#richjake fic

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/80028226

Guys i wrote a richjake oneshot for English class and I decided to post it on ao3.. enjoy fellow richjakers

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Be More Chill - Iconis/Tracz Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jake Dillinger/Rich Goranski Characters: Jake Dillinger, Rich Goranski, chloe valentine (mentioned), Christine Canigula (Mentioned) Additional Tags: Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, very mild, dont worry about it kids they good, Disabled Character, temporarily??, Trans Character, Trans Male Character, Kissing, Crying, its a mess, Happy Ending, Post-Squip, my boys are in love, its very sweet trust me, I promise, they just need a bit of a cry alright, idk how to tag this, Lots of Cuddling, l o t s, Disabled Jake Dillinger, Trans Rich Goranski, lots of fluff, theyre just, Ugh, theyre just really in love ok Summary:

Jake talks to Rich after days of him being uncharacteristically quiet, they break, they mend, Rich spends the night.

Rich tells Jake he loves him.

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So this is what @connormurphweed helped me write to go with this fanart. And I would love it if you checked out both!!

[amazingmsme]

This Feeling Is New

Many things changed after the SQUIPs got shut down, and Rich felt free for the first time since freshman year. He learned to accept himself for who he was and chose to embrace the things that used to make him insecure. It took a while for him to ignore the SQUIP's evil voice echoing in his brain, but his friends helped a lot. He and Jeremy hung out regularly, both understanding one another in ways that the others just couldn't. They had their SQUIPs for a longer period of time, so their effect had a larger impact. But the biggest change was Jake. He had always looked up to him. As the looser in the background, being the cool popular guy seemed amazing. Then he became a cool popular guy, as well as Jake's best friend. At first he was afraid Jake wouldn't like him anymore once the SQUIP was gone, but Jake treated him like he always had. They still hung out and joked around, just like they used to. Rich hadn't realized he had a crush on him until the middle of their sophomore year, and even with his SQUIP in his ear telling him what to do, he couldn't bring himself to make a move. When he was in the hospital, Jake came to visit him every day. He was there even more than his parents, and was more attentive than any nurse he had. Rich woke from a nap to see Jake's concerned face hovering inches above his own. "It looked like you were having a bad dream," he explained. When he was finally released from the hospital, it was Jake who drove him home. His mom was working, and his father was too drunk to even count to five. Jake noticed when he hesitated to leave the safety of the car. "You don't have to leave you know." And so he didn't. He stayed in Jake's car talking and listening to the radio. They laughed at one of the insanely sexual stories being told by a caller who was just a little too eager to share their experience that had gone horribly wrong. "Never let me make that big of a fool of myself," Rich laughed. Jake's laughter died down and he stared at Rich, a look he couldn't quite describe plastered on his face. He rested his head in his hand and spoke, "I don't think you would. You're too smart." Rich snorted. "Yeah, because a smart guy like me would let themselves be brainwashed and burn down your house," he said, gaze shifting down. He lifted his head up when he felt a hand grasp his shoulder, and Jake looked at him with worried eyes. "Rich, you're a good person. There's no need to beat yourself up like this, you've been through enough." Rich stared at him through wide eyes, and Jake's hand slipped from his shoulder to the back of his neck, pulling him in. And ever since, they've been dating. In many ways, it wasn't that much different from being best friends. Except now Rich could kiss him, hold his hand, and do other