#Ego fanfic

[cozyenigma]

Sleepless

(Hope this was what you envisioned!)

Word Count- 1241

Request?- Yes

Summary- Late nights in space weren't out of the norm. Everyone dealt one way or another but it was easier when you had someone to pass the time with

Warnings- None

Insomnia wasn't a unique problem aboard the invincible two. Even with artificial day night cycles it was still a struggle to adjust to sleeping in space. You frequently found your crew trying to mitigate it as best they could, in their own ways.

Burt was probably the only one who actually tried to sleep on a schedule. Making sure his tea stash was stocked in the mess hall was always a wise choice. He was quiet at the best of times and even more so when he was short on sleep.

On the other hand, you had Celci. She had a meticulous plan in place for herself. Being the head of cryostasis probably had something to do with that. She limited her caffeine intake, screen time past a certain point, and certain foods entirely. Despite that, it wasn't uncommon to see her working into the wee hours of the morning. Or what should've been morning by earth standards. The stubborn scientist always reasoned that there was always more work to do so she ought to make herself useful.

Gunther... Well, so long as he had free access to a shooting range he kept that particular problem to himself.

You sighed, running a hand down your face as you walked down the hall. There wasn't much of a need to have a night crew with the planet right beneath you so it was blessedly silent. What you kept coming back to was late night walks. It let your mind and your body wander and, ideally, wear themselves out.

Your footsteps echoed softly as you neared the bridge. The usual silence you expected, however, was broken by soft snoring sounds. They only had you pause for a moment before continuing into the bridge.

His legs were poking out from under the console. Tools were scattered about his sleeping form, a wrench still loosely grasped in one hand. You shook your head and approached. Mark was the type to keep going until his body gave out on him, insomnia or no. Gently as you could, you reached out and shook his leg.

Mark jerked awake and lurched upwards, directly into the console. You winced at the clang and Marks following curses.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. Are you okay?"

Clambering out from underneath the machinery, Mark looked up at you, still holding his forehead. "Captain? Why're you still up?"

You couldn't help but snort. "Pot calling the kettle black much?"

Brushing his tools aside, Mark stood up. "I wasn't up till a few seconds ago actually, thanks for that."

He brushes his hands off on his pants, giving you a knowing look. "And you still haven't answered the question."

Already you had similar snark locked and loaded to throw back and yet... You paused, looked out of the window at the expanse of space and the small, small ball you all risked your lives to get to.

"The usual," you said eventually. "Bonus nightmares included." You ignored how Marks expression softened at that. "I was just- trying to walk and clear my head is all. You?"

A long pause. A sigh. "About the same. I didn't even try to go to bed so, think you got that one on me. One of the crew mentioned the display had been glitching out so," he lightly kicked at the console, "here I am."

The laugh that came out of you then wasn't amused as much as it was just tired. "I'd say glad to know I'm not the only one but I kinda hoped you were doing better than I was at least."

Kicking his tools out of the way, Mark goes to sit down against the console, facing the window. "We're a team in all things, Captain. Even the fucked up nightmare department."

He pats the floor next to him and you take the invitation, sidling up next to him. The two of you both watch the planet below in silence. Tomorrow the efforts to establish a colony below would begin in earnest. Before this, the idea would have filled you with excitement. Now though... you were just tired. Mentally and physically you were exhausted and you were keenly aware of how much you needed the sleep for the day to come.

"You think they're doing okay?" Your confusion must've been obvious since Mark continued, "Back on Earth, I mean. What do you think they're doing back there?"

"I don't know... Probably just- living their lives, I guess," you muttered, looking back outside.The thought never occurred to you. That sort of peaceful normalcy with lifetimes, light years behind you now.

"I dont know," he sighed, "I just keep thinking what I'd be doing right now if I wasn't- hurtling through space, yknow?"

You hummed and nodded. Hesitant, you asked, "Do you- if you could go back and never take this job on, do something else, would you?"

When he looks at you then there's a faraway look to his eyes you'd never seen before. Well... one you'd only seen one other time. "...At the end of the day... No," he murmurs. "No I don't think I would. Knowing what all I do now. I'd do a lot of stuff differently but not that. I know one way or another I'd end up out here, in space."

