#bmc tickle fic

[bmeef-jermky]

Accusations (Michael/Jeremy)

A/N — ignore the fact I haven’t posted a tickle fic in like almost a year LMAO

“You’re literally so ticklish.” Michael hummed and gently lifted up his head to look up at Jeremy from his quite comfortable position between his legs.

Jeremy’s face felt warm as he glared down at Michael, only half as intimidating as intended. “I’m not even that much. You’re overexaggerating it!”

“Was I overexaggerating it that time we were trying to practice dancing?”

It had been a few days before some school dance in sixth grade. Normally, Jeremy wouldn’t have even thought about going to one, but he wanted to at least try and see what one was really like.

That’s how Michael and him decided to practice dancing for it, not taking it too seriously at all. Until they jokingly tried a waltz and Jeremy would start giggling and squirming at Michael’s hands on his hips.

There was more to that memory, but Jeremy got distracted from it by a gentle squeeze being delivered to his side.

“Hey!” Jeremy squeaked out and grabbed Michael’s wrist quickly, face now going from warm to hot. “First of all, ‘overexaggerating’ wouldn’t even be how you’d say that.”

“Deflecting much?” Michael teased with a smirk as he gently lifted up Jeremy’s shirt.

The anticipation and tips of Michael’s fingers resting on his tummy seemed to break the giggle dam for Jeremy. “Michael!”

“Hey, I’m not tickling you.” He pointed out, resting his head back down on its original place on Jeremy’s tummy before the whole ticklish argument started.

Jeremy played with Michael’s hair, still coming down from his giggle fit as he played with the boy’s hair. “You knew what you were doing.”

“Nope.” Michael lied, eyes closed as he laid oh so comfortably on his dear Jeremy. He was laying the side of his head on Jeremy’s tummy, ear pressed against it.

“Michael, I love you, but this is making me feel pregnant.”

“How the fuck..?” Michael opened his eyes and moved his head to look at Jeremy again, now frowning. “You ruined the moment.”

“First of all, you ruined it first by throwing around these being ticklish accusations. Second of all, because it feels like you’re trying to listen to my nonexistent baby.”

“Well, to address your second comment first, if I were to lay down with my face directly on your tummy for a long time, I would suffocate and die.”

Jeremy’s tummy did somersaults as Michael poked his side with a smile.

“As for the first comment? That accusation can kind of be proven with this.”

And that’s how the giggle dam was broken once again with Michael’s blowing a raspberry on Jeremy’s tummy.

[amazingmsme]

Omg I just got into bmc

Any hcs you got?

Aaahhh I’m so happy you found it, it’s such a fun show! It’s been a very hot sec since I’ve done anything for it, but I do have a lil somethin’ somethin’

So I could’ve sworn I had more headcanons on my blog, but when I was really into it I didn’t really have the following I have now & people never really asked for many headcanons (or I got distracted by life & never got around to answering all of them, I’m still so sorry if that happened to you I promise you it keeps me awake at night)

BUT I have this from an ask game, & an angsty Rich headcanon here & a handful of fics! Idk how the formatting looks for other people, but when I started, I used to upload my fics from my phone. Then tumblr updated after a few years & completely butchered the formatting on every. Single. Fic. From back in the day. Unless they get reblogged, then the original formatting is bestowed back to them

But onto some real headcanons!

Jeremy loves to use his height to his advantage against Michael. He’ll put shit on the tallest shelf, he’ll steal his phone & play keep away, he’s honestly such a lil shit. But when Michael gets fed up all he has to do is give a few pokes & he’s crumbling to the ground

Both Michael & Jeremy tickle each other to cheat at video games ALL THE TIME! Especially during something like Mario kart

Michael will sometimes keep one earbud in while Jeremy’s talking & doesn’t really pay that much attention, & when Jeremy notices he always pretends to be madder than he is before wrecking him

Hope these can tide you over for the time being!

[awkwardlyflustered]

New Looks, New Teases

A/N: Alright, so I’m still trying to remember how to write and a certain someone gave me another idea for a really cute, quick fic. So now, at 2 in the motherfucking morning I’m going to indulge myself because productivity likes to hit at weird times. Enjoy.

Michael stared at himself in the mirror for a few more minutes. He twirled himself around, admiring his new crop top. He’d been wanting one forever and he finally gave in and bought himself a gorgeous one with orcas on it. The smile stretched from ear to ear as he went downstairs to show off his new look.

As cheekily as he possibly could he laid himself on his boyfriend’s lap, stretching out as much as he could, revealing his adorable, slightly pudgy stomach.

“Heeeeeeeey Jaaaaaake,” he drew out, his smile only growing wider when the taller one cocked his eyebrows.

“New shirt babe?” Michael nodded excitedly, slightly squirming from joy.

“Mhmm! You like it?”

“Oh I love it darling… especially because it’s much easier for me to do this,” Jake responded casually as he scooped his boyfriend’s wrists up in his hands and hoisted them high above his head. Michael squirmed from side to side, making no move to try to escape, overjoyed at the fact that he was getting exactly what he wanted. Jake chuckled at Michael, adoring how fucking adorable he is.

“You know you’re just too damn cute. You knew exactly what you were doing, didn’t you?” Michael blushed but still nodded enthusiastically. “Of course you did, I love you so much,” Jake finished the sentence off by leaning down and kissing Michael before allowing his free hand to scribble along the gamer’s stomach. The only catch was he didn’t stop kissing Michael when he started tickling. Michael immediately erupted into a fit of giggles, but still did his best to keep his lips locked onto Jake’s. Jake smirked at him before teasing, “Michael, stop laughing, I’m trying to kiss you. You’re making that very difficult.” Michael glared the best that he could, but the fact that he immediately tried burying his face into his arm at the same time didn’t do a whole lot to assist him in that.

“I can’t get over how adorable it is that you want me to tickle this adorable tummy of yours this much, completely unprotected.”

“Nohohoho teasihihihing.”

“Oh? Alright I can do that,” Jake replied with a smirk, knowing exactly how mean he was being. Michael whined through his laughter, kicking his feet out when Jake gently dug in. “What? You said you didn’t want me to tease, so I won’t.” Michael shook his head, putting on the most pleading face that he could while a smile was stretched across it. Jake just scoffed at him and ruffled his hair, letting go of his wrists.

“You’re too cute teddy bear.” Michael blushed at the nickname, sitting up and burying his face into Jake’s shoulder.

“You know how I wore this to get my tummy tickled right?”

“Mhmm?” Michael smirked and looked at Jake’s tank top.

“So does that mean you wore this to…” Michael couldn’t even finish before Jake had his arms clamped to his side and he was frantically calling out, “No no no no no no no Michael don’t I swear no no no no…”

[secretly-tword-obsessed]

SQUIP Knows All

Just a short fic inspired by an idea I saw from  @shyleeswitch

Fandom: Be More Chill

Warnings: A bad word, voices in head

Key: Caps means the SQUIP is speaking, (like in the book).

Ever since Jeremy had gotten the SQUIP, he hadn’t had full control over his body. It wasn’t something he minded though, in fact, he quite liked it. The SQUIP made it so he could feel less pain, which meant he could get a super cool skull tattoo on his back without feeling a thing. 

