat, Rich’s eyes practically burning a hole in your back as you worked, not knowing that you were busy shoving thoughts about how soft his hair looked sometimes and how you kind of wondered what it’d be like to kiss him out of mind. He didn’t know your fingers fumbled and that you sort of ended up nicking your skin - not terrible, but breaking the skin enough that there was a bead of blood as you hissed. You heard the clatter of Rich’s binder hitting the floor, breaking up as he’s beside you within seconds, taking your hand in his own.

        “I’m fine,” you mumbled, “sorry-”

        “Fuck, hold on- where are the band-aids?” He said. You stared at him, before softly chuckling.

        “I’ll be fine, Rich. It was just a little nick.”

        He stared at your finger, before his eyes met yours after a moment of hesitation, “you sure?”

        You couldn’t help but smile - was he worried about you? “I’ll be fine, dude. Unless you wanna kiss it and make it better or some shit,” you laughed softly.

        Dear god, did you not know how much he wouldn’t mind doing that? Even as fucking joke, it was probably the closest he’d get to kissing you honestly. He couldn’t fucking help staring at you and wondering what it’d be like to smash his lips against yours and run his hands through your hair or what it’d be like to explore every inch of your skin. His thoughts kept running elsewhere and you chuckled as your attention wandered elsewhere. What were you-

        “You should probably clean up your binder, Rich.”

        He followed your line of sight, only to find that his math binder had snapped open upon hitting the floor, papers askew. He sort of smiled, the warmth of his fingers leaving yours as he walked over, picking it up and throwing it onto your bed. He carelessly snatched up his papers, not caring whether shit got folded or crumpled as he shoved it all into the open plastic - he’d just fix it later, probably.

        “Did you finish your work?” You asked softly, bouncing on your heels. He looked to you, swiftly nodding -which was a lie, but you didn’t know that.

        Before you knew it, he shoved his messy folder back into his backpack and left you, making up some excuse about how he needed to get home or whatever. He was gone before you could protest in any form, not giving you a chance to muster up any possible excuse for him to stay a bit longer.

        And you had to wonder. What made him leave so quickly?

        “So… let me get this straight. You like Rich.”

        “Mmhmm.” 

        “But you also like Jake?” 

        You turned over, resting on your stomach as you watched Christine look through her closet, trying to find a cute shirt. “... Yeah.”

        “Why don’t you tell them that?”

        “Christine-”

        “No, [y/n],” she said, “tell them that you like both of them?”

        “Christiiiine,” you whined, “then I’m gonna ruin everything because they probably don’t even like me or - if they did, I can’t have two boyfriends, can I?” 

       “Who says you can’t?” She shrugged, pulling out a black shirt with flowers on it. “It’s called polyamory-”

        “I know about polyamory,” you cut her off, “but I don’t know about Rich or Jake- I mean, they’d probably laugh at the idea, right?”

        She frowned as she looked back to you, “why don’t you just… ask them?” 

       “Christine-”

        “Just… try?”

        What you didn’t know was that Christine knew. Jake and Rich trusted her enough - and honestly, who didn’t trust Christine? She was an angel and you often considered yourself blessed to be her best friend, honestly. Jake came to her days before you did, mentioning something about how you were cute and vaguely mentioning Rich in the same, love struck way. Rich, on the other hand, had been blunt - asking her for advice straight out only to be told the exact same thing she told you: to talk to both of you.

        The situation was this: you definitely weren’t going to make the first move. That means you had to actually mention the idea and kind of confess your feelings for the both of them and essentially make the first move, which was just a thought that absolutely terrified you. Rich wasn’t going to say anything either - more out of the fact he wasn’t sure how to bring up the idea that he’d basically be down for banging both of you (without saying it like that, since he wasn’t sure how you’d take it considering he was... kinda serious about it) without blurting it out. And Jake wasn’t going to say anything, mainly out of the uncertainty about how to bring up the topic at some point.

        So that left Christine with the decision that she’d try to push the three of you together, with some help. She may have vaguely mentioned the idea to Jeremy, and eventually managed to convince the rest of the group to get on board with this little scheme. They’d find a way to push the three of you together, since it was beginning to get blatantly obvious that there were mutual feelings between the three of you.

        One day, you and Jake and Rich ended up at the mall all at the same time, the rest of the group nowhere to be found. Then one-by-one, texts came in, an excuse given to why the rest of them weren’t there. Sure, it was weird, but Rich won you and Jake stuffed bears out of a claw machine after betting that he could beat the machine, and the three of you ended up getting pretzels so the trip wasn’t a waste at all.

        One night you ended up sitting in Jake’s hotel room with both of them, watching some crappy movie. You forgot about the homework due the next day, the impending weight of a test in a few days or weeks, the world outside passing by. For once, you were content. Rich was happy, his head in your lap as you absentmindedly messed with his hair - which was definitely as soft as you thought it would be, honestly, what is his secret? And Jake had rested an arm around you, pulling you closer to him slightly, his other hand resting near Rich’s. You’d barely remember the movie, as you sort of sunk into Jake, his warmth lulling you to sleep. Rich looked up as he noticed you slowing to a stop, your head resting on Jake’s shoulder. He couldn’t lie - he was pretty sleepy too, but the sight of you snoozing away was adorable.

        The next morning, you woke up tangled up with Rich and Jake, the awkward imprint of a zipper going down one of your cheeks, and Rich’s arms around your waist and his face pressed against your back. You didn’t want to move - the both of them sleeping soundly. So you didn’t - or at least, you avoided moving as much as you could. You only listened - the rise and fall of Jake’s chest underneath you, his breathing soft and quiet, and Rich at your back, shifting in his sleep, snuggling closer to you. Everything felt tranquil, as if the world wasn’t bustling outside with the business of morning. As if the only three people that existed were you and Jake and Rich. You smiled a little - because, well, that was a thought. Eventually you shut your eyes and somehow managed to realize one thing.

        You loved both of them.

        The group was conflicted. Because on one hand, the three of you were extremely close and seemed like everything had been resolved and that this was happening. On the other hand, none of you said a word about any of it. No announcement that hey we’re all dating, that’s cool right of any sort, no kisses, nothing that would give anything away. Because, apparently, you three weren’t dating. No matter how much Rich’s hands rested at you and Jake’s hips, sometimes squeezing gently to get any sort of a reaction from the both of you - usually a gentle nudge from you while Jake would become slightly flustered and glance down to Rich. You had the habit of bringing the two of them little things more often than anyone else - setting down one of Rich’s favorite energy drinks in front of him on the days he needed it, or bringing them both coffee and muffins in the morning. Jake would get invested in what you or Rich was doing - plans, current problems, anything and everything. 

