#the squip squad

[onyxlikesstuff]

Hyperfixated so hard, I went to Birmingham to see the musical

[happistar]

Characterizing the squip squad be like they’re besties. They’re worsties. Half of them hate the other half. They’re all dating each other. They’re all exes. They’re all slightly telepathically connected through the events at the play. Except Michael. They still make sure to include him though. They’re all popular. They’re losers. They’re neurodivergent. None of them are cishet.

[donnetellotheturtle]

The squip squad: *staring at rich*

Rich: ....okay fine. I admit it. I still can't swim! I never took those lessons at the community pool.

Michael: Rich, you promised!

Rich: They wanted to put me in the beginners class with the little kids! I can't be swimming around with a bunch of five year olds! They can be so cruel when they sense weakness.

[boyf-reinds]

Brooke: those moments when straight people assume you're one of them and you feel like a secret gay agent

lesbionage

Rich: bi spy

Christine: it's an ace case

Michael: Secret gaygent.

Chloe: PAN WITH A PLAN

Jeremy: queer with gear

[bmcheadcanons]

HC: squip squad forms a support group to work through their traumas from the squipcident and apologize to one another for their various wrongdoings (because, as many have pointed out, these guys have been through a lot, and in some cases, have put each other through a lot)

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[i-used-to-wear-the-fedora]

Whenever Jake plays among us with his friends he always sacrifices himself to protect the mini companion he has treating it like a son while his friends question why he does this

Jake: *shoving his phone in Chloe's face* LOOK AT MY BABY BOY! I'D DIE FOR HIM!

Chloe: It's just a blob .

Jake: *loudly gasping* DON'T YOU DARE SAY THAT.

[askthesquipsquad]

Ask Blog: Start!

Level 1: The Beginning

Jeremy and his friends are finishing up junior year and stressing about being seniors, just like every other high school student! But something’s different... isn’t it?

There isn’t enough Be More Chill content in 2020, so I’m doing it myself. Welcome to a casual ask blog for Jeremy and his crew of misfits. Don’t expect me to go all out with the art I’m lazy and depressed.

[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.