The SQUIP also sometimes treated him with massagy feelings when he was stressed, as a stressed Jeremy was not a chill Jeremy, and massages chilled him out, (the SQUIP even stopped him from sighing so he could get massages in public). 

One morning, Jeremy was stressed as hell. He had an essay due in a week, and it was a History essay, but if the SQUIP wrote it the teacher would be able to tell; this particular teacher knew his students inside out. He paced back and forward around his room: he definitely wasn’t listening in class, and this was worth a whole 30% of his annual grade!

He relaxed as he felt a buzzing in his shoulders. The SQUIP was the absolute master of calming touch, he knew exactly what sensory stimulation was perfect for his client. (Yes I know that sounds sus).

“Thankyou”, Jeremy said, lying on his bed. 

Suddenly, the massage travelled down to his spine, and it felt lighter and more jolty. Well, he was the one jolting.

Jeremy couldn’t help but let out a high pitched mumble, squirming around a little.

This didn’t make any sense, the SQUIP should have known this would tickle!

OF COURSE I KNOW IT TICKLES JEREMY

The sensation stopped, “Wh-wha?”

YOU ARE STRESSED, AND YOUR BRAIN SIGNALS ARE TELLING ME THAT YOU ARE SUBCONSIUOSLY CRAVING THE SENSATION OF GARGELESIS, OR TICKLING.

Jeremy’s heart dropped, “Garga what now?”

He suddenly felt feather light touches travel up and down his sides.

“Wahait, lehet’s tahalk about thihihis”.

THERE IS NOTHING TO TALK ABOUT JEREMY. YOU WANT THIS.

Jeremy giggled, clamping his arms to his sides which, of course, didn’t block the sensation in the slightest.

“Nohohoho”

The SQUIP kept up the tickling, this time, traveling to his belly with light squeezes.

Jeremy stopped giggling and started full blown laughing, trying to pin his belly to his bed to stop the tickles. But they wouldn’t stop.

I guess he had to trust the SQUIP, he had to know his limits.

YES, I KNOW YOUR LIMITS JEREMY. I KNOW THAT YOU ARE NO LONGER FEELING STRESSED. AND, THOUGH YOUR LAUGH IS DORKY, IT IS CHILLER THAN IT USED TO BE.

“Just stohohohop!”, Jeremy laughed. That was when he felt feathers around his neck and ears. 

“NOHOHOHO! THAT’S MY WOHOHOHORST SPOHOHOHOT”

BITCH I KNOW.

Jeremy didn’t even have the space to comprehend the SQUIP’s remark, he was dissolving from the tickles.

Eventually, the SQUIP stopped. 

Jeremy sat up, brushing his hair with his hand, “What the fuck man?”

YOU WANTED TICKLES, YOU GOT THEM.

“No-noho I didn’t”, Jeremy said, dissolving into a flustered puddle. 

YOU CAN’T LIE TO ME JEREMY, I’M INSIDE YOUR BRAIN.

[sensitive-switch]

Tickled in the Bathroom

Fandom: Be More Chill

Ship: Boyf Riends

Word count: 1105

TW: This is a tword fic so if you don’t like that then just keep scrolling ;)

Prompt: Basically just Michael in the Bathroom but with tickles (and slight angst at the end sorry about that-)

AN: requested by @bmeef-jermky - thanks for requesting this, I had fun writing it!

“Move it.” Jeremy said sternly, looking at Michael dead in the eye.

“Or else what?” Michael asked, his arms crossed as he stood in front of the door to the bathroom.

Jeremy walked towards him about to shove his friend aside. “Just get out of my way. Loser.”

Michael shook his head and smiled slightly. He had seen this behavior before ever since Jeremy had taken the squip. He was aware that his squip was deactivated temporarily because of the alcohol, however he knew Jeremy was used to it making him act like this, so he didn’t take it too personally. He was well aware that Jeremy didn’t mean any of what he had said, or at least that’s what he tried to tell himself.

Michael didn’t move. He just stood there looking at Jeremy. “You’ve changed Jeremy. Ever since you took that evil tic tac you’ve been a dick. Do you know what hasn’t changed?” He said with a straight face, leaving Jeremy in confusion.

“Uh, I don’t know?”

Michael scoffed and grinned evilly at Jeremy, wiggling his fingers in his direction. “You’re still incredibly ticklish~”

Jeremy felt his face turn pale. He and Michael had had their fair share of tickle fights, and they never went well for him. Michael was way stronger than him for one thing, and could get him pinned in seconds. At this moment Jeremy wanted to bolt out the door and hide from Michael, however he was blocking the door, of course.

“Michael, please don’t I’m so sorry!” Jeremy said, the words spewing out of his mouth quickly as Michael walked towards him.

Michael simply shook his head. “Nope, too late for that Jer. Should have thought about the consequences before hurting my feelings.”

Before Jeremy could speak he found himself pinned to the wall, Michael’s hands on his shoulders.

“Michael, please don’t do this-” He said weakly, looking at Michael with pleading eyes.

“Nope, you’ve left me no choice.” Michael then started digging into Jeremy’s underarms, causing him to start shrieking right away. “Yep, just as ticklish as I remembered.” Michael teased.

“MICHAEL PLEHEHEHEASE I’M SORRY!” Jeremy kept his arms glued his sides by instinct, trapping Michael’s hands which did not help him.

“I’m afraid sorry won’t do it. You really hurt my feelings. Truly Jer. I think this is the only way to show you how your words have hurt me.” Michael said, ignoring the fact that Jeremy was screaming right in front of him. Michael then moved his hands to Jeremy’s sides, lightly scratching along them.

“MICHAEL LET ME GOHOHOHO!” Jeremy cried out, his arms hugging his sides even though Michael’s hands found their way under them.

Michael laughed. “Jer, I’m just getting started!” The dark haired boy moved his hands from Jeremy’s ribs to his sides quickly, smirking the whole time.

Jeremy was unable to speak at this point, he was just quickly moving his arms to protect himself from Michael’s attacks.

“Jeremy, stop doing that with your arms, I’m trying to tickle you!” Michael said in a teasing tone. “Do I need to hold your arms?” He said while lessening the tickles so Jeremy could talk.

“PLEHEHEASE DON’T” Jeremy whined. Michael shook his head and held Jeremy’s wrists above his head with one hand, and lightly tickled his underarm with the other hand.

“Aw, too bad, looks like I already did!” He teased, causing Jeremy to start shrieking again. He wanted to end Jeremy’s suffering soon, so he went for the kill right then.

“One more spot~” Michael said, moving his free hand to Jeremy’s stomach and lightly squeezing it.

Jeremy was squirming around as much as he could, trying to get Michael off him, laughing the whole time. Michael then lightly spidered his hand across Jeremy’s stomach, which surprisingly was even worse for him.

“MICHAEL STOHOHOHOHOP!” Jeremy managed to say in between giggles. At this point he didn’t try to fight back as he was too weak.

Michael finally took his hands off Jeremy and stood back a bit, crossing his arms. Jeremy collapsed on the ground, slightly dramatically, causing Michael to burst out laughing. “I will never get sick of that!” He teased, sitting next to Jeremy.

The two boys then exchanged looks while sitting on the ground. Jeremy looked into Michael’s dark brown eyes, as if he knew what he was thinking. Michael did the same before putting an arm around Jeremy and pulling him into a hug.