        So then there was a bet. Christine said you weren’t dating officially, and Jeremy sided with her. Jenna had bet that it was just a secret. Michael shrugged and said it hasn’t happened - and after a moment, Brooke agreed. Chloe didn’t bother to look up from her phone, hanging onto every word.

       “Why would they hide it from us?”

       “I dunno, maybe they’re just nervous-”

       “Rich would have blurted it out by now, and [y/n] tells Christine everything.”

       “Exactly!”

       “[y/n] doesn’t tell me everything. She still has her secrets and I have mine-”

       “Christine, we all know that’s bullshit.”

       “Oh my god, they’re dating,” Chloe said, breaking the conversation up, “and Jake’s not going to say anything about it yet because this is new to him. Rich respects that, and [y/n] obviously wants to tell Christine but she doesn’t want to ruin everything. Let. It. Go.”

        The first time Rich had kissed you was after a convention. You had just gotten back to your house, fumbling with yours keys when he had turned you to face him, smashing his lips against yours. Your keys hit the ground, your hands finding their way into his hair and he tugged you closer to him. It was sloppy and quick, but you didn’t care. Thirty minutes later, you were curled up  with your head on his chest and dressed in the softest pajamas, looking up at the phone in his hand as he texted Jake to get his ass over here. 

       The first time you and Jake kissed was the following morning as the two of you were up before Rich and the house was empty, so breakfast seemed like a good idea. Besides, Jake had bragged enough about his boss cooking skills, it was time to put them to the test. So while Jake searched your fridge for ingredients, you sat on the kitchen island, humming as you watched him. At one point the two of you began making small little comments toward each other, before Jake ended up standing between your legs, forehead against yours. You had closed the distance, pressing your lips against his for a quick, gentle kiss.

       A gentle kiss that ended with Jake all but on top of you, hungrily kissing you. Rich swinging into the kitchen was what broke you two up. He chuckled, made some comment as he walked over, getting a quick kiss from Jake - and then another from you - before the three of you teamed up to make breakfast.

       And by team up, you and Rich watched Jake make pancakes.

       The group found out one day when you had accidentally sent a selfie into the group chat, Rich in the background with a dog that was definitely too big to be called a puppy, captioned with “jake our bf is paying more attention to this puppy than me and i dont blame him” and then a quick “ hurry up and get here before we buy a dog love you” before you shoved your phone in your pocket. You realized your mistake the moment there was a symphony of buzzes and chimes, and you saw literally everyone but Jake or Rich.

       “Rich?” You croaked, pulling his attention as your nerves bundled themselves tightly, your hands shaking, “Rich, fuck-”

        He was up and to you within seconds, “babe? You alright?” He said softly, only to look to your phone once you held it up. “Wait-”

       “Rich, Jake didn’t want us to say anything and I fucked up and texted the group chat and not him a-and he’s going to hate me-”

        So Rich did what he could: he called Jake, and within the next hour, the three of you were sitting on the bed in near silence. Phones kept buzzing will calls every so often - Christine being the most predominant of the names that popped up. Jake wrapped an arm around you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He wasn’t mad - you didn’t mean to and he saw how upset you were over the entire thing. Sure, the three of you probably would have waited a lot longer to say anything to the group, but at least that wasn’t a problem anymore, right? That picture of Rich was cute.

       Speaking of Rich, he had been the first one to break, checking his phone. After all, everyone could learn to love the real Richard Goranski and his lovers. Instead of happiness or anger, you and Jake were met with Rich’s silence. When you looked, you saw why.

       First came a chorus of “i knew it” in varying forms, before then there was the realization that none of you had responded. Then the chat turned to love: Christine beginning with saying she supported you three, and then there was just messages upon messages of how they supported the three of you, that they wouldn’t go parading this around the school because who the fuck would do that, that they’d all be here when you all finally decided to say something.

       You had to wonder how you came to have so many people like this in your life. First Christine, who you had years of friendship solidifying your bond stronger than steel. Now you had two boyfriends who you adored more than anything, a constellation of pure love developed between you three as you had nights where you three would just sit around and watch dumb movies and eat pizza while making stupid jokes, or dates around the town where the three of you played Pokemon Go and argued about who’s team was better over lunch. The days where you and Rich would find Jake at work, making jokes about how he worked at Dick’s Sporting Goods (one time of which Jake responded with how Rich is “sporting goods,” which ended that conversation as you laughed and Rich grew flustered) or when you started working at Pinkberry and you had both of them with the rest of the group “bothering” you during work. And dear god, how you loved the rest of the group. They all supported you all, refuting any rumors before they could really take off (especially Jenna and Chloe, the two being extremely fast to stomp out anything before they could really start blazing). The three of you had undying support from them: something you all were grateful for. Heck, you had noticed that Christine had put stars by your, Jake, and Rich’s names. When asked about it, she smiled.

       “You guys are a constellation. That’s what poly relationships are called!”

       For the first time in months, you realized how loved you were. Jake had pressed a gentle kiss to your neck, arms around your torso. Rich pressed a soft, quick kiss to your lips, arms wrapped around you and Jake awkwardly as the three of you laid in near silence, the soft chatter from the TV filling the room.

      “Hey... Rich? Jake?” You mumbled, “I love you.”

       They had both smiled. “We love you too.”

since people wanted me to mention them:

@love-doesnt-discriminate @fly-like-a-grayson @heatherchandlxrs @linslovelylocks @1two-player-game1 

sorry if i forgot anyone!!! this is just based off of the list i have

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[theaterkid821]

Just Plain Mean (Jeremy Heere x Michael Mell x Richard Goranski x Jake Dillinger x Reader)

A/N: Hey all! sorry i haven’t been on in a while, depression is a thing and it has been kicking my ass quite a bit. trying to get back on track with once a week, but we’ll see how that goes but please be patient. Thank you all for sticking with me and love you all!

TW: people being judgmental 

Tags: @whereyoustand @molly-is-here 

You and your boys had been inseparable ever since junior year of high school. You spent as much time in each other’s presence as you could. You graduated together, you made it work in college, and now were living together living your best lives in the city.

