#bmc tickle

[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 it. “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.

[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.

[secretly-tword-obsessed]

Reblog with any musical tickle headcannons you might have!

Literally any musical. I'm just curious.

[awkwardlyflustered]

Best Served Cold

A/N: Alright, I’m really excited to write this fic. Just the idea was really cute, on top of it’s for one of my favorite people. @flusterd-screaming I hope you enjoy this one. I’m trying to remember if I’ve ever written any kind of switch fic and I don’t think I have. So I’m really excited to test my hand at it. Then last thing before I let you get on to reading, the reader is gender neutral, they are *kind of* short (5’ 1”- 5’ 2”), they are around the same age as Michael (16-17), and they are dating Michael. Now, enough of my rambling, please enjoy the fic!

You were sitting on the couch reading peacefully before your boyfriend came crashing in through the front door.

“Honey! I’m home!” He called out, the smile audible in his voice. You just smile fondly at him before returning to your book. He came into the living room and picked you up, sitting himself down and placing you on his lap. “How was your day?” You don’t respond, you just lean back against him, your eyes glued to your book. Michael began pouting, and nuzzled his face into your neck. “Y/nnnnnn,” he whined out, “Pay attention to meeeeee.” You smiled and titled your head to look at him.

“One more chapter, okay?” Michael simply grumbled in response and started scrolling through his phone. You smirked and gave him a quick peck on his cheek before resettling and turning back to your book. 

After a long while Michael began whining towards you until you were finally forced to acknowledge him.

“Can I help you?” you asked with a small smile. Michael pouted towards you, resting his chin on your head.

“Are you done yet?” He asked, his voice not far from a whiny toddler. You shook your head and continued reading. Michael whined at you again, and tapped at your book. You rolled your eyes and grabbed his hand, still reading. Michael huffed at you and brought his other hand down, gently brushing your side as he did so. You let out a squeak and jerked backwards, instantly letting Michael’s hand go. Though, you did manage to keep hold of your book. Michael raised an eyebrow at you. “Oh yeah...” he mused, a malicious smirk now presiding on his face, “I forgot you were ticklish.” Your eyes immediately widen and you move to get up, but Michael quickly wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into a bear hug. “No no no, you can’t get away from the tickle monster,” Michael says as your face turns bright red.

“Michaelllllll,” you whine out, weakly pushing at his hands.

“Who’s Michael? I’m the tickle monster,” he replies with a smirk, “Plus, I don’t know why you’re whining. It’s not like you want to get away or anything. You love this too much to get away.” Your face immediately lights on fire and your limbs turn to jelly. He looks down at you warmly and teasingly leans down to whisper in your ear. “What’s wrong? Is someone a little flustered?” He accuses in a teasing voice. A smirk once again falls over his face as your blush once again darkens. You slightly pout in his direction as you try, and fail, to cover the dark blush that has taken over your face. He smiles with adoration at you, and gives your cheek a kiss. As soon as he’s done that he gently flips you over so he’s now sitting on your hips and you’re face up, with your hands over your head. You let out a small squeal of surprise when he does this, but quickly regain your composure. 

“M-michael, c-come on I j-just want to read…” you complained, slightly pulling at your arms, though you didn’t really want Michael to stop what he was doing in the slightest. Michael knew that and decided that he was going to be mean to you. He let your arms go, he got off of you and picked up his phone, beginning to look through it once again. Once you got over the shock of what he had done, you began pouting at him. He smirked at his phone, not looking over at you. 

“If you want me to continue you’re going to have to ask.” You immediately went redder than a cherry and began sputtering.

“M-michael, y-you can’t d-do that,” you whined, gently shoving at his arm. 

“I can’t do what exactly? You said you wanted to read, I’m letting you read.” You whined at him again.