“I miss you Jeremy,” Michael said. Jeremy bit his lip to try and hold back any unwanted emotions.

“I’m still here Michael, I always will be.”

“Right, but you’ve changed, I want my Jer-bear back.” Michael sniffled slightly as he said this, quickly wiping his tears as he didn’t want Jeremy to see him. Jeremy took a deep breath and faced Michael.

“I’m sorry Michael. Going into this I had no clue about the whole ‘optic nerve blocking’ thing. You’re the most important thing that’s ever happened to me. I hate how that’s changed lately. Truly, I have.”

Michael teared up more hearing Jeremy say this. He looked back at Jeremy for a second, studying his face.

“What are we gonna do?”

Jeremy shrugged. “All I can say is, once I’m sober, and once the squip reactivates and the optic nerve blocking starts, please just remember that I love you. Whatever happens between us when my squip is in control doesn’t mean anything.”

Michael let out a sigh and nodded. “I’ll try to remember that. Also, I don’t know how to say this, but can you try and drink more often so I can hang out with the real you?” Michael asked, booping Jeremy’s nose.

“I mean, as much as I can without getting a drinking problem,” Jeremy laughed, pulling Michael into another hug.

Suddenly, someone started knocking on the door, startling both of them.

“Hello? Other people need to pee!” Michael and Jeremy exchanged nervous looks. They both recognized that voice as Jenna Rolan’s.

“I-I’m having my period!” Michael shouted, causing Jeremy to start laughing.

“Take your time honey!” Jenna said before leaving. The two boys exchanged looks again and continued giggling.

They soon were interupted again though as Rich crashed through the door, startling them both. Jeremy covered his ears as he knew what was coming. Rich took a deep breath.

“GAAAAAAAAAAAYYYY” Rich screamed as he saw Michael and Jeremy cuddling on the floor.

“Rich, why don’t you go bother someone else.” Michael said, pulling Jeremy closer. Rich rolled his eyes and started towards the door before turning back to face them.

“Before I leave, got any Mountain Dew Red?”

[kanene-yaaay]

I see you like Dear Evan Hansen! Opinions on Be More Chill?

Ohh! Yesh, absolutely!!!

I really like the songs, the characters are super incredible and the plot very interesting!! I didn’t really watched the musical (not in its entirety at least) but I know the story. I’m not really into the fandom anymore however I still appreciating a lot some fanfics (especially the tickle ones lol), animations and fanarts! <3

[intheticklecloset]

A Giggly Bike Ride (My Hero Academia)

This fic was purchased from my Coffee Shop by a generous supporter. Thank you!

Primary Universe

Summary: While riding bikes together one afternoon, Kiri senses Todoroki isn't quite himself and decides to check in before they go any further.

A/N: The individual who requested this fic through BMC asked for something in which Todoroki was feeling down and Kirishima tried to cheer him up with gentle tickles. I added in some rougher ones as well because it's a force of habit, but hopefully this is what you were looking for! Enjoy!

Word Count: 1,303

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“Race you to the bottom!” Denki shouted, throwing himself down the side of the hill on his bike, following the path precariously fast toward the scenic river route at the base.

Bakugou yelled after him angrily. “Hey! You got a head start, cheater! Get back here!”

“Can’t stop now!”

With a growl, the atomic blonde raced after Denki, who was laughing gleefully as his speed became a bit too much to control and he wobbled on his bike as it evened back out onto a flatter surface.

Sero, Kiri, and Todoroki watched them go before the tape hero climbed off his seat and muttered, “Yeah, no, not doing that. I’m walking mine down.” He turned to the others. “You guys coming?”

Todoroki started to move as well, but Kiri reached out to grab his handlebar and said, “We’ll catch up! I wanna chat with Todo for a second.”

“Sure,” Sero said, unbothered. He carefully walked his bike down the hill after the two crazy blondes in their riding group.

“Kirishima?” Todoroki asked, curious.

The redhead glanced at him. “You okay?”

“Huh?”

“You’ve been really quiet this whole ride. Like, quieter than usual. Is something wrong?”

Todoroki blinked, surprised Kiri had noticed. He’d assumed his four riding buddies were too wrapped up in their fun to notice him. Not that he minded. He enjoyed being able to have time to think while still being with other people. But now that he knew his friend had been worrying about him silently for who knew how long, he felt guilty.

“Oh. No, nothing’s wrong, exactly. I just feel out of sorts today.” He frowned. “I’m sorry to ruin your fun by making you worry about me.”

“Ruin my fun?” Kiri nudged him. “Not at all, dude. I just wanted to check in. Now, if you’d told me something really tragic had happened, that might change things a little. But if you’re just feeling down that’s okay. I get it. It happens sometimes.” He tilted his head. “Seriously, though? There’s nothing bothering you?”

“Not really.”

“Okay, then.” Kiri grinned, reaching out to poke his side. “Then let’s see a smile, buddy.”

Todoroki gasped and jerked away as much as possible while still half-sitting on his bike seat, a wobbly smile on his lips. “Careful. We’re at the top of a hill.”

“Then you’d better start smiling.” Kiri teased, grabbing onto his ribs with all five fingers this time.

Todoroki jerked out of the way, a giggle escaping. “Hehehey!”

“C’mon, smile for me, Todo!” The redhead kept it up, randomly jabbing and poking along Todoroki’s sides and ribs, smiling at the cute snickers and twitches he was getting for his efforts. At one point he tried to reach up into Todoroki’s underarm, and when the icy-hot hero pulled away, Kirishima grabbed him around his middle and pulled him into an awkward half-hug while they were both still on their bikes, drilling into his belly and hips with more precision now.

“Ahahahaha! Kirishihihihihima!” Todoroki cried, giggling steadily and twisting a little, but not really fighting back all that much. “Cahahahahareful! The hihihihihill!”

“I’ve got a hardening quirk. You seriously think I’d let you fall down this hill without protecting you?” Kiri finally managed to worm one hand up into his underarm, making Todoroki shriek and burst into harder laughter, struggling for real now.

“I DOHOHOHOHON’T WAHAHAHANT YOU HUHUHUHURT!!”

“Again – hardening quirk. I’ll be fine, and so will you.” Kiri laughed along with him, hugging him even closer and scribbling wildly over his torso and into his armpit. “If you’d stop squirming, that is! Jeez, Todo, it’s like you’re ticklish or something!”

Todoroki shrieked with laughter and arched his back in an attempt to get away, nearly tumbling off his bike and down the hill exactly as he was afraid he would. Kiri decided it was time to switch tactics. Still laughing with his friend, he unceremoniously dismounted and discarded his bike in the middle of the path, then proceeded to drag Todoroki off of his and hug him tightly from behind, squeezing his sides, hips, and even his thighs in a relentless tickly attack.

“STAHAHAHAHAHAP!! KIRISHIMAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Todoroki squealed, struggling and laughing and eventually becoming too weak to stand up anymore. He started to fall to the ground, and Kiri went with him, still tickling, still teasing.

“So, Todo? Feeling better yet, hmm?”

“YEHEHEHEHES!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

“Please keep going, since it’s working so well?” Kirishima beamed, pushing Todoroki onto his back and straddling his hips, darting both hands up into his underarms again. “You bet, buddy!”