It was a sunny spring day, perfect for the five of you to have a picnic in Central Park. You were walking in the street with your boys, holding Michael and Jake’s hands. Jeremy and Rich were up front, discussing some work-related thing that the three of you didn’t really care about, so you held back and talked with each other, enjoying each other’s company.

You got the park right at noon. You were all a little hungry by that point so you set up the blanket and served some lunch. Jeremy smiled at you, “wow (Y/N), you made good sandwiches.”

You smile and laugh a little bit. “Easy on me, it’s not that hard. I made a sandwich, not a fillet mignon.”

“Still, it’s good.”

“Well thanks.” You smile and kiss him on the cheek. This honestly felt too good to be true.

Well, it was. Because a few minutes later a mother and her child walked by. The child looked at you curiously and the mother stared at you all harshly. She turned to her child and pointed at the five of you, “you see them Jess, those are the people we stay away from.”

Rich immediately took offense to this and went to get up but Jake put an arm on his shoulder to sit him back down. “Not worth it,” he says, “if we fight everyone who says a bad thing about us, then we’ll never stop.” Rich nods and sits back down, attempting to cuddle his anger away.

You were trying to not show how much it stung to hear those words, but they really did hurt. You had grown up with people who were very critical of everything you did, so you often got very sensitive about criticism. It had been a little better for a while now, but at this point in time, it was like you were back at the bottom again.

You tried to pretend to be okay, tried to pretend that it didn’t bother you, but your boys always saw right through you, Michael in particular. He was always able to sense your emotions, subtle and not. He took one look at you and said, “you wanna go home?” You couldn’t find the words at the moment, so you settled for nodding. You all cleaned up the picnic fairly quickly and walked back to the house. You tried to keep

Once you got home, you couldn’t even get a few steps in before you broke down crying. Jake was the one next to you and he caught you before you fell to the floor. He grabbed you into his arms and picked you up to bring you to the couch. The boys followed close behind him. Once Jake set you on the couch, you were completely surrounded by the hugs of your boyfriends. You weren’t sure whose shoulder you were crying into, but you were grateful for them. They always made you feel so loved and happy.

“Sorry…” you said, upset that you had ruined your date.

“Hey, you didn’t ruin it. That lady ruined it. You’re good.” Jake said to you, smiling smoothing.

You nod and wipe your eyes, now much happier. It didn’t matter if everyone cared. It didn’t matter if everyone loved you. What mattered is that you loved each other and that’s all you need.

#Be More Chill #be more chill musical #be more chill imagine #jeremy heere x michael mell x reader #rich goranski x jake dillinger x reader

[justabigassnerd]

MUSICAL MASTERLIST

* = Headcannons 

BE MORE CHILL

Cuddling - (Jeremy Heere x reader)*

Nerves - (Jake Dillinger x reader)

Don’t get caught - (Jake Dillinger x Mell!reader)

Te amo - (Rich Goranski x reader)

One step at a time - (Rich Goranski x reader)

NEWSIES

I’m still gonna soak them - (Jack Kelly x sister!reader)

I thought I’d lost ya - (Jack Kelly x sister!reader)

What did ya do to deserve me? - (Jack Kelly x reader) 

It’s a good thing I like you too - (Jack Kelly x reader)

Just my duck - (Jack Kelly x reader)

Dating Jack - (Jack Kelly x Jacobs!reader)*

I owe ya dinner - (Spot Conlon x reader)

Cuddling - (Spot Conlon x reader)*

Youse dating my sister? - (Crutchie Morris x Kelly!reader)

The girl with the saxophone - (Crutchie Morris x reader)

Youse a goirl? - (Race Higgins x reader)

Race has an ace up his sleeve - (Race Higgins x reader)

Finally home - (Race Higgins x sister!reader)

Dating Davey - (Davey Jacobs x Kelly!reader)*

NEXT TO NORMAL

Need help rehearsing? - (Gabe Goodman x reader)

I’m yours - (Gabe Goodman x reader)

Pretend to be my date - (Gabe Goodman x reader)

LES MIS

I will always protect you - (Modern!Enjolras x reader)

#Be More Chill #be more chill headcanon #jeremy heere x reader #rich goranski x reader #jake dillinger x reader #Newsies #newsies headcanons #jack kelly x reader #davey jacobs x reader #crutchie x reader #race higgins x reader #spot conlon x reader #Next to Normal #gabe goodman x reader #Les Miserables #les mis #enjolras x reader #masterlist

[joystick-anon-blog]

This is a call-out post. READ THROUGH IT ALL BEFORE FLIPPING OUT THANKS.

Okay so I know I don’t use this account like ever but I know here I can have my damn voice heard so let’s go people.

Okay for one,

BMC Fans What the Actual Fuck

Okay, I get it, you guys are all upset George said Michael was an ally but like, for one you don’t have to fucking try and kill him. HES A REAL PERSON PEOPLE WITH REAL OPINIONS JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE. Which means he is allowed to have opinions that clash with yours. And I get it alright you’re all dissapointed that he isn’t gay and is just an ally and all that blah blah blah.

But I see people saying things like “Now we don’t have any canon LGBTQ+ person” or “No more LGBTQ+ representation” this but do you guys realize you’re missing out on a;

COMPLETELY CANON LGBTQ+ PERSON???

Yeah Uhm hi! The fuck happened with

Richard “Oh my god I’m totally Bi” Goranski?!

You guys are looking at one character with only two things of LGBTQ+ rep being a rainbow patch and his two gay moms, which if you didn’t already know WERE ADDED LATER INTO THE PLAY. THEY WERENT IN THE ORIGINAL 2015 BMC. And comepletely overlooking a character who literally

COMES OUT AS BI IN EVERY VERSION OF BMC. FROM THE ORIGINAL. TO THE NEW ONES.

Like god I hate some of the people in this fan base because it was always about Michael. Michael this and Michael that. But you guys overlook the actual person who was LGBTQ+ all along. You guys might have “lost” Michael, (even though you didn’t exactly have him, his sexuality was never confirmed unless it was in the books) but you still have LGBTQ+ rep from Rich for a reason. Rich is Bisexual. He’s LGBTQ+.