“C’mon, you know I don’t want that…” You whined dramatically, and flopped into his lap. He chuckled and pet your hair gently. “I know, but it’s fun to be mean.” You glared at him playfully, causing him to ruffle your hair. You sat up and pouted at him again while he continued to scroll through his phone, a smirk on his face the entire time. After a few minutes of you two sitting like this you gave into him. You mumbled out something inaudible before burying your face into his shoulder. He smiled at you warmly and wrapped you in a hug. “What did you say baby? I couldn’t quite catch that.” You made another indistinguishable noise before managing to stutter a few words out. “C-can you p-please d-do more?” As soon as you finished you went right back into Michael’s shoulder, hiding your face to the best of your ability. 

“Do more of what exactly?” He teased, the smirk wider than ever. You whined loudly into his shoulder lightly punching it. “You know what…” you whined out, though it came out muffled because of his shoulder. He chuckled once again before flipping the two of you so that you were once again pinned with your arms over your head. You squeal in surprise, but can’t keep the excited smile off of your face. Michael matched your expression.

“You know, you’re pretty cute,” he noted, his smile only growing wider as a blush once again attacked your face. You shook your head, trying to bury your face into your arms, though it didn't work. Michael nodded sincerely.

“You’re right. I misspoke. What I mean to say was, you’re absolutely adorable and amazing.” Your face felt like it was going to melt off at this point. You opened your mouth to retort but all that came out were giggles as Michael started pinching your sides. 

“Thahahahat’s nahahahat fahahahahair!” Michael smirked and spidered his fingers up and down your sides.

“And how is this not fair exactly?” He teased, never relenting with the spider tickles. 

“Ihihihihi wahahahahasn’t reheheheheady!” You complained, slightly kicking out from the light touches.

“You should be more careful with what you ask for then…” Michael taunted, switching to squeezing your sides. You blushed a crimson red and tried to hide your face away in your arms. He smiled at you endearingly, enjoying every second of this, and absolutely loving that you were having just as much fun as he was. He carefully made his way across your stomach, keeping his touch light and feathery. You desperately shook your head, and pulled on your arms, giggling up a storm. “M-mihihihihichahahahael!” you squealed out, your smile only growing when his fingers sped up. “Yes baby?” He smirked as a darker shade of red crept its way up your cheeks. You simply shook your head in response. He smiled at you with adoration and leaned down and planted a kiss on your forehead. You smiled excitedly and returned the kiss, lifting your head to peck his cheek. He chuckled and ruffled your hair.

“You’re so adorable, you know that?” You giggled in response and shook your head cheekily. “You sure about that?” he asked with a smirk, teasingly wiggling his fingers in your view. You blushed and shook your head again, though this time a little more hesitantly. He smirked down at you before slightly tightening his grip on your arms, and lightly spidering his fingers under your arms. You quickly broke into loud laughter, and kicked your legs out. You gently tugged on your arms, trying to pull them away from your boyfriend. 

“So let me ask you again, are you adorable?” You once again shook your head at the question, laughing wildly. You tried to deter his fingers away from the sensitive skin, squirming and bouncing about. Michael sighed, though there was still a wide smile on his face which gave way to how he really felt. His fingers stilled, and he clucked his tongue. “Now I gave you a chance to admit it,” Michael began, his tone alone making you blush, “But you chose not to accept it, so you have to be punished for it baby.” As he finished he pushed your shirt up to your ribs, smirking. Your eyes widened slightly, already knowing what he was planning to do. 

“Nononononononomichaelcomeonthat’smean,” you rushed the words out of your mouth quickly, though there was a huge smile on your face. 

“You know for how mean this is I still haven’t heard a stop,” Michael taunted, the malicious smirk only growing. You immediately went scarlet red and began sputtering. After a few seconds you manage to mutter out a small, “shut up,” causing Michael to chuckle. You scrunch your face up, and shift from side to side. “Aw, is the anticipation getting to someone?” You whine at him and hesitantly nod your head. He leaned down and planted a kiss on your forehead. You immediately stop whining and a perky smile appears on your face. Michael chuckled at your reaction and slowly lowered his head towards your stomach, reminding you what he was doing in the first place. You immediately began squirming from side to side as much as you were able to.