Todoroki tossed his head back with laughter while his arms clamped down automatically, further trapping his assailant right where he was, ensuring the tickling would continue. “NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

“Aww, tickle, tickle, tickle!”

“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP IT!!”

“You say that, but you’re not really fighting back all that much, are you?” Kiri teased, finally snatching up Todoroki’s wrists and pinning them above his head with his hardening quirk, using his free hand to scribble his fingers into the now unprotected armpits. “Plus, you let me take you down super easily just now. This is helping you, isn’t it?”

Todoroki blushed so red Kiri suddenly couldn’t tell where his scar began. “PLEHEHEHEASE, KIRIHIHIEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!”

“Well? It’s a simple question~”

“YEHEHEHEHEHES!!” Todoroki was laughing so hard he was practically wheezing, his legs kicking uselessly behind Kiri’s straddle. “GAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE, NOT SO HAHAHAHAHARD!!”

Kiri winced, but continued smiling as he trailed his fingers down from his armpits to his sides and ribs. “Sorry, force of habit. Is this better?”

“Yehehehehes,” Todoroki giggled out his reply, still squirming but not nearly as desperate now. He gasped for breath between huffs of soft laughter. “Thihihihihis is embahahaharrasing…”

“What?” Kiri cried, letting go of his wrists to pinch his bottom ribs. “Take that back!”

Todoroki shot his arms down again, his giggling becoming higher-pitched. “Nohohohohoho, I mehehehehean…I mean it tihihihihihickles a lohohohot, b-but…”

“Buuuuut?”

“But I lihihihihihike it.” Todoroki covered his face, flushed a deep red. “It’s hehehehelping.”

“Well, good!” Kirishima declared, reaching one hand under the icy-hot’s shirt to scribble at his bare tummy and belly button. “Then I’m happy to keep doing it for as long as you want.”

“B-But wehehehehe’re in publihihihic!”

“So?” Suddenly the redhead stopped, worried. “Oh, wait, is that not okay? I know Bakugou hates that kind of thing. Are you uncomfortable doing this now?”

Todoroki seemed even more flustered than before, if that were possible. “W-Well, I…”

“Hey, idiots!” Speak of the devil, Bakugou’s voice suddenly interrupted their moment. A split second later his spiky blonde hair became visible, as well as his irritated face. He huffed from the effort of walking back up the hill. “The heck are you doing? We’ve been waiting for you down there forever!”

Kiri checked his watch. “It’s been five minutes, dude.”

“We could have been at the picnic spot by now if you two hadn’t stopped to have your little tickle fest.” Bakugou glared at them. “Can’t you do this once we’re there? The rest of us are starving. Let’s go! Move your butts!”

Todoroki gently pushed at Kirishima, who got off of him, and they both stood up.

“You’re right,” Todoroki said to the blonde, glancing at Kiri with a slight smile. “We should do this once we’re at the picnic area.”

Kiri grinned, catching the hint easily. He scooped up his bike and hopped on. “In that case, I’ll race you there, Todo!” And he took off down the hill, laughing, ignoring the surprised and indignant yells of his friends behind him.

And once all five of them were at their destination and had eaten, Kirishima wasted no time in resuming what he’d started at the top of the hill, gently tickling and teasing Todoroki into a happy oblivion to cure his sad mood for the rest of the weekend.

[livisnotlee]

I posted 207 times in 2021

18 posts created (9%)

189 posts reblogged (91%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 10.5 posts.

I added 18 tags in 2021

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#this isn’t even all i still have some drafts that i’m working on

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

The ultimate risky game:

Having a lee mood in class.

I'm lucky that I sit alone up the front where basically no one can see my face, but I still get very distracted and blush. Just imagining how it would go down if someone asked why my face is so red. Aaaaaa

3 notes • Posted 2021-05-04 01:55:07 GMT

#4

26, 30

Hey thanks for the ask! Sorry it took a while, life’s been a bit crazy lately. These responses are shorter than my regular ones too so sorry about that, I hope you don’t mind 😅

26. Playful or torturous tickles?

Definitely depends on my mood, I usually prefer more playful and teasy tickles, and I like them because there’s more Rome for banter and it requires less stamina so it tends to last longer. But sometimes when I’m in an intense lee mood or if I’m feeling dangerous, I just wanna be wrecked. Like recently since I’ve single and haven’t told my friends about my liking of tickling, I just get insanely flustered whenever it’s mentioned a day it keep building up.

30. Tummy tickles or feet tickles?

I’m more comfortable with my tummy than I am with my feet, and it’s closer to a lot of other spots. And c’mon tummies are pretty cute hehe.

3 notes • Posted 2021-05-29 10:25:35 GMT

#3

1, 2, 3, 8, 12, 13, 14

Hey sorry this took me a bit. For the sake of time I’m gonna go into less detail this time haha. Thanks for sending these!

1. Would you rather be more or less ticklish?

Definitely more ticklish, from my experience I like the sensations that come along with it so I want more of that even if it’s torture. It would probably also level the playing field more for any of the tickle fights I get into, which is fun and being more vulnerable would mean I would have to ask less, yay!

2. Do you have any melt spots?

I think my lower belly is the one of the only ones I can think of, thought it would be a regular spot for a while but tried it out and didn’t tickle that much. Definitely felt nice though.

3. Lers/switches, what’s your favorite spot to tickle?

Probably the sides, tum and armpits. They’re all pretty easy to reach and in close proximity to eachother. I especially love poking the sides, you can get such an adorable reaction from just one poke and I love it heheh.

8. Do you have any unusual ticklish spots?

Ok so this is weird but a while ago I tried one of those head masager things on my buttcheeks haha. They were pretty sensitive but haven’t really had much other experience to back that up, other than that maybe around the boobs? Tmi? Sorry 😅

12. Favorite tickle fic/gif/piece of art?

Aaaaa it’s hard to choose a just one cause they’re all so good! I like a lot of the Sanders sides fics, especially the ones by @inconveniently-placed-cactus or @oliviaischillin1204 and I think @fluffymary’s art is really good! There so much more stuff that I can’t specifically name right now but oh my god this community is so creative and talented I am living for it! To all my t-content creators out there, I respect you and appreciate you all so much 💖

13. Tag someone you want to tickle

Hmm for these two I’m not that sure cause I don’t really follow that many people, and I know even less haha. I guess the people who I would want to tickle are; @buubletealee @twordyfluffytrash and @squeaky-n-blushy.

14. Tag someone you want to be tickled by

And for who I’d like to be tickled by; @switchyglitch sounds like a really cool ler but he’s been inactive for a while now though so other than him @thebest-medicine and maybe @theanonymantickle.

And I think that’s it. Sorry if I’ve tagged anyone who doesn’t wanna be tagged, and hopefully my grammar’s ok haha. Gonna go to sleep now cause it’s 1:30 over here and I have school tomorrow 😔. Have a good day/ night wherever you are and stay safe.

4 notes • Posted 2021-02-07 14:50:56 GMT

#2

Just a reminder of the #tumblrlogoff protest thing. I probably won’t be online until this time tomorrow so if you need anything send me a message and I’ll get to it as soon as I get back on. See y’all tomorrow and stay safe!

6 notes • Posted 2021-08-06 00:41:01 GMT

#1

Ok I just had a really good idea for a Be More Chill t-word scenario!