I mean come on you guys are always fighting and complaining about how “no one thinks bisexual people belong in LGBTQ+ because they can be in heterosexual relationships, but they totally are LGBTQ+” but the minute you guys don’t have a 100% gay character you guys lose your shit about not having any LGBTQ+ rep when the BISEXUAL CHARACTER is still BISEXUAL. The B in LGBTQ+ stands for BISEXUAL, TOO.

You guys complain all the time and fight for the fact Bisexual people belong in and are in the LGBTQ+ community, but the minute you guys lose a ‘Gay’ character and only have the Bi character you’re all like “Uhhhh y’all hear smth?” “Where the LGBTQ+ rep???”

Grow up guys. You still have LGBTQ+ Representation.

Now you can still have your opinions, and can let George have his in peace.

No ones gonna murder/crucify you if you still ship boyf riends, like some of y’all boyf riends shippers would fucking murder and come after anyone else with a different favorite ship (like stage dorks or expensive headphones.) all because it took Michael and Jeremy away from each other.

But the rest of us (and the peaceful Boyf’s shippers) aren’t gonna kill you for still shipping it. Just chill out.

You still have LGBTQ+ rep and you can still ship and say what you want just like the rest of us can say what we want too. Like George.

So do everyone a favor and wipe your eyes and delete your hate and “anti-George” tweets cause nothing is actually changing.

Thanks for coming to my TED Talk.

#boyf riends #be more chill #christine canigula #bmc #michael mell #brooke lohst #x reader #bisexual #bi #richard goranski #jenna rolan #rich goranski #jeremy heere #jake dillinger #chloe valentine #be more chill x reader #bmc x reader

[robo-writes-blog]

✿ with the BMC characters?

✿ - Sex headcanon

Jeremy: a total switch but is surprisingly kinky

Micheal: has totally experimented with camming before

Rich: totally got a exhibition kink

Jake: LOVES AND NEED PRAISE

Chloe: won’t let you touch her hair during sex

Brooke: loves under the cover morning sex

Christine: has sex with her socks on if she’s cold

Jenna: totally loves phone sex

#lime #bmc x reader #be more chill x reader #jeremy heere x reader #jeremy x reader #michael mell x reader #michael x reader #rich goranski x reader #rich x reader #jake dillinger x reader #jake x reader #chloe valentine x reader #Chloe x reader #brooke x reader #brooke lohst x reader #christine x reader #Christine canigula x reader #Jenna x reader #jenna Rolan x reader #ask 🤖 #ask robo

[andrewgarfieldslut]

okay but hear me out:

michael in the bathroom but it’s michael scott from the office (us)

#michael in the bathroom #michael mell #michael scott #the office #the office us #be more chill #be more chill musical #michael mell x reader #michael mell x jeremy heere #the office fanfic #be more chill fanfic #bmc #jeremy heere x reader #rich goranski x reader #jake dillinger x reader #chloe valentine #christine canigula #squip #brooke lohst #jim halpert #dwight schrute #pam beesly #andy bernard #jake dillinger #rich goranski #jim halpert x pam beesly #jeremy heere #post by johnmulaneyslut

[chaoticxgoth]

So, I'm think about writing fanfics, give me some ideas??? #michae

#michael mell x reader #jeremy heere x reader #jake dillinger x reader #rich goranski x reader #be more chill x reader #dear evan hansen x reader #evan hansen x reader #connor murphy x reader #jared kleinman x reader #musicals #oneshots #gay #lgbtqa #biseuxal #panseuxal #loveislove

[jaredkleinmeme]

imagines requests

I know I do a lot of hc requests, but i’m writing a Michael imagine and I thought I might as well write some others! :)

#dear evan hansen #be more chill #evan hansen x reader #connor murphy x reader #jared kleinman x reader #zoe murphy x reader #jeremy heere x reader #michael mell x reader #rich goranski x reader #jake dillinger x reader #chloe valentine x reader #brooke lohst x reader #christine canigula x reader

[wine-anon]

BMC boys reacting to the reader whoms an avenger?

Jeremy: goes really red because he’s overwhelmed by how cool that is but also imagining you in spandex

Michael: yells about how excited he is, he loves the Avengers and totally fanboys at you

Rich: is super shook but totally acts nonchalant, because he ‘totally knew’

Jake: is so impressed, he loves that you’re saving the world but still have time for him

#bmc headcanon #be more chill headcannons #be more chill x reader #Jeremy heere headcanons #michael mell headcanon #rich goranski headcanons #Jake Dillinger headcanon #wine-anon headcanons

[pacman-tattoo]

How about a scenario with Poly rich and Jake and reader where the reader is like 5 ft tall and will literally climb to reach things from high places :0 if you want of course!!

heck yeah i love rich and jake

inspired by personal experience

i noticed theres a pattern with me writing shit and it takes place at like 3 am and honestly its no different here

so anyway imagine having an apartment with jake n rich and its fun times

its like 1 am and u suddenly have a craving for chocolate chip cookies

so u climb out of bed away from ur sleepy boyfriends and go and luckily u have one of those mixes for cookies so Less Effort

so u get everything u need

except for a mixing bowl

its too high

gdi

this is why u usually let jake do the baking because he can reach shit….

that will not stop u tho

ur craving for cookies is stronger

so u end up stacking up textbooks n shit to stand on because being short sucks

that or these cabinets are too fuckn high

both. its both actually

ur practically on the counter when u manage to grab the bowl u need

only it slips

and falls

and so do u

next thing u know u have rich n jake awake like ‘wtf- are you okay??’

‘why are u awake’

‘i had a Need for cookies’

sounds reasonable 

u go back to bed anyway tho

jake promises to bake cookies tomorrow

sweet boyfriends

rich is like “did u seriously climb onto the counter-” “yes. shut up. ur taller than me”

there is good cuddling and its v warm and nice but still… u crave the cookies…..

but u know what cookies are? 

soft and warm and sweet

u know whats also soft and warm and sweet?

jake and rich

so u basically got what u wanted except ur hunger isnt satisfied. 

close enough

#anonymous #bean writes things #be more chill #bmc #be more chill x reader #bmc x reader #be more chill reader insert #bmc reader insert #jake dillinger x reader #rich goranski x reader #jake dillinger #rich goranski #jake dillinger headcanon #rich goranski headcanon #i love these boys #i wanna write a fic for em someday #jake dillinger x reader x rich goranski #rich goranski x reader x jake dillinger #very specific tags. #reader x cookies at 1 am tho otp am i right

[be-more-heidi-hansen]

Play Rehearsal (Christine Canigula X Female!Reader)

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: cursing, bi female reader? wlw christine? do these count as warnings?