“M-m-michael, c-come on p-please,” you begged playfully, the smile on your face as wide as it ever could be. He didn’t say anything in response, he just started blowing raspberries into your tummy. You immediately began howling with laughter and bucking around. One thing you failed to notice until it was too late were his fingers slowly creeping their way to your underarms. When you felt his fingers come into contact with your worst spot you practically shrieked. “MIHIHIHIHIHICHAHAHAHAHAEL!” Michael drew away quickly, chuckling slightly as he saw the insane blush that had taken over your face, ears, and neck. 

“You okay baby?” he asked with a slight smirk. Before you could nod, or try to stutter out a response his hands found their way to rest on your top ribs. Granted, he wasn’t moving them but it still made you giggle. 

“I’m f-fihihihihine.” Michael smiled at your adorable reaction. 

“You sure you’re okay because you’re already giggling and I haven’t done anything yet.” You slightly sputtered at this, and tried to hide your face into your arm.

"Shuhuhut up yohohohou knohohohow whahahat yohohohou're dohohohing."

“Baby, I’m not doing anything,” he sing-songed, still not moving his hands away.

“That’s the problem,” you quietly muttered, the sound muffled by how much you had buried your face away. Michael immediately began cooing over you, unable to help it with how adorable you were being. 

“Awwww, so you’d prefer that I just started doing this?” He finished by gently drilling into the top rib with his thumb and scratching over your underarms with the rest of his fingers. You immediately began cackling and pulling on your arms once again. Michael wasn’t deterred in the slightest, and he just let your arms go, continuing his assault. Your arms immediately shot down, and glued to your sides. “Look what happened, you trapped my hands. Now if you want the tickles to stop you’ll have to raise your arms back up.” You shook your head, the delighted laughter spilling out of your mouth. “Yup! I can’t get my hands out if you don’t raise your arms back up.” You don’t say anything in response, just throw your head back and let the laughter wash over you. “You know, I think you might need a little bit of convincing…” With that, Michael began blowing raspberries once again. You quickly fell back into the shrieking laughter that had happened the first time he did this. You pushed on Michael’s head, desperately trying to get the tickly vibrations away from your stomach, but Michael simply grabbed your arms and moved them to the side, now just blowing raspberries into your stomach. You were still squealing with laughter, but now it had gone down enough that you could speak. 

“MIHIHIHIHICAHAHAHAEL! STAHAHAHAP!” He sat up and began just lightly trailing over your sides now.

“You know what you have to do if you want it to stop, baby…”

“F-fihihihine I’m cuhuhuhute.” You finally give in, weakly trying to squirm away from the tickles. Michael smiled happily and let your arms go, and pulled you into his lap. You immediately buried your face away into his chest, the giggles still slipping away. He hugged you tightly and gently rubbed your back to try to help get the giggles away.

“Is that what you wanted y/n?” You shyly nodded, keeping your burning face buried away into his chest.

“Th-thank you.” You could feel your face burn hotter when Michael began cooing over you once again. “Awwww, of course baby. I’m glad you had fun,” Michael cooed softly, still rubbing your back. “Do you want to watch a movie?” You peeked out from Michael’s chest and nodded excitedly. 

“Can we watch Coraline?” you asked with a small shine in your eyes, the smile wide and innocent as you asked. Michael smiled at you happily and nodded his head, getting up to go put the movie in. 

When Michael came back to his position on the couch you immediately shimmied into his lap and cuddled close to him. He just smiled and held you close to him, his eyes already locked on the screen as the opening music began playing. The two of you simply sat and watched the movie for a while before you looked at Michael slightly pouting. “You okay?” he asked, finally looking away from the screen, his eyes slightly filling with concern as he looked at your pout. You nodded, and pouted again, slipping your hands under Michael’s shirt causing him to let out a small squeak. It took everything in your being to conceal a smirk when he let out the small noise. “My hands are really cold,” you pouted once again. “Can I please warm them up?” He slightly tensed up from the temperature of your hands, but nodded anyways, giving you a suspicious look before turning his attention back to the screen. Once his focus was away from you, you let the subtle smirk take over your features as you lightly squeezed Michael’s sides. He let out another squeak and whipped his head around to face you. “Why’d you do that?” He asked, the smile playing at the corners of his mouth, but he tried to keep it under control. You couldn’t stop the smirk from appearing on your face this time. “Hmm? Do what? I’m just trying to warm my hands up.” Michael playfully glared at you before slowly turning his attention back to the television to continue watching the movie. You waited a couple of minutes before doing it once again, this time slightly scribbling along with the squeeze. 