So y’know how the Squip has access to Jeremy’s body and nervous system, and he can make Jeremy move and feel pain and stuff?

There is no reason why he couldn’t simulate the feeling of being tickled…

And he can literally read Jeremy’s mind so if he was in a particularly bad lee mood that day, or being extra stubborn about not following ‘adivice’, the squip would know.

And you better believe he’d be using that shit to his advantage, you cannot tell me that computer is not a ler.

Also as a bonus: the Squip holding down Jeremy while he is being tickled by someone else

If someone knows any writers in the BMC fandom, go ahead and tag em! I really wanna see this done now.

12 notes • Posted 2021-08-20 11:39:43 GMT

Get your Tumblr 2021 Year in Review →

[bmeef-jermky]

based on that one “let’s play video games with ticklish consequences” post I saw a while back but am too lazy to find and kinda got the hairbrush idea from An Absurdly Long Two Player Game on ao3

[amazingmsme]

A Year's Smile

Here's a shitty Halloween drabble, enjoy & happy Halloween!

It had almost been a year since Rich had burned down his best friend, now boyfriend's house. It was hard to look back, but it was nearly impossible not to with the date so close. He didn't mean to, didn't want to, but the squip was in his head and there was no way to shut it off. It drove him insane and he-

"Boo!"

Rich jumped slightly in his seat, turning to see Jake pull off an ugly Halloween mask, laughing. "Oh man, I didn't expect to scare you that bad!"

"I was scared! I was just thinking and, you startled me." Jake smiled down at his boyfriend, leaning down to wrap an arm around his shoulder and propping himself up on the back of his chair.  "What were you thinking about?"

Rich sighed, "A lot of stuff. It's been a year you know."

"Excuse me?"

"It's been a year since- everything that happened. With me, the party... your house..."

Jake realized why Rich had been acting strange and pulled up a chair next to him, scooting close. "Hey, all of that's behind us, okay? Insurance took care of it and no one got hurt. How about you focus on what's happening now, yeah?" Rich looked up at him with slightly tired and sad eyes, "It's just hard, y'know?"

"I know it can be hard, especially since it's been a year since everything that's happened. But can I at least get a smile?" The corner of Rich's mouth curled slightly, barely even noticeable. "C'mon, you can do better than that. Give me a real smile." Rich decided to be difficult and smirked, "No."

His mischief didn't go unnoticed by Jake, "You can either cheer up on your own... or you can face the consequences."

"What kind of consequences?" Rich asked, pulling him closer to himself.  Jake felt him being tugged closer to his boyfriend and his head dipped to get closer to Rich's. Just when he thought he was going to kiss him, Jake leaned in to whisper in his ear, "This."

Without warning his hands shot forward and latched onto his side and he doubled over in shocked laughter, trying to scoot his chair away from Jake. "It's Halloween, you should be having fun!"

"Jahake quit ihit!" Rich laughed and squirmed, but Jake was persistent.

"Are you gonna have fun and forget about last year?"

"Yes! Okay yehes!" Jake relented, smiling at him. "There, was that so hard?"

"Yes asshole," Rich said and flinched when Jake faked an attack.

"C'mon, let's play the Halloween songs on Just Dance and eat candy." Well, Rich couldn't say no to that. Especially to Jake.

[awkwardlyflustered]

Come Out Come Out Wherever You Are

A/N: The second Squealing Santa that I get to participate in! I’m really excited, and hope that I do well and all that. @sensitive-switch, I’m your squealing santa! I really hope that you enjoy the fic, and I wish you happy holidays! And a quick thank you to @ticklygiggles for hosting the event! Also a quick apology that this is out late. I was having an excessive amount of technology issues.

“I’m gonna get you,” Michael taunted, looking around for Jeremy. Jeremy pressed his hand tight against his mouth, trying to keep the giggles that were threatening to bubble up away. “Come on Jerbear, just come out babe. You know it would make this a lot easier,” the taller of the two sing-songed. Jeremy couldn’t help it anymore, the childish giggles began spilling out of his mouth. He immediately ran out from his hiding spot, trying to at least delay his inevitable doom. Michael gave into Jeremy’s games, chasing after him, a wide smile plastered across his face. 

Jeremy wound his way around every corner he could find, trying to throw Michael off. “Mihihihihchahahael!” he giggled out enjoying it way too much for it to end. 

“Come on Jeremy, just give up, you know I’m gonna catch you sooner or later~” he teased, reaching out to try to grab Jeremy. He only managed to tweak his side, but still prompted a small shriek from Jeremy while he tried to squirm away from the offending hand. Unfortunately, when he did that he tripped over his feet and crashed onto the ground. Before he had the chance to get up and try to scurry away Michael was sitting on his hips, pinning him down.

“Wahahahait Mihihihihichahahael!” 

“Babe, why are you giggling? I haven’t even done anything yet,” Michael smirked at the red faced boy underneath him. Jeremy didn’t even attempt to respond, he simply covered his face with his hands, shaking his head. 

Michael took the opportunity to vibrate his hands into Jeremy’s ribs. The smaller boy’s hands shot down, and tried to pry his boyfriend’s hands off of him.

“Awwww, there’s that beautiful face,” he cooed, scrunching his fingers more, making Jeremy squeal and buck around. Michael continued on, dancing his fingers under Jeremy’s arms, and giving his neck little kisses. Happy, bubbly giggles tumbled out of Jeremy’s mouth as he squirmed from side and scrunched his shoulders up. 

“Mihihihihihchahahahael!” Jeremy tittered out, his face scrunched up adorably. Michael paused his tickling to respond. 

“You know, you keep saying my name, but you still haven’t said stop.” Jeremy started sputtering as soon as he finished. He tried as hard as he could, but he simply couldn’t get words to come out of his mouth. Michael moved off of him, and let Jeremy sit up, holding his hand. “You don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to.” Jeremy shook his head and took a deep breath, trying to get a hold of himself. 

“I, uhm, I really like being t-tickled. I… yeah, I really hope that you don’t think any differently of me because of this.” Michael instantly pulled Jeremy into a rib-crushing hug, squeezing him tightly. 

“Awww!!! Babe, of course I don’t think differently of you because of this. The only thing that has changed is how adorable you are. It’s increased by at least 30%.” Jeremy buried his face into Michael’s sweatshirt as soon as he started spitting out compliments. 

“Thank you. I love you,” Jeremy mumbled out to Michael, keeping his face buried far into the gamer’s shoulder. Michael chuckled and ruffled Jeremy’s hair.

“I love you too.” 

With a smile Michael started gently poking up and down Jeremy’s sides, delighting in the soft squirming that it caused. Jeremy couldn’t be happier.

[secretly-tword-obsessed]

One Ticklish Guy

Fandom: Be More Chill

Hey guys! This is a Be More Chill tickle fic from my secret T fic diary! Hope you enjoy!

Summary: Michael is a doofus. Thats pretty much it.

“Wa-hait. Hold up bro” Michael said as he dodged a zombie on screen, “Are you seriously telling me that Christine frickin’ Canigula is into Beetlejuice?”

“I know”, Jeremy laughed, punching another zombie, “I was just as surprised as you are!” They were both seated on a large red beanbag, before a television screen, playing Apocalypse Of The Damned. Michael’s glasses were sliding off from him jerking so much, trying to fight his way through an army of walking dead bodies. 