(A/N): nobody requested this but i love christine and couldn't help myself. also reader is bi.

(f/fy/f) means (favorite froyo flavor) btw

ALSO ALSO i added evan because i love him too. the phrase "I'm a froyo virgin" was taken from a fic I read a WHILE ago and still to this day think is so something christine would say dfghsdf. enjoy, and if you really like it, consider liking/reblogging! it would be really appreciated!

forever taglist: @dani-garb @anxiousankylosaurus

~

You were at play rehearsal at Middleborough High, working on props, paintbrush in hand. You were supposed to be painting a backdrop for scene four, but instead you were standing and watching a particular actress talk to your friend, Jeremy.

Christine Canigula was probably the prettiest girl you'd ever laid eyes on, despite the fact that she wasn't even ranked second prettiest in the school's eyes. No, that place was reserved for Brooke Lohst, who was second only to Chloe Valentine.

So no, by unanimous decision of everyone else at Middleborough, Christine wasn't the prettiest in school, or even second prettiest. But she definitely was to you. She was sweetly dorky, excitable, and easily the cutest person ever. And, sadly, you really liked her. And you were sure it showed, at least a little.

Back to the present. You were admiring Christine from afar, watching as she smiled and conversed with Jeremy, probably about the play, or how excited she was about rehearsal. You were so distracted, you didn't notice someone walking up behind you.

"You are so gay for her." Michael said through a laugh, clapping a hand on your shoulder. You jumped, startled, and swatted his hand away. "Dude, you scared the shit out of me. And no, I'm not!" you huffed, looking anywhere but Michael's smug-ass face. "You totally are." he insisted, and you rolled your eyes, smiling a little.

He was right, unfortunately. You had a big, very-not-straight crush on the bubbly theater girl who was no longer talking to Jeremy, and instead was currently practicing her lines, dramatically. "Okay, maybe a little." you admitted, seeing Christine pout after fumbling a line two times in a row.

Michael laughed. "Then why don't you tell her?" he said, and you looked back at him with an incredulous expression. "Oh, I dunno, maybe 'cause she probably doesn't like girls?" Michael scoffed.

"You really are a clueless lesbian." he joked, and you laughed. "I'm not a lesbian, dummy. I just happen to like girls. And guys. And I also just happen to be very clueless. Sue me." you shrugged, and Michael shook his head. "What are you talking about, anyway?" you asked, and Michael pointed at Christine.

"You never noticed the rainbow patch she has on her jacket?" He said. You squinted and saw that Christine did, in fact, have a rainbow patch on her jean jacket.

Your jaw dropped. "How the fuck did I not notice that?" you asked yourself, and Michael shrugged. "Like I said. Clueless lesbian." you gave him a look and he quickly corrected himself. "Clueless bisexual." you nodded appreciatively, laughing.

"I'm gonna tell her how I feel after rehearsal." you declared confidently, and Michael grinned proudly at you. "I'm rooting for you. You'd make a cute couple." you flushed pink at the thought. "Thanks, Mike." you said, and he nodded before turning and walking away. You could hear him telling Rich that the word 'fuck' was not in the script and that he shouldn't pretend it was while practicing his lines.

Taking one last look at Christine, you let out a breath and turned around, continuing your work painting the backdrop.

~

Rehearsal was over, and you were officially terrified. You watched Christine grab her backpack and begin to head out. Your head whipped around to find Michael, who gave you an encouraging thumbs-up. You decided it was now or never.

"Hey, Christine!" you called, holding a hand out as if that would telekinetically make her freeze. She stopped, turning around to face you with a smile on her face. "Hey, (Y/N)!" she chirped, eyebrows raised expectantly. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself.

"So, I was wondering if you'd wanna go hang out at Pinkberry? Right now?" she smiled wider, adjusting her backpack over her shoulders. "Sure! Let's go!"

~

As you parked your car, you took a silent, deep breath. Christine quickly unbuckled her seat belt and stepped out of the car, waiting for you. You wiped your sweaty hands frantically over your jeans. Once you were sure they were dry, or at least less moist than before, you stepped out of the car.

"I wonder how many flavors they have?" Christine asked, and you glanced at her, surprised. "Haven't you been here before?" you questioned, and Christine looked over at you before dramatically putting the back of her hand to her forehead like she was feeling faint.

"You caught me! I'm a froyo virgin!" she wailed, and you felt heat rise to your face as people around you turned and stared. "That's okay, Chris, I'm sure you'll love it." you assured, chuckling. She laughed with you and you both headed inside.

Standing at the register was a kind-looking boy with dirty blonde hair. He was picking at his nails anxiously. When the two of you reached the counter, he jolted as if he hadn't noticed either of you come in.

"O-oh, hi. I'm sorry, I was just- I mean, I don't want to seem rude or anything, like I was ignoring you or-or something, I just kinda zoned out, y'know?" he rambled, looking more and more flustered. You weren't sure what to say. The three of you stood in silence for a few beats.

"Uh- um, I mean- welcome to Pinkberry, what would you like?" he asked, and you quickly glanced down at his nametag. Evan.

"Well, Evan, I'd like a (f/fy/f). What would you like, Christine?" you gestured to the large menu above both of your heads. She stared rather intensely at the menu for a moment. "Hmmm..... I think I'll try what you got, (Y/Y/N)!" she chirped, and Evan nodded, ringing the two of you up. You quickly pulled out your wallet at the same time Christine did.

"I got it, Chris." you assured, and Christine huffed. "(Y/N), no way! I can pay for my own froyo, silly." she tried to hand a few bills to Evan, but you blocked her hand. "It's no problem, Chris. Froyo isn't super expensive." she tried to act annoyed but you could see the small smile on her face as she put her bills back in her wallet reluctantly. "Okay."

While the both of you waited, Christine went to find a booth. "Y-you guys make a cute couple." Evan remarked, having come back with your frozen yogurt. Startled, you blushed and stuttered like he had only minutes before.