You're almost relieved when he looks away from you again. Then you feel him knock his shoulder into yours."

Besides, someone needs to keep you on track, Captain."

You snort despite yourself. Knocking him back just has the two of you in a vicious game of trying to push the other over. By the end of it you're both laughing like only the sleep deprived can. An idea abruptly popped into your head and you would blame the sleeplessness that made you act on it almost immediately.

Shifting, you laid down and placed your head squarely in the middle of Marks lap. You could feel him stiffen underneath you.

"Uh-"

"You're a good pillow, shush."

After a moment he relaxes again, setting his hand on your arm. "Alright, whatever you say, captain."

You yawned, shaking your head. "When are you gonna stop calling me that?"

"Whenever you're not my captain anymore. Which I don't see happening anytime soon."

"Kiss ass," you muttered.

There's a finger poking you in the cheek. "Only if you ask nicely."

That sent you sputtering, turning to see him looking down at you with a similar expression. You could already see the blush darkening his cheeks and feel the same on yours.

"Uh-"

"Can we-"

You both stop. Then, Mark continued, "We're gonna just blame that on the no sleep."

"Yeah that- that sounds good."

There's an awkward silence after that. One where you just stubbornly stare out of the window and try not to think too hard about the man you're with. Eventually, that fades as the exhaustion sweeps over you again. You'd scoot back into him, the back of your head resting against his stomach now, and sighed.

At some point Mark would start idly rubbing his thumb across your arm. The presence of another person, the warmth of it, was enough for you to finally close your eyes.

When your crew mates both found you passed out on the bridge, they left you alone for a while. Not before some pictures were taken to commemorate the occasion of course but the two of you could use some shut eye.

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[franklyshipping]

The Measure Of A Hero ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic (Sequel to Tickle-Hungry)

HEYO! Time for another delightful anon prompt featuring Silver and Bim, and this one counts as an unofficial sequel to Tickle-Hungry! So let's see what they get up to this time! LET'S DO THIS!

TAGGING: @bimlee-trimmer @bim-trimler and @silvlee-shepherd

It had been a little while since that fateful day. The day when Bim Trimmer and Silver Shepherd confessed their feelings for each other, all thanks to tummy nibbles. The vivacious presenter and bright hero had swiftly become one of the most marvellous power couples in the ego manor. Everyone thought they were utterly adorable, especially Bim and Silver themselves! They doted on each other; Silver was always in the audience whenever Bim was filming something new, praises at the ready, whilst Bim was always on hand to pamper Silver and get him treats after the hero’s long days and nights patrolling. The two of them, with their love languages of words of affirmation and acts of service, were just a wondrous match, proved by what Bim was doing for Silver today.

Silver had had the same super suit ever since he manifested into reality, and to be honest it was pretty flimsy, but thanks to him being so adept and agile he rarely messed up in a way that a needle and thread couldn’t fix. That is until a few days ago, when he was reaching to a high tree branch during a cat rescue and his suit split all the way down the back. Silver came home with a continent-sized pout, and as soon as Bim learned what happened he began his own special mission. He was going to make Silver a new suit himself, from scratch, and it was going to be fabulous!

They were stood in Bim’s room, and Silver was so bashful as Bim got out his measuring tape, some fabric swatches, stitching patterns, a journal with potential logo ideas – basically a whole entire portfolio which Bim was calling “just some little ideas”. Just when Silver thought he couldn’t adore Bim anymore, he pulled something like this! Thoughtful and selfless to the core.

‘Alright then, time I took some measurements. Suit off please darling.’

Bim remarked, his fingers playing with the tape measure as he grinned cheekily as Silver. Silver, of course, blushed – Bim loved how easy it was to make those heroic cheeks warm up, he couldn’t help but be flirty or teasy any chance he got. He watched as Silver got the tattered suit off, leaving him in his underclothes, a casual top and leggings, and Bim’s grin widened.

‘Ooh cute leggings, very well fitting–‘

‘Shush!’