things that friends just don't do. It was a good change, and Rich felt proud to call Jake his boyfriend. He snuggled closer to him on the couch, eyes never leaving the TV screen. They had only been a couple for a few months and were still getting this whole dating thing down, but if you asked them, they weren't half bad. They both really liked each other and cared about them. Jake ran his fingers over Rich's arm lightly, tracing gentle patterns across the skin. The burns had healed, leaving large scars up and down his arm. They didn't hurt anymore, but Jake was still being extremely careful, afraid of hurting his boyfriend. Rich wished he wouldn't be so cautious because the light touch was nearly unbearable. He hated to admit it, but he was horribly ticklish, and the sensitive scars were even more so. He really didn't want Jake to find this out, because he knew that if he did, he'd never be safe from the mirthful onslaught. So he was forced to lay there and take it, biting back repressed laughter as he tried not to move. "You okay?" Jake asked, noticing his discomfort. Rich nodded frantically, not daring to open his mouth for fear of giving himself away. Jake shrugged, "Alright." He continued tracing the patterns on the reddened skin, fingers moving ever so slowly. Rich couldn't decide what would be worse: this slow maddening sensation that was so soft yet so intense going on for the rest of the movie, or Jake just pinning him down on the couch and mercilessly tickling him all over. At least now Jake didn't realize what he was doing, and therefore wouldn't be able to tease him about it later. Rich was brought out of his thoughts when Jake's short nails gently scratched his bicep, and he quickly brought his hand to his mouth to try and muffle the giggles that were about to spill out. "I'm so sorry, did I hurt you?" Jake asked and immediately drew his hand away. "No, I'm fine, you're fine, you didn't hurt me," Rich answered reassuringly. Jake gave him a skeptical look but settled back down nonetheless. His damned hand went right back to Rich's arm, and this time he was unable to keep his laughter at bay. Rich turned his head, hiding his face in the arm of the couch. "Ihihihi Jahahahake ihihit tihihihickles," he said, not being able to take it any longer. Jake smiled adoringly, finding it all incredibly sweet. "I didn't know you were ticklish, Babe," he spoke, wiggling his fingers with more purpose. The tingly feeling fluttered over his skin, sending him into fits of endless giggles. He nuzzled into his neck, blowing a small raspberry and making him squeal. "Oh my god you're adorable!" Upon hearing this, Rich's face turned as head as the stripe in his hair. "Fahahahahack!" he cackled as Jake's hand snaked underneath his tank top and scratched at the stretch of skin just below his belly button. Jake smiled evilly, "Oo, good spot?" he questioned as he pinned his hands above his head and straddled his waist. Rich knew this would happen, so why was he just letting it? He squirmed underneath him, a large smile plastered on his face. "So Rich, where else are you ticklish?" he asked, accenting the word by wiggling his fingers above his stomach making him writhe and laugh, even though he wasn't touching him. "Aww I'm not even touching you! Are you so ticklish that I don't even have to touch you to get you to laugh?" His teasing words made it all so, so much worse. "Shuhuhut up dihihihick!" Jake smirked, "Hey, you're the one named Richard, not me." Rich let out a laugh at the joke, and that gave Jake the perfect opportunity to skitter his fingers all along his torso, driving him mad. After a few more minutes, Jake finally showed mercy. He flopped down beside him, grinning. "Well that was fun! Who knew you were so ticklish!" Rich let out a groan at that word. "What? Do you not like it when I call you ticklish?" he asked, putting extra emphasis on the word and grinning when Rich let's out a whine and hides his face. Rich knows his boyfriend is going to use this against him all the time, and he knows he'll be looking forward to it.