"We- uh, we're just friends." Evan's eyes widened. "Oh! I'm sorry, it's just that you guys are really close and you just kinda give off that vibe, if that makes sense? I don't know that probably sounds really weird and-" "Evan," you interrupted his increasingly nervous ramblings. "It's fine. I mean... I see where you'd get that idea. I really like her, actually." Evan smiled softly, handing you your froyo. "Well, I hope you guys end up together. Enjoy your yogurt." you grabbed them from his hands, smiling softly. "Thanks, Evan."

~

When you reached the table, Christine was reading a book titled Will in the World: How Shakespeare Became Shakespeare. You placed her froyo in front of her and her head shot up from her book. She smiled and put it away in her backpack. "Thanks." she grabbed her spoon and took a small taste. Her eyes widened and her brows raised in an expression of surprise "This is so good!" she exclaimed. "I don't know why I've never been here, I don't live that far." she remarked, and you chuckled. "I told you." you smiled.

You two had a steady conversation going a few minutes later until Christine suddenly trailed off, squinting and looking off into space like she was in deep thought. You stared at her in confusion, debating whether or not you should wave your hand in front of her face. Before you had the chance to say, 'Earth to Christine?' she spoke.

"Where was I?" she muttered, still looking deep in thought. You just chuckled. "Shakespeare." you supplied, and Christine's face lit up. "Oh, right!" she exclaimed, and continued talking about how fascinating it was that nobody actually knew when Shakespeare was born.

'God, she's so cute.' you thought, and when Christine paused again, you thought it was because she had forgotten what she was gonna say again. You were about to supply her, once again, with 'Shakespeare.' when you looked up and stopped short. Her face was slightly red, eyes wide.

"What? Is there something on my face?" you asked, wondering what she was thinking. "You think I'm cute?" she asked, and you froze. Shit, did you say that out loud? "Shit, did I say that out loud?" Christine nodded. When she continued to stare at you, you realized she had asked you a question. "Uh, yeah. I think you're, uh, really cute, actually." she beamed at you, face now a soft pink.

"I think you're cute, too." she said quietly, and you felt heat rise to your face. "I- uh..." you trailed off, not knowing how to continue the conversation. The two of you sat in silence for a few moments, blushing and smiling. Suddenly you waved your hands as if to clear the air.

"Listen- I meant to ask you here on a date, but I kinda wussed out last second." Christine's eyes widened. "Really?" she asked, and you shrugged sheepishly.

"Yeah, I kind of.... no, actually, I really like you." you corrected yourself, and Christine smiled so wide you felt your stomach twist with delight.

Christine's face turned bashful suddenly. "So....do you want to go out?" she asked, and you sat there, shocked for a moment. "I- uh- yes! Yeah, definitely!" you exclaimed, a little embarrassed at your obvious excitement. Christine giggled lightly.

You two ate your froyo in silence for a few moments before Christine reached over cautiously, taking your hand in hers. Your eyes widened in surprise before you gripped her hand back.

Suddenly, movement from the corner of your eye caught your attention. You glanced over to see the cashier Evan giving you an awkward smile and a thumbs up. You smiled back at him, holding in a small laugh of giddiness.

~

Once the two of you were done, you drove Christine home. Before she stepped out of the car, she seemed to make a split-second decision, leaning over and pressing a kiss to your cheek. "Bye, (Y/N)!" she exclaimed before hopping out of the car and shutting the door, turning around briefly to wave at you.

You sat still in shock for a moment, heat rising to your face. A wide smile overtook your face as you drove away. The second you got home you whipped out your phone to text Michael.

(y/n): !!!!!!

michael: im guessing the date went well??

(y/n): guess who has a new girlfriend

michael: fucking superb, you funky little bisexual

You snorted. God, were you gay for Christine Canigula.

#bmc #be more chill #michael mell #jeremy heere #jake dillinger #rich goranski #christine canigula #christine canigula x reader #my garbage #abby writes #not requested

[justabigassnerd]

One step at a time

Pairing - Rich x Squipped!reader

Word count - 2,554 

Warnings - swearing, mentions of bullying

A/N - Ya girl got struck by inspiration the other day about a Rich x reader where it’s basically the plot of BMC but the reader is the one who gets the SQUIP. Not Rich and this is what emerged. Please feel free to send in more requests as y’all have great ideas and I want to get my drive back. 

EDIT - I was unsatisfied with the original ending for this fic so I added some more onto the end (I apologise) but enjoy the new and improved ending : )

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When people mentioned iconic friendships at your school, people would say, Jeremy and Michael, Chloe and Brooke and finally you and Jake. But what people didn’t know that in freshman year before people even knew you existed and before you became popular, you were best friends with Rich Goranski. You and Rich had been friends since you first moved to New Jersey, your parents quickly became friends with his parents and you two were brought up together, you did almost everything together. When you started high school you two stuck together as much as you could to avoid harassment from the people who had quickly become popular and were starting to pick on people. You knew you shouldn’t have let it get to you because you had a friend like Rich to support you through everything but soon the bullying became too much and you started to search for ways to help improve your status in school, you caught wind of a pill called a SQUIP which contained a supercomputer that would help you with anything you wanted it to. You managed to get a hold of one and that night alone in your room, without telling Rich, you took the pill with some Mountain Dew to start your new ‘cooler’ life. The next day, Rich went to your house to walk to school with you like he always did, but when he knocked at your door your mum opened the door and looked at Rich apologetically.

“I’m sorry Rich, y/n has already gone to school, I thought she was meeting you at your house.” She says, Rich is taken aback at that, you always waited for him at your house or you would text him saying that you were coming to his if he was running late. Rich thanked your mother before turning away from the door and starting the walk to school by himself for the first time. When Rich arrived at school you barely noticed him for the entire day, at lunch he went to sit with you but when he saw you sat with Jake, Chloe, Jenna and Brooke he quickly turned around and tried to find somewhere else to sit. That’s when Jeremy and Michael noticed the short boy trying to manoeuvre his way through the crowd of tall teens with his tray and they took pity on him and invited him to sit at their table with them. The two had often noticed you and Rich hanging out together at lunch and wondered why you weren’t sat together now.

“I don’t know, she didn’t wait to walk to school with me this morning and now she’s sat with the popular kids, I don’t know what happened to her.” Was Rich’s only response to the question asked.