“Wha- hehehey!” Michael giggled out a weak protest, not doing anything else to stop you. You didn’t say anything in response, you simply began spidering his sides lightly. His giggles immediately became much more bubbly as they began pouring out of his mouth. 

“What can I say? Revenge is a dish best served cold,” you taunt playfully, putting your ice cold hands across as much of his stomach as you could for emphasis. Michael groaned at your lame pun while trying to squirm away from the cold. You simply chuckled at his reaction and began lightly kneading his stomach, throwing him into an entirely new fit of giggles. He gently grabbed onto your hands and tried to pull them away from his stomach. You let him grab your hands away and you leaned into to simply start nibbling and kissing along his neck. His shoulders immediately shot up to try to protect his neck, but he continued holding onto your hands. 

“Nohohohoho! This ihihihisn’t fahahair!” he giggled out happily, still trying to deter you away from his neck. “And how exactly is this not fair?” you countered, taking a small break from attacking his neck. “You tickled me to pieces, it’s only fair if I do it back.” Michael opened his mouth to retort but all that came out were a set of hiccupy giggles as your fingers found they’re way to his ribs. He squirmed from side to side, squealing as he did so. His arms were no longer trying to fend off your fingers, they were simply uselessly flailing about at his sides. Now it was your turn to coo over how adorable he was being. Your heart couldn’t help but flutter when you saw the sight in front of you. He had a wide smile stretched across his face, his eyes were squeezed tightly shut, and he was squirming from side to side, trying to escape the tickles but unable to because you were on his lap. You gently slotted your fingers into the spaces in between the bones of his ribs before vibrating your fingers, making a small bzzzzzz noise as you did it. Michael practically jumped three feet in the air and the giggles quickly became laughter. 

“Dohohohohon’t dohohoho thahahaht it tihihihickles!” he squealed out, unable to do anything besides throw his head back and laugh. “Awwww does it tickle? I had no idea.” You smirked and continued vibrating your fingers into his ribs, leaning down to start pressing the tickly kisses into his neck again. He squealed at the sudden change, full belly laughter now leaking out of him. 

After a few minutes of attacking his ribs you decide to make your way under his arms. As soon as you come in contact with his underarms he immediately pressed his arms down to his sides, and kept them glued there. “Aw, Michael, you trapped my hands here, now the only way the tickles can stop is if you raise your arms up for me,” you mimicked playfully, lightly digging into his underarms. He glared at you through the laughter, though it didn’t really have any bite behind it because of the dopey smile on his face. You simply gave a cheeky smile in return, and gently scratched at the sensitive area. “You know, I think I remember you doing a pretty mean thing to me earlier…” Michael scrunched his face up in confusion, looking at you for more of an explanation. Instead you simply pushed his shirt out of the way and began slowly lowering your head towards his stomach. His eyes immediately widened with realization and his squirming intensified tenfold. “Nohohohoho! Ihihihim sahahahaharry juhuhust dohohohon’t!” he pleaded, trying to delay the impossible. You simply shook your head in response and blew the biggest raspberry you could into his stomach. He immediately began howling with laughter, and bucking around, almost throwing you off of his lap. You slowed down to a stop, and took your hands out from under his arms. 

“You alright?” you asked, a playful and adoring smile on your face as you watched him catch his breath. He nodded, taking in as much as he could.

“You know, you’re a lot meaner than I thought you were.” 

“Yeah, I can tell by how red your face is,” you pointed out, smiling even more when the red only deepened. Once you confirmed that Michael was alright to start again you started pinching away at his hips sending him into a stream of airy giggles. You loved the small, care-free smile that was paired along with the light giggles that came from tickling his hips. It was so adorable that you could go the rest of the day just simply pinching along his hips. You were very quickly beginning to run out of ler, however,  and just wanted cuddles. 