“What else did you learn about her?”, Michael asked. Jeremy paused the game, feeling like this was a conversation for no distractions. Michael let out a hmph, yet he was still all ears. 

“She never wears perfume, she just naturally smells so good”, Jeremy said. Michael chuckled, “I just smell like B.O all the time”. “Oh, Michael”, Jeremy whined jokingly, putting on a fake sad face. 

Michael smiled and brushed up his hair: “I love ya bro!”. It was very easy to make Michael smile. 

“And”, Jeremy added, “She has freckles on her legs. I never knew because she always wears long dresses”. 

Jeremy was blushing hard. Michael gave his back a soft rub: “Aww, buddy”. He traced his fingers up and down Jeremy’s back, as he fought back giggles. 

Jeremy knew that Michael was a complete silly doofus, and if he found out that Jeremy was ticklish, Jeremy was in trouble. Twelve years of friendship, not to mention saving the world, and and still Michael hadn’t yet found out, which was never going to change.

Michael noticed a reaction however, and wiggled his fingers a little faster. Jeremy couldn’t keep it is any longer: “Mi-hi-hichael. Sth-h-hop that!”. “Stop what?” Michael asked, keeping up his fast fingers on Jeremy’s upper back. 

“Th-th-th-hat”, Jeremy giggled. His giggling was light, it tickled, but not enough to make him hysterical.  “What?”, Michael teased, speeding up his fingers. Thats it, Jeremy was doomed. 

“Th-h-hat Michael!” he laughed, “That!”. Michael moved his hands higher, to the back of Jeremy’s neck. “Oh shihihhihit” Jeremy laughed louder. Michael already knew by now that Jeremy was ticklish, there was no point in hiding it anymore, so he jumped off the beanbag to escape. 

“Man!”, Michael remarked, “You are one ticklish guy!”

Jeremy stood up beside the beanbag, ignoring his remark and saying: “OMG Mike, guess what Christine’s favourite film is?!”. 

Jeremy could see Michael’s eyes glowing: “You just changed the subject man! I wanna know where your ticklish, it’s about time I did!”. Jeremy knew that he’d lost the battle, oh well. “Nowhere else Michael. If you could even call that ticklish”. 

“I don’t believe you”, Michael pouted, “I guess I’ll have to find out for myself, huh?”. 

Suddenly, Michael was on top of him. Michael was a lot larger than Jeremy, so he had the weight to keep Jeremy pinned. He was lying on the carpeted floor of Michael’s basement. He squirmed desperately, yet Michael was too strong. 

Jeremy knew that Michael wouldn’t listen, but he could at leat give protesting a try. Yet his protest was swarmed in light giggles of ticklish anticipation. “Mi-Michael. Can you no-hot”. 

Michael’s grin stretched out from ear to ear: “You liar! You said yo weren’t ticklish and look at you now!” Michael wiggled his fingers in the air above Jeremy’s neck. He squealed. “Man”, Michael said, “This’ll be fun”. 

Jeremy knew by the glint in Michael’s eyes that he was not only doomed, he was doomer than doomed. In a split second, Michael had pinned Jeremy’s arm above his head, leaving his underarm completely exposed. Jeremy squirmed faster, knowing what was to come. 

“Now”, Michael said, “Are you ticklish...HERE?!”. He scribbled his free hand into Jeremy’s prone underarm. Suddenly, the room was filled with chaotic giggles.“Ahahahah ohohoho lohohohord!”, Jeremy was thrashing like crazy. “Well than, I guess you are”, Michael giggled, “How about...HERE!”. He dug his fingers into his lower ribs and belly. Jeremy was in hysterics, trying to use his free hand to fight Michael off to no avail. There was no point pinning Jeremy anymore, his laughter made him weak, no now Michael was using both of his hands to torment his victim. 

Jeremy tossed his head back: “Mihihihihichael! Stohohop!”

“Ooo”, Michael teased, “A little sensitive there buddy? Oops, my mistake. I guess I’ll have to go here instead”. Jeremy’s neck was completely exposed from him tossing his head back in laughter, so that was Michael’s next target. 

“OHOHOHO NOHOHO MHIHICHAEL NOHOHOT THEHEHERE PLEHEHEHASE!”

Jeremy pinned his chin to his chest, making it look like he didn’t have a neck, making it harder for Michael to tickle. Of course, Michael found his way around this. 

“Calm down bro, relax your head”, Michael said in a fake caring tone as he softly pushed Jeremy’s head back, exposing more neck skin for Michael to attack.

“NOHOHOH MIHIHICHAEL THIS IS MY WOHOHOHORST SPOHOHOHOT PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”

“Your worst spot, oh that’s not good, is it Jer?”, Michael teased, “I guess we should start taking a less sensitive route, huh?”. Michael moved back to Jeremy’s tummy.

“AHAHAHA PLEHEHEHASE MICHAEL I CAHAHAN’T BREHEHEHATHE!”, Jeremy cried. Michael paused to let his friend have a break. Jeremy just huffed and caught his breath. He didn’t have the energy to squirm out of Michael’s grip. Actually, he kinda liked it. I mean, he hated it, but it was really nice to just let go and laugh.

Soon, Michael was back at it again.

He squeezed around Jeremy’s knees, causing a whole new array of sounds to arise. 

“So”, Michael chuckled, “Anything else you wanna tell me about Christine?”.

Jeremy was just freaking and laughing, as Michael pinned Jeremy’s arm above his head again and got back to where he started, under his arm. He yelped in surprise before resuming his laughter. He knew that he could stand this a little longer before he cracked. Michael was such a dork.

Michael let go of his hand, and made a fast gesture to rip his shoe off and tickle his left foot. Surprisingly, Jeremy didn’t make a sound. He wasn’t ticklish there.  He had been when he was younger, yet his dad had tickled him there so often that he wasn’t really ticklish there anymore. This would surely be a cue for Michael to stop.

“Holy shit buddy!”, he cried, throwing his hands to his face and crashing backwards, his head landing on the beanbag. He just lay there laughing. Jeremy sat up panting. 

“Dude!”, Michael cried out in hysterical laughter, “Your not ticklish on your feet but everywhere else your ticklish as-” “Oh shut up!”, Jeremy interrupted. Michael pulled himself back up and punched Jeremy in the elbow, “C’mon layer two, we need to finish this level!”.

Jeez, Michael was quick to move on. It was hilarious.

Thanks for reading!

[sensitive-switch]

If you need prompts maybe the one based on the Michael tickling Jeremy for cheating at a video game by @ticklishfanart ?

Fandom: Be More Chill

Ship: Boyf riends

Word count: 514

TW: caps, swearing

Prompt: Jeremy tries to cheat to win a race in Mario Kart but soon regrets it

AN: Here’s a link to the fanart! Credit to @ticklishfanart

Thanks for the request, this was fun to write! Also Jeremy is Princess Peach and you cannot change my mind

“Look out!” Jeremy said as he passed Michael on the track.

The two of them always spent their Saturday mornings playing Mario Kart together. It always was the same. Michael was Toad, and Jeremy was Princess Peach.

“Hey, get back here!” Michael said as he sped up his car and knocked Jeremy off the track.

“MICHAEL WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?” Jeremy screamed, now far behind Michael and the rest of the racers.