Now you are all in your junior year and Rich had watched as you and Jake grew as close as you and him once were and it broke his heart every time he saw you two messing about in the hallway together, Rich had always had feelings for you since you had been friends for so long and even though you suddenly stopped talking to him for no reason, his feelings never vanished. Rich now hung out with Jeremy and Michael, being grateful that they showed pity on the day you first ditched him and invited him to sit with them. The three got along well but Rich couldn’t help but miss you whenever he saw you in the hallways, but you acted like he never existed. One day, your SQUIP told you to approach Jeremy Heere and tell him about him getting a SQUIP of his own. You corner him after play rehearsal, which both you and Jake signed up for, and tell him about how amazing having a SQUIP is.

“So that’s why you ditched Rich? For a SQUIP?” Jeremy asks, you feel your heart pang at the mention of you old best friend, you would be lying if you said you didn’t have feelings for him but your SQUIP convinced you that you didn’t need him.

“I didn’t intend to ditch him, I only did it because my SQUIP said I had to, it said it was the sacrifice I had to make for popularity.” You say and although Jeremy is skeptical and angry because of what you did to Rich he’s still curious as to what a SQUIP could do.

“One more thing, getting a SQUIP is a one-way ticket to getting the girl of your dreams, I’ve seen the way you look at Christine.” You say, quickly making Jeremy flustered but also more interested in getting a SQUIP. You tell Jeremy how much a SQUIP is and he runs off excitedly. As soon as Jeremy’s gone you feel a shock travel down your spine.

“Stop thinking about Rich, you are more, and you are better, you don’t need him, he’s a link to y/n 1.0, must I turn on optic nerve blocking again?” Your SQUIP growls, making you nervous.

“Rich was my best friend, I just like seeing him, it’s reassuring.” You reply, avoiding looking at your SQUIP which has taken a physical form in front of you.

“It’s reassuring? You have friends, Jake, Chloe, Jenna, Brooke, they’re all your friends, not Rich.” The SQUIP says before demanding you go home. Over the weeks your SQUIP started to crack down on you, any time you thought about Rich, you got a shock, anytime you looked at Rich, you got a shock. It even started to turn on optic nerve blocking when you thought about Rich too much. Soon, the time came for Jakes Halloween party since his parents weren’t home. You had helped Jake organise the whole event and when the party started you were enjoying yourself, dancing with Brooke, Jake and Jenna while Jeremy had disappeared with Chloe somewhere, making Jake increasingly on edge and irritable. Jake soon went upstairs, followed by Brooke, leaving just you and Jenna. Upstairs, Jeremy had just escaped a furious Jake, who had caught Chloe kissing him on his parents’ bed. He locked himself in the bathroom and was shocked to find both Rich and Michael hiding in the bathroom. The two told him about how they found out about someone going insane trying to get their SQUIP out, Jeremy paid no mind to their warnings and tried to leave, being blocked by them both, since Jeremy was slightly intoxicated, his SQUIP was not working leaving him to make the most difficult decision of his life.

“Get out of my way, losers.” He growls at them before barging past and leaving the room. Meanwhile, you were downstairs trying to hunt down some Mountain Dew Red, your SQUIP had been tormenting you for too long and you wanted it to end, you yelled at people, shouting that you just wanted some Mountain Dew Red and all you got was drunken laughs and stares, since you were also slightly drunk your SQUIP had no control over your actions, leading you to a separate room away from the party and you find a lighter.

“I’m sorry Rich, this is for the best.” You whisper, before lighting a fire.

The next day, Rich and Michael go to school and they hear a large commotion coming from the area where both yours and Rich’s lockers are, leading them quickly over to that area where they see Chloe and Brooke sticking a large ‘Get Well Soon y/n’ banner on your locker.

“Wait, what happened?” Rich asked nervously, his heart beating ten times faster than it usually does out of fear for his best friend.

“Oh, you didn’t hear? y/n set fire to Jake’s house and she’s now in hospital.” Jenna says dismissively, as if she doesn’t even care about what she just said. Rich looks at Michael with tear filled eyes, his best friend was in hospital and there was nothing he could do about it. Rich spent the whole day staring at the clock, willing it to go faster. The second the bell rang to signal the end of the day Rich darted out of the school building as quickly as he could, and Michael gave him a lift to the hospital where he asked to see you. The nurse told him which room you were in and we located it as quickly as possible. When he entered your room, his heart shattered into a million pieces, he saw you laid on the hospital bed in a full body cast, he sat down on a chair next to you and felt some tears fall down his face. He felt so helpless, if he had been a better friend to you, you wouldn’t have gotten a SQUIP and you wouldn’t have burned down Jake’s house and you wouldn’t be in a hospital bed right now. Rich took your hand lightly and apologised over and over while he cried. Before long, your eyes fluttered open and Rich sat up straight, almost in shock.

“Rich?” You croak out, unable to believe that he’s by your side right now, after all you’ve done to him.

“It’s me, I’m here.” He says reassuringly, causing you to burst into tears, the guilt of what you did finally catching up to you, now that you no longer had your SQUIP you were suddenly aware of your shitty actions. Rich gently takes your hand again and rubs his thumb over your knuckles while shushing you gently.

“I’m so sorry.” You sob, unable to look him in the eyes after all you did to him.

“Hey, I don’t care what you did, I knew that wasn’t really you, it was your SQUIP.” Rich whispers reassuringly, soothing you. After you calmed down, you got the guts to ask Rich why he was here seeing you.

“You’re my best friend y/n/n, what you did doesn’t matter to me, I’ll always be there for you.” Rich says, smiling shyly at you, a faint pink blush washing across his cheeks.

“Ok, Rich this may sound really weird and stop me when you want but I need to say this, I like you, like more than a friend, since freshman year and I thought the SQUIP was going to help me gain your attention but it made me choose other guys, I’m sorry, I’ve just fucked up our entire friendship more than I already have-” You’re suddenly cut off by Rich pressing his lips to yours, you melt into the kiss and you longed to wrap your arms around him but you couldn’t since you were in a full body cast. When you pull away for air your smile at each other widely.

“So, would you like to be my girlfriend… thing?” Rich asks, scratching the back of his head awkwardly, you smile and nod.

“I would love to be your girlfriend thing.” Rich smiles widely and pecks your lips once more before starting to tell you about his two friends Jeremy and Michael who looked after him when you first got the SQUIP, you watch intently as he explains everything they did together and you wonder to yourself how you got so lucky with this boy and while things had been shitty for the last couple of years, having Rich back by your side again is going to help everything get better, one step at a time.