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Hot Pursuit

AN: This the the anticipated sequel to my other fic 3 Times Jeremy's Squip Was NOT Helpful Rich honestly didn't think Jake would run after him once he tweaked his side, but he wasn't complaining. He had been crushing on him for so long now, and only occasionally was Jake this playful. It seemed that every little thing he did made him fall harder for him and made him all giddy inside. He looked over his shoulder, seeing his friend chasing after him. He rounded the corner, sneakers skidding on the tile floor. His smaller frame made it easier to turn sharp corners, and he laughed to himself as he heard Jake bust his ass. "Oh you're really gonna be laughing once I get a hold of you!" Jake yelled, scrambling to his feet. Rich let out a squeak, rushing away. If he was honest, he really didn't mind the idea of Jake catching him. Being that close to Jake... his hands all over his body... Damn he really fell hard for this one. "Christine move!" Rich demanded racing past her, going as far as to grab her shoulders and shove her at Jake, who had gotten surprisingly close, to slow him down. "Oh my god I'm so sorry," Jake apologized, making sure she was okay before running after his friend. "You're gonna pay for that, Dick Giranski," he teased, knowing his friend despised when people called him "Dick." "Try faking him out. You might succeed, or he might catch you, but either way it's kind of a win win," his SQUIP advised. Oh well, what did he have to loose? "Wait, wait time out," Rich said, having to catch his breath. He rested his hands on his knees, panting. Jake chuckled, walking over, "There's no time out! Maybe if you did sports like me, you wouldn't be so tuckered out after a light jog," he said, getting closer. "Light jog my ass," Rich muttered, smirking as he dashed forward, planning on running right past Jake and to continue the playful chase. Because he didn't want the flirting- well, flirting on his part- to end. Only when he ran by Jake, the other boy reached his arm out, hooking it around the shorter one's waist. "NO DAMNIT!" he cried out, being lifted into the air. He kicked his legs and squirmed, but couldn't get out of Jake's hold. He was so strong... "This is some well earned revenge," Jake said, and Rich gave a nervous laugh, "Ihis it too late to say sorry?" "I'm afraid crappy Justin Bieber lyrics won't help you now," Jake said with a smirk and began walking his fingers up his sides. "Fuck! Nohoho!" Rich didn't bother in trying to hold back his laughter. He was too ticklish, and it would just make Jake more determined. "Aw what's the matter buddy? You can dish it out but you can't take it?" Rich but his lip, giggles spilling forth from his mouth as he tried to swat the other's hands away. "How ticklish are you, dude? I mean, I'm barely moving my fingers and you can't stop giggling," Jake observed with a smile and Rich blushed. "Sh-shut uhuhup!" he cried, feeling his face heating up. "Oh man, your face is so red! Though I can't tell if it's from the tickling or if you're just embarrassed, or a bit of both." "Ihihihi will fuhuhucking punch you!" "Well I don't want that to happen, so I'm gonna say a bit of both," Jake teased. "But just in case, let's move these out of the way, shall we?" As he said this, he took both of Rich's hands and pinned them under his knees. "Ahahahahasshole!" "That's gross," Jake laughed, moving underneath his arms. Rich let out an embarrassing squeal, pressing his arms to his sides the best he could. Why did he always have to wear tank tops? After tickling him there for a few minutes, he moved down and scribbled his fingers across Rich's stomach, which was now exposed due to his shirt riding up from all his squirming, and the thin layer of protection was gone. Rich bucked and squealed, his laughter ranging from full on belly laughs with snorts mixed in to silent hysterics. "Shihihihihit! Oh FUCK NOT THERE!" he yelled when Jake formed his hand into a claw and dug in right below his bellybutton. Rich stopped thrashing, not having any strength to fight anymore and just letting himself succumb to the feeling. It drove him insane, but at the same time, it felt good to loose control. He hadn't really been his true self ever since he got the SQUIP, but now there was no voice telling him what to do or how to act. It was gone, and he realized that he wasn't being patronized by that stupid, annoying voice. Because of this, Rich decided he could stand it for just a little while longer. If only to keep the SQUIP at bay, no other reason what so ever. Nope, not at all. Jake finally decided to show some mercy and backed off. Rich was grateful and laid there regaining his breath. "There. I have successfully avenged Jeremy. And myself, and it's about damn time I did. I can't let you go around thinking you can tickle me without any sort of payback," he said with a smirk, nudging his shoulder. "You better start running," he warned, and Jake scoffed. "Well if you can still run after all that I clearly didn't try hard enough." Rich tried to glare at him, but the goofy grin on his face negated the effect. "Hey, don't give me that look," Jake said, squeezing the other boy's stomach. Rich yelped, curling in on himself and swatting his hand away with a smile. "You're an asshole who's gonna be dead soon, you know that?" Jake shrugged, "Eh, it was worth it. You got a nice laugh, and I don't hear it much." Rich looked away, blushing at the compliment. "But I'm gonna make sure to hear it a lot more from now on. Rich tried, but he couldn't help the grin spreading across his face, "You better not." "Oh I will, and that's a promise."