“NO ONE BEATS MICHAEL MELL!” Michael yelled. He had won most of the time that they played. Jeremy decided he needed an advantage. While driving his car, he laid on his side and started playfully kicking Michael’s hands to try and distract him. Michael’s fingers started fumbling on the controller, sending his character all over the place.

“Jeremy, stop that!” He said as he tried to move his controller away from Jeremy’s feet. Jeremy tried to stretch his legs more and started kicking Michael’s arms as he attempted to control his car at the same time.

“I WILL NOT LOSE TO YOU AGAIN, MELL!” Jeremy said, kicking the whole controller out of Michael’s hands.

Michael immediately went to pick it up, but it was too late. Jeremy had already crossed the finish line after the final lap. Michael glared at Jeremy with a predatory look in his eyes.

“You cheated!” He said

“Did not! I’m just better at the game!” Jeremy said laughing, his feet playfully kicking at Michael’s face. Michael grabbed his ankles and gave Jeremy another smirk. Jeremy froze. They both knew what was coming.

“MICHAEL DON’T YOU DARE I’M SORRY-!” Jeremy said quickly, trying to pull his leg away.

Michael didn’t wait. He immediately started scribbling his fingers all over Jeremy’s foot. “DON’T THINK YOUR CRIMES WILL UNPUNISHED!” Michael said, holding onto his ankle tightly while tickling his foot.

Jeremy was thrashing around on the bean bag, unable to escape Michael’s grip.

“MICHAEL I’M SO SORRY PLEHEHEHEHEASE!” He whined.

Michael shook his head. “Are you? I need to get revenge somehow, what better way to torture you than tickling you?” He teased, scratching right under his toes which he knew was a weak spot for the smaller boy.

Jeremy was in hysterics. He tried to kick Michael’s hand away with his other foot but was unable to as he was weak from laughter.

“M-MIHIHICHAEL PLEEEHEHEHEASE!” He whined.

Michael finally stopped and dropped his foot.

“I hope you learned your lesson, Heere!” He said, sitting next to Jeremy on the bean bag and hugging him tightly.

Jeremy took a second to catch his breath and hugged his knees to his chest. “Y-you….are so...mean..” He said between soft giggles, playfully shoving the boy in the red hoodie. Michael shoved him back and picked up the controller.

“Tell you what, if you win the next round WITHOUT CHEATING,” He said, giving Jeremy a poke to the side causing him to squirm. “I’ll let you get revenge.” Michael said.

Jeremy’s eyes lit up as he grabbed his controller. “Easy, let’s do it!” He said and started a new race.

[a-fluffer-nutter]

Could you do a fic for bmc where maybe it’s a post-canon au where the squip is kind of good (like. still kind of a dick but not a bad person, just a kind of loveable asshole akdhsk) and Michael tickles Jeremy and since they’re connected, it kind of tickles the Squip as well? And Michael and Jeremy keep going because they think it’s hilarious and adorable. It’s a concept I’ve thought about a lot and I think it would be really cute

I can definitely see what I can do for you!!!

[prompt-master]

I Hate When You're Sick

Anon asked: omg I love your BMC Squip headcanons!! Would you be willing to write a fic where Jeremy has a cold and every time he sneezes, so does Squip? Plus Squip being generally miserable and making Jeremy’s own sickie misery worse lmao

“Oh come on sport don’t be like that.”

Jeremy glared at his dad from where his head rested on the dinner table. His head felt stuffy and heavy, like a pressure was pressing against his nose. He paused to sniff up any snot threatening to run down his face, “This is all your fault.”

Mr. Heere sighed, “…You can take the day off if you wa-”

“Yes.” Jeremy said, ending the discussion. He laid his hot face against the dinner table.

“Now who’s spreading germs” Mr. Heere mumbled.

Jeremy ignored him, “I have a headache.”

His dad gave him a sympathetic look and ruffled his hair, “Get some meds from the bathroom and lay down, you look awful.”

“…” With a sore effort Jeremy pushed himself away from the table and up on his feet, ignoring the headrush he got. “Thanks dad.”

Seeing himself in the mirror made Jeremy realize just how awful he looked. His nose was bright red and dripping constantly even though it felt dry and blocked. He reached into the medicine cabinet, pulled out some ibuprofen, and started trying to twist the bottle when an annoying tickle ran through his nose.

Jeremy paused, “ah..ah…achoo!” He groaned, rubbing his nose.

“Achoo!”

Jeremy froze, that was not his sneeze.

He looked up at the mirror to see the SQUIP standing behind him looking miserable. His appearance was glitch, and his expression was downright miserable.

Jeremy went back to trying to open the bottle, “What’s your problem?” He said in a low voice so his dad wouldn’t hear him talking to himself.

The SQUIP crossed his arms, “Would you take that pill already so you could go back to sleep?”

Jeremy glared, “What’s your problem?” He repeated, not liking the SQUIP’s attitude. He was always nasty, but this was with even more bite and snap.

The SQUIP didn’t answer, watching Jeremy struggle to open the bottle until Jeremy had to sneeze again.

“Ah..achoo!”

“Achoo!”

Jeremy watched the SQUIP as he rubbed his nose with the back of his sleeve, the SQUIP sneezed right after him again, his form glitching indescribably for the moment.

“Would you stop doing that?” The SQUIP glared, rubbing his temples.

“How can you even get sick? You’re not even a person.”

“Well Jeremy you’re brain isn’t in top condition and therefor neither am I”

“I don’t think that’s how that works, but ok”

Jeremy hated this stupid bottle. It was hurting his hands and the lights were hurting his eyes and he wanted to sleep.

“You have to press down and twist.”

Jeremy rolled his eyes, “I know that!” His hands were just so shaky.

“Achoo! Achoo!!” He curled up during the sneezing fit, holding his stomach which was in crazy pain after all the sneezing he’d been doing. The SQUIP mimicked him again, when his form came back he looked miserable enough to die.

“The bottle Jeremy.” His tone was so annoyed it made Jeremy worry he was about to get roasted to death. So flat and to the point.

“I got it. I got it.” Jeremy popped open the bottle, sniffing up snot and swllowing the pill with tap water.

Great. Now he can go sleep and forget he ever had this cold. He started to shuffle his feet towards his room.

“Turn down the heat Jeremy you’re going to give yourself a fever.”

“Jeremy your posture is shit, stand up tall”

“Jeremy go back to the kitchen and get water”

“Actually this is the perfect chance to talk to Christine, her nurturing side will kick in and-”

Jeremy swirled around on his feet and threw himself onto his bed “shut up!!”

The SQUIP cringed, holding onto his head, “don’t yell.”

“Then leave me alone you’re so annoying!” Jeremy rolled himself in a blanket and turned his back to the SQUIP, glaring at the blank wall.

“Jeremiah if you don’t take care of yourself then I will feel awful the rest of the day”

“Good for you asshole, you deserve it anyway”

“You’re lucky I can’t control your body anymore-”

“If you don’t shut up right now I will drink my emergency mountain dew red here and now”

“…you wouldn’t”

The SQUIP was in his eye sight again, his eyes squinting down at Jeremy, Jeremy laughed, “try me.”

The SQUIP opted for sitting on the edge of Jeremy’s bed with his arms crossed. Watching Jeremy roll back and forth miserably as he tried to fall asleep hut couldn’t. His head hurt too much and when he laid his face down he lost all ability to breath through his nose.