By the time you were finally better and ready to go back to school, Jeremy’s SQUIP had tried to take over the school but Michael managed to save everyone because of his love of old discontinued drinks. When you went back to school for the first time, you were petrified to say the least. You were covered in scars from the burns from the fire. Rich met you at your house and saw you tugging on a hoodie to cover the scars on your arms and he smiles kindly at you.

“If anyone says anything, just let me know, I’ll beat them up for you.” Rich says, winking at the end of his sentence causing you to laugh slightly at the thought of your boyfriend who is 5”5’ trying to beat up someone taller than him. You two head off to school and when you arrive you are greeted by Jeremy and Michael who welcome you back with large hugs despite you not knowing each other that well. When you entered the school, you felt the stares and the whispers as you walked down the hallway.

“Didn’t she set fire to Jake’s house? Who let her back in? She might burn down the school.” You felt Rich tighten his grip around your waist as he heard the girls snickering to each other silently. Rich glared at the girls and they just scoffed and continued chatting to each other. Once you both got your stuff from your lockers you head to your homeroom and the first thing you see when you enter is: Jenna, Chloe, Brooke, Christine and Jake holding a large banner that says ‘WELCOME BACK Y/N!’ your eyes widen and you cover your mouth in shock, tears welling up in your eyes at the sight of your friends welcoming you back so warmly even after what you did. When they put the banner down to greet you with hugs you notice Jake is on crutches with two broken legs, once you’ve hugged everyone you head over to Jake to make things easier for him.

“I caused that didn’t I?” You whisper, looking from his legs up to his face where his eyes have softened, and he pulls you into a hug.

“It’s not your fault, it was your SQUIP wasn’t it? Don’t you dare blame yourself for this, I couldn’t just leave you to die in that fire, I just couldn’t.” Jake says, tightening the hug slightly. You were shocked when Jake revealed that he rescued you from his burning house. You set his house on fire and he still risked his life to save you, you’ve potentially fucked up his entire athletic career because you setting the fire caused him to break both of his legs. You feel your eyes welling up with tears as you hug Jake back tightly.

“I’m so sorry Jake.” You say, squeezing your eyes shut and allowing some tears to seep out before you two release each other from the hug.

“It’s ok, I’m just glad you’re ok, when I first got you out of there, I couldn’t do anything because of my legs, I freaked out so bad y/n, but the main thing is we’re both alive and kicking.” Jake says, a smile working its way back onto his face. You step back away from Jake and Rich is right back your side again and wraps his arm back around your waist, causing everyone to notice it and bombard you with questions. You two answer as many as you can before lessons start, with the promise to your friends of explaining everything at lunch. When lunch rolled around, both you and Rich located your friends and sat with them, you let Rich explain the story as you watch as his eyes light up whenever he mentions you making your heart flutter, you thank god for a lot of things, your friends being one of them, and your amazing boyfriend Rich Goranski being the other.

#Be More Chill #be more chill imagine #rich goranski #rich goranski x reader #jeremy heere #michael mell #jake dillinger #jake dillinger x reader #christine canigula #the squip #bmc squip #squip squad #bmc musical #bmc imagine #bmc michael #bmc jeremy #bmc rich #bmc jake

[marrymebroadway]

can you do Rich and reader on a first date..? or if not with him other BMC characters...

of course!! i just went ahead and did this with the bmc main boys

Jeremy: Jesus hes nervous. He’ll try to dress nicely and wear cologne, but once he actually sees you his whole “Presentable cool guy” thing falls apart a little.  He’ll stutter a lot and make jokes he thinks are stupid tripping over himself to impress you, but you think its just cute that hes so sweet about it.  He’ll take you to coffee and then walk you home :’) hes too nervous to kiss you on the first date though aw

Michael: Hes sort of trying to blow off how excited he is and feign confidence but you can tell by the sparkle in his eyes that hes so in love already.  Hes blown away by how gorgeous you look, complimenting you and joking about how lucky he is.  He’ll take you for sushi then to an arcade

Rich: Rich is his usual confident self but hes so humbled when youre around.  He’ll be nearly speechless as you great him with a kiss on the cheek, blushing and laughing it off.  He feels immediately as if you are far too special for him and will disregard him, but you love the way he is in his cockiness and gentle spirit. He would take you to stargaze and watch a drive in movie and make out with you in the front seat of his car during the boring scenes

Jake: Jake is excited to see you, but still relaxed and calm. Being around you makes him feel even calmer and safer than he usually is, so he sheds his cool exterior around you.  He invites you over to his house for a movie and the two of you cuddle a lot more than planned

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Masterlist!

Now you don’t have to scroll!! There are trigger warnings listed before each fic begins, but if you have any questions, feel free to shoot me an ask! The fics are listed from most recent to least recent. 

WORKS IN PROGRESS

Last Updated: 11/26/2019

Jeremy Heere x Reader 

Author’s Commentary Can’t Help Falling in Love (Part 15 Supplement) Teaser To All of You (Part 1) Fake Happy (Part 2) Santa Monica Dream (Part 3) Youth (Part 4) You Matter to Me (Part 5) Numbers (Part 6) Surround You (Part 7) All I Do is Dream (Part 8) Obstacles (Part 9) Face Down (Acoustic) (Part 10) Skinny Love (Part 11) Distance (Part 12) In My Blood (Part 13) Oh What a Day (Part 14) Alone/With You (Part 15) Mountains (Part 16) Send My Love (To Your New Lover) (Part 17) Nobody Needs to Know (Part 18) She Used to Be Mine (Part 19) Prom Queen (Part 20) Hey #3/Perfect for You (Reprise) (Part 21)  It Only Takes a Taste (Part 22) The Dark I Know Well (Part 23) WHEN I WAS OLDER (Part 24) Conspiracy (Part 25)

“100% THE GAME LOSERS”

Michael Mell x Reader

Compromised Retrograde

A Heinous Night (Part 2) (Part 3)

Worth It

Rich Goranski x Reader

Punk Rock Punches (Part 2)

Jake Dillinger x Reader

Prince Charming

Christine Canigula x Reader

Quiet Destruction

Connor Murphy x Reader

Chiaroscuro Portraiture

Don’t Scare Me Like That Again

The Lady of Shalott

Jared Kleinman x Reader

From Lions to Lambs 

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