9 Bookmarks by onlyindreamz
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Jeremy's Book of Stuff He Can't Remember by kohzze
Fandoms: Be More Chill - Iconis/Tracz
18 May 2019
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Michael gives Jeremy a notebook to help him with his memory problems, and that's what Jeremy uses it for. At first.
(Russian translation by wallie.txt on fibook.net available!)
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- Part 3 of Side Effects
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19 May 2019
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Jeremy starts to notice weird side effects of being Squipped. The trouble is, he isn't Squipped anymore, so why is it still affecting him like this?
(Russian translation by wallie.txt on fibook.net available!)
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- Part 2 of Side Effects
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17 May 2019
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Jeremy's just gotten out of the hospital, and Michael has a lot to think about regarding that whole situation. But Michael doesn't want to unpack that just yet, so in the meantime he'll avoid it by cleaning the house. After all, he can always deal with it later.
And then the doorbell rings, and later arrives sooner than Michael anticipated.
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11 May 2019
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The SQUIP was gone. Jeremy apologized. Michael saved him. Everything was supposed to be back to normal.
But it wasn't.
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21 Apr 2019
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the phrase "feelings jam" is the best
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Let's Get One Thing Straight. (I'M NOT) by zellymaybloom
Fandoms: Be More Chill - Iconis/Tracz
29 May 2017
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Y'all seen those sweaters?? The Gay Ones?? Like... "Sounds Gay. I'm in." and all that? Michael comes out by wearing different ones for an entire week.
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21 Apr 2019
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one of the first be more chill fics i've ever read!
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Jeremy is straight. Painfully so. He's a naturally affectionate person with Michael, given that they're so close, and it was a real problem at first. It's not completely unheard of that Jeremy would grab his hand to lead him somewhere, or rest his head in Michael's lap and grin fondly at him, only to immediately after start ranting about something cute Christine did or whining about how he'll never get a girlfriend. For a little while, it drove Michael insane, the constant physical contact that gave him false hope. Now, though, he's used to it. It doesn't mean anything, so he just plays along. Friends just do stuff like that sometimes, right? The affection is just part of who Jeremy is. He stopped blushing at it a long time ago.
Which is why he doesn't think anything of it when Jeremy starts doing all these small physical contacts. Maybe he should have.
(Also known as the fic where Michael's so used to Jeremy obliviously doing affectionate things and dismissing it as 'oh, but he's straight' that he doesn't realize Jeremy thinks they're dating.)
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When Michael and Jeremy stumble upon an abandoned Key Food, it becomes a second home to them all throughout their high school years, housing confessions, internal battles, and generous amounts of weed.
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01 Feb 2019
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“M—” Words are so hard and it feels like warfare but he can’t be so pathetic as to leave them both to the silence. “Morning.”
“It’s actually almost noon,” Michael says, not unkindly, but Jeremy feels cold shame pool in his gut anyway. “But that’s okay! It is! What’s a teenager without their whack sleeping habits, yeah? We can’t just leave hibernation to the bears, right?”
“I wasn’t sleeping.”
“That’s okay too.”
“I don’t—I don’t think it is.”
(Jeremy has trouble getting out of bed.)
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01 Feb 2019
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See, just a few hours ago in the hallway, Jeremy may have told a little tiny lie to Jake. Just a casual, offhand comment in reply to Jake’s casual, offhand, “Yo, just curious, but have you ever had sex?”
It’s a question so out of the left field that Jeremy practically has no choice but to answer, “Pfft, yeah, of course.”
It's all downhill from there.
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The rumor-filled totally false account of how Jeremy Heere allegedly slept with basically everybody.