Jeremy rolled onto his back and sighed loudly, putting a hand over his face.

“Can’t sleep?”

“No”

“…i could fix that”

“Absolutely not. I don’t trust you.”

“But it would be advised to sleep-”

“You’re not putting me in a coma. Just…” Jeremy peered at him from under his arm, “play a relaxing song or something”

The SQUIP scoffed at that, his pale face turning away from Jeremy, “I am not some sort of amazon Echo or ipod”

“…just play some rainforest noise or something”

“…fine.” He sighed, and rain dropped filled Jeremy’s head mixed with piano music. Jeremy let it relax him and curled up on his side.

He started to finally fall asleep- “achoo!”

“Achoo!” The SQUIP groaned and held his head, “never get sick again Jeremy.”

[ticklishraspberries]

Freckles (Christine/Jeremy, The SQUIP Squad)

Summary: Over the summer, Jeremy gets a bunch of freckles. Christine has to explore this. (I wrote a fic inspired by the prompt for this art by the lovely and talented @ticklishfanart!! We didn’t actually collab, we just used the same prompt, so the fic and art may not exactly match up, but oh well, I hope y’all enjoy this anyway, and please go show ticklishfanart some love as well for her art!!)

It was the summer before senior year, and Jeremy was ecstatic to be spending it doing more than just getting stoned in Michael’s basement.

Sure, there would probably be no crazy house parties, because they were all still shaken up from Halloween, but there were chances for something a little different than replaying levels of Apocalypse of the Damned.

Christine went to theatre camp for the first few weeks of the summer, and Jeremy was embarrassed to admit how much he missed her.

However, he still had Michael, and Rich, Jake, Chloe, Brooke, and Jenna to take his mind off it all.

Yes, there was still a good deal of smoking and playing video games, but there were also bonfires in Brooke’s backyard, a few trips to the beach, and Chloe hosting them all for a barbecue.

It was the most time Jeremy had spent in the sun in probably years, and his skin was beginning to show it.

He got burnt at the first beach outing, but soon healed and left him with a slight tan to his normally pale skin, but the part that surprised him the most was the colony of freckles that had appeared all over the bridge of his nose, his cheeks, and his shoulders.

“You look so cute!” Brooke had exclaimed when they first appeared, poking his nose sweetly.

He flushed up to the tips of his ears. “Thanks,” he replied shyly.

Michael was taking great offense to the whole thing. “How did I never know you get freckles? Twelve years of friendship, and I didn’t know?”

“Neither did I!” Jeremy defended. “I guess I’ve never been in the sun this much.”

“Yeah, that’s actually a pretty fair point. I doubt you were getting much sun on my couch the past few summers.”

Rich, who was naturally already quite freckled himself, kept calling Jeremy his twin, and Chloe whined about how she wished she had such cute freckles, and how the ones she attempted to draw on with makeup never looked quite right.

But the person who seemed the most obsessed with Jeremy’s new feature was Christine, returning from theatre camp with a slight tan of her own, thought it was less drastic on her already darker skin.

“Oh my gosh, you have freckles!” she all but squealed when she pulled away from their hug, cupping his face in her hands. “How did you manage to get even cuter when I was away?”

Jeremy blushed, a shy grin spread across his face before he leaned in to kiss her quickly, having missed the softness of her lips, the taste of her chapstick, and of course, everything else about her as well.

A friendly outing amongst the whole squad led to a stolen moment alone between them. Rich and Jake had gone to see what would happen if Rich pushed Jake’s wheelchair down the boardwalk ramp (and, of course, Michael had joined them to film the ridiculous debacle that was sure to take place). Chloe, Brooke, and Jenna had gone off to find an open bathroom, praying they wouldn’t have to squat under the boardwalk like last time, which left Christine and Jeremy sat on a bench, the sounds of their friend’s shouts and laughs echoing in their ears as they hugged each other close, the chill ocean air making goosebumps rise over Christine’s arms.

“You’re warm,” she mumbled, snuggling closer to Jeremy.

“It’s all the blood flow,” he replied. “Wait, that sounded wrong, I meant because I’m blushing, not—”

Christine snorted. “I know what you meant, silly boy!”

He chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. Somehow, even when it felt like he was royally fucking up, Christine could make him feel on top of the world.

“Oh, you even have freckles on your arms!” she cried excitedly, reaching out to run her fingers over the little dots that covered his forearms.

Her light touch sent shivers down his spine, and goosebumps rose over his skin.

Either Christine didn’t notice his overdramatic reaction, or she took it as a sign to continue, and Jeremy slowly began to relax under her gentle caresses.

Her fingers trailed up his arm to his shoulder where, poking out of his shirt collar, another smattering of freckles had formed.

But instead of the subtle, tingly feeling he had before, a laugh escaped his lips and his head snapped down to his shoulder to protect his neck, overwhelmed by the ticklish shock it sent through him.

“Sorry!” Christine said. “I didn’t mean to startle you!”

“Nonono, it’s okay!” Jeremy said immediately. “It just...Well, it just tickled, that’s all.”

Christine grinned. “Oh, that’s right. I must have forgotten how ticklish you are while I was away.”

Jeremy flushed all the way down his neck, a nervous giggle slipping from his mouth.

“You know, I think you might have gotten more ticklish while I was away. I remember your neck being bad, but not this bad….Did our friends not wreck you enough while I was away?”

Oh, they absolutely had, for her information, but he knew no matter what his answer was, she was still likely going to tickle him regardless. Anticipation flooded him, leaving his nerves tingling and alight, a permanent smile stretched across his face, laughter ready to burst from him at a single touch.

Damn, he had missed this too.

“I guess I have to run a few tests now to see if you’ve gotten more sensitive!” she declared, mischief twinkling in her deep brown eyes.

“You’ll have to catch me first,” he replied boldly, standing up to take off.

Christine gasped indignantly, chasing after him, but her short legs were no match for her lanky boyfriend.

“Truce!” she whined, stopping to catch her breath.

Jeremy eyed her suspiciously, but when she pouted back at him, his heart melted. He made his way back over to her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

She giggled softly, looking up at him and batting her eyelashes innocently. “Jeremy?”

“Yeah?”

“Guess what.”

“What?”

Getting up on her tiptoes, Christine leaned close to his ear and whispered, “I lied.”

And before Jeremy could even process what she had said, her lips were against his neck, blowing a raspberry against his skin, and her fingers quickly found his sides.

A shriek of laughter escaped him, loud enough to alert all the night-time joggers and drunk teenagers on the beach of his untimely death by tickle torture, at the hands of his own girlfriend.

“Noho fair! You tricked me!”

“It’s all in the name of science, Jer!”

“Screw science!”

It wasn’t until the two of them stumbled backward into the sand that Christine halting her ticklish assault, the two of them dissolving into a new fit of joyous laughter.

“Why are you two laying in the sand?” Michael asked, eyebrows quirked.

“Yeah, did we interrupt something?” Rich asked with a wink.

Jeremy and Christine exchanged a look. It wasn’t just Jeremy who deserved a taste of Christine’s evil, right?

Rich saw the glint in her eyes and took of running.

Jeremy was glad to have his girlfriend back, as well as his best friend, and his new group of amazing people to spend his last high school summer with.