You let up on his hips and began moving towards his knees which caused Michael to start squirming once again.

“Waitwaitwaitwaitwaitwait,” Michael sped out, trying to convince you to stay away from his knees. 

“Michael, you’re not going to be able to convince me, you attacked my worst spot so I’m going to attack yours.” Michael glared at you once again, though you knew he wasn’t really mad because of the smile playing at the edge of his mouth. You smirked at him before latching onto the pressure point just above his knees. He was immediately sent into hysterics, and very quickly fell into silent laughter. You chuckled at his ticklishness and scratched the tops of his knees and the backs of his knees at the same time almost killing him. At this point, he started getting small tears of mirth beginning to appear in the corners of his eyes, which was your warning sign to back off. You slowed yourself to a stop and readjusted on his lap so that your head was against his shoulder. You gave him a couple of small kisses along his chin as he caught his breath once again. 

“Did I go too far?” you asked, feeling a little bit guilty at what you did. He shook his head, his smile still beaming despite how long after the tickling it had been. 

“Nope not at all. It was absolutely perfect, thank you baby,” he reassured, giving you a kiss which made you melt a small bit. You nodded happily and leaned against his chest, closing your eyes. He began slightly humming and gently tracing over your sides, keeping a steady pace. He made sure that he didn’t make it tickle so much that you wanted to shift away, but still tickle enough that you had a small smile on your face. He wrapped a blanket around the both of you and rested his chin on top of your head, turning towards the television to watch the end of the movie. Within just a couple of minutes the both of you were fast asleep, cuddled closely to each other. Both of you had a small smile on your face and an all around peaceful look on your faces.

[veryblushyswitch]

Idk if you’re still into BMC, but Jeremy is Big Lee and Michael is Big Ler—

Ahh my boys!!! Totally!

I can just see Michael picking up Jeremy in a big hug wrapping his arms around his waist, and because Jeremy’s trapped he just wiggles his fingers against his sides. Jeremy can’t do anything about it so he just kicks his legs and hides his face in Michael’s shoulder.

[flusterd-screaming]

if anyone would like to scream about lee/ler/switch michael mell my dm's are OPEN

[bmeef-jermky]

Stretch Marks (Michael and Jeremy)

"Jeremy—! Cut that out—!" Michael giggled as Jeremy traced his fingers along his tummy, taking his sweet time to admire Michael's stretch marks.

"Nah!" Jeremy giggled along with Michael, stopping the tracing for a second to just gently squeeze Michael's tummy. "You're so cute!"

"Lihihies!" Michael squeaked as Jeremy went back to tracing along each stretch mark. It was something they did every once in a while, to show each other they were appreciated and loved.

Jeremy finally stopped after a few seconds, letting Michael catch his breath. Michael rolled over onto his side, still giggling softly and had pulled his shirt back down. "It's funny how you can never handle that!"

"You're one to talk."

Michael gently grabbed Jeremy's hands and pinned them down to the side. Jeremy squealed as he realized what was about to happen. "Michael! Michael do not—" Jeremy was cut off by his own shrieks and giggles as Michael placed gentle kisses on each of Jeremy's stretch marks.

"MICHAEL!!" Jeremy tried to yell between giggles.

"This is your own fault." Michael hummed as he nuzzled his face into Jeremy's tummy. All Jeremy could do was try his hardest to wiggle away from the taller boy.

"MICHA PLEASE!" Jeremy begged as he laughed, but Michael just ignored him as he let go of Jeremy's hands. Now he was squeezing Jeremy's hips, and even with free hands jeremy couldn't muster the strength to push him off.

Michael slowed down the tickles to Jeremy could catch his breath. Jeremy was giggling still and sighed. "Are we even..?"

"Nope."  Michael said, taking a deep breathe. He blew a raspberry on Jeremy's tummy, making Jeremy scream and burst into snorts and laughter. "Okay, now I'm done!" He said, resting the side of his head on Jeremy's tummy, lightly still tracing over Jeremy's stretch marks.

That caused a small but steady stream of giggles from Jeremy's mouth. "You're the wohohorst!"

"I know!"

[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.