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.

This is a BMC tickle fic prompted by @mountain-dew-tickledpink

Summary: Rich and Jeremy have a full on war over collectors cards

Please don’t be put off by the title lol

This wasn’t a very uncommon occurrence: Rich and Jeremy wrestling on the floor over something as simple as a game card.

“I saw it first!”, Jeremy cried, wiggling over Rich to grab the card which was on the other side of the room.

Rich grabbed his leg, tripping him, and scrambled over to grab the card, raising his arms in triumph when he got it.

“Not so fast!”, Jeremy said, lifting himself up from the floor and lunging at Rich, causing both of them to topple onto the green carpet of Rich’s bedroom. 

This had all started with a card trade, which I know is usually not something that you would see high school kids doing, but Jeremy and Rich happened to share a passion of video game character cards. When Rich’s Squip left, his secret love of these little childish pieces of paper was the second thing that he openly confessed. 

And Jeremy had just been hanging out at Rich’s place, trading, when he spotted a card that he didn’t have at the back of Rich’s card-book. Of course, the card was rightfully Rich’s, but it was a double, and Jeremy really wanted it. For some reason, one copy of the same card just wasn’t enough for him, and he demanded that he trade it for one of Jeremy’s cards. But Jeremy had no doubles left, so a war broke out between the two.

Rich escaped from Jeremy’s grip and re-grabbed the precious card. Jeremy was about to lunge at him again when Rich decided to exploit a certain weakness of Jeremy’s to his advantage.

See, one thing that everybody in school new about Jeremy was that the funny little nerd also happened to be very, very ticklish.  

It was just so damn easy to find out; something as simple as a poke of encouragement made him jump and squeal.

Rich extended his fingers and started tickling him. 

“WAHAHAHAHAIT RIHIHIHIHICH NOHOHOHOHO!”

“Ah, Rich yes”, Rich teased, scribbling at the other boy’s sides,  “You deserve this Jer! This is what you get for trying to steal my card!”.

“WAHAHAHAHAHAIT NOHOHOHOHOHNE OF THIHIHIHIHIS THAHAHT’S CHEHEATING!”

“This?”, Rich questioned, “Could ‘this’ refer to tickling by any chance?”

Jeremy’s face went red.

“NOHOHOHO RIHIHIHIHICH DOHOHOHOHON’T BE AN ASSHOHOHOHOLE!!!”

“What? It’s just a word. Tickle. Tickle. Tickletickletickletickletickle!”, Rich cooed, reaching under Jeremy’s arms. Jeremy snorted.

Snorted.

Like the sound of a pig blowing it’s nose. 

Rich stopped his fingers: “Shit”.

Jeremy cupped his hand over his mouth in horror: “Sorry, just, ack, gahhhhhh!!!”.

Rich hoped off Jeremy to let him breathe. He took in big pants of air.

“That was a funny noise”, Rich teased.

Jeremy groaned in embarrassment, making Rich smile.

“It’s okay buddy, it’s not that bad. Iv’e heard worse. In fact-”.

Rich tackled Jeremy back over, making him yelp, “It even makes me want to tickle you more”.

Jeremy’s eyes widened, “Wait- NOHO!”

“SAY YOU’LL LET ME KEEP THE CARD!!!”, Rich cried out at the laughing mess beneath him. He clawed his fingers down to Jeremy’s stomach, making his laughter transform into soft yet desperate giggles.

“Okahahahahay, fine! Yohohohohou wihihiihin!”.

Rich smirked, “Good, but I’m still going to tickle you”.

Rich went back to the boy’s underarms, making him shriek and toss his head back in laughter.

“OHOHOHO MYHYHYHY CRAHAHAHAP, NOHOHOHOH FAHAHAHAHAIR!!!”

“All is fair in love and card war”, Rich teased, wiggling his fingers on Jeremy’s neck which was fully exposed from him tossing his head back. He jerked it down to his chest and made a snort double as loud as the last one.

This time however, Rich didn’t stop. He knew that if he stoped at this specific moment Jeremy would get all embarrassed about the noise he just made, so Rich tried to ignore it.

Tried.

He could’t help but chuckle a little.

Jeremy thrashed around and laughed as Rich’s fingers creeped under his pinned chin.

“PLEHEHEHASE, I CHAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAHAHAKE IHHIHIHIT AHAHAHAHNYMOHOHOHOHORE!”, Jeremy cried out in ticklish agony. That was the cue for Rich to stop.

Jeremy sat up panting once again.

“Sorry dude”, Rich said sheepishly, “Too far?”

Jeremy just smiled, “Wow, you are very passionate about your cards aren’t you”.

Rich chuckled: “Always”.