‘Aww why? It’s not like there’s anyone else here.’

Silver gaped at Bim cutely, still often caught off guard by his utter audacity. He giggled when Bim gave him a little kiss.

‘It’s still flustery!’

‘It is?’

‘Yes!’

Bim snickered, and decided to tickle softly under Silver’s chin.

‘Oh I love how easy to tease you are.’

‘Sh-Shut up…’

Silver gave him a mock pout, which Bim naturally banished with another little kiss. Bim proceeded to sit down on a little stool, put a notepad on his knee, and started measuring. He started with his ankles – though Silver’s suit was beyond repair, his boots were immaculate, so the new suit had to have the same ankle seals as the old one. Then he took some measurements of his calves, all easy enough, with no drama to be found whatsoever. That is, until the tape measure slid up to wrap around one of Silver’s thighs. The hero squeaked lightly as his leg twitched, and Bim gave him a knowing grin.

‘Keep still, I have to get this right sweetie.’

‘I-I know!’

Silver retorted cutely, the apples of his cheeks going pink as he tried to ignore how the sliding of the tape measure really tickled him. Seeing this… Bim just couldn’t help but have a little fun. He subtly played around and fiddled with the tape around his thigh, so he could give the ticklish area some little traces and tweaks. Watching Silver trying to keep still, and hold in his giggles, was adorable – but he couldn’t do it forever. After about a minute he finally spluttered.

‘B-Bihihim stahahappit!’

‘Sorry sorry, I couldn’t resist!’

Bim replied to Silver’s giggly splutter, and he winked at Silver playfully before he bowed his head to note down the next figure. Silver pursed his lips down at Bim cutely… and in a moment of impulsiveness, he reached down and mussed up Bim’s perfectly styled hair. As soon as he felt it, Bim gasped dramatically. His hair, it’s style, sleekness, was his damn pride and joy! He gaped at Silver, who was giggling at his reaction, with an incredulous smile.

‘How DARE you!’

‘You started it!’

‘Oh it’s like that is it?’

‘Yehes!’

Silver’s tongue was poking out through his teeth as he grinned… well, Bim certainly wasn’t going to have that! His indignant expression turned to one of deviousness, and before Silver could react Bim had wrapped his arms around Silver’s thighs and was tickling the absolute hell out of them! Not just scratching at his thighs but sneaking pokes to his hips, and teasy pinches to the backs of his knees. Silver almost buckled, bending double as he burst out laughing and tried to hop away.

‘AHHH! Nonononohohoho nahahat fahahair!’

Silver babbled, unable to escape Bim’s tickle hug as his legs tingled from all the tickling, and he thought he might topple at any moment! Bim smirked up at him and teased.

‘You know what happens when you mess with my hair! I can’t just not punish you…’

Silver was a mess of giggles and yelps as Bim continued his playful onslaught, his heart melting at all of Silver’s endearing reactions. He kept at it for a fair amount of time too, long enough for Silver to start snorting as he exclaimed.

‘Ihihihi’m sahahaharry! Ihihihi’ll fihix yohour hahair!’

‘Oh yeah? You promise not to tousle it even more?’

‘Yehehehes!’

Bim chuckled, then had mercy on him. He grinned as Silver panted, catching his breath with an embarrassed flush on his face. Then, just when Bim thought he couldn’t melt any more, Silver fixed his hair. The hero’s fingers carded through it softly, just barely grazing his scalp as he patiently got it back in its stylish place. Bim let out a purr, slumping a little as he and Silver shared a loving look. Bim was also struck by Silver’s flushed, beaming post-tickle state. He was so pretty.

When Silver finished with Bim’s hair, the movement of his arms caught the presenter’s eye – well, more accurately the way Silver’s biceps were subtly flexing make Bim’s heart flutter. He also remembered he still had a few measurements to do! He got to his feet and brandished the tape measure playfully.

‘I think I definitely need to measure those lovely muscles of yours.’

Silver laughed, seeing where Bim was looking, and he gave him a cheeky flex as he replied.

‘Well, if you insist.’

‘Oh I really do.’

Silver snorted and rolled his eyes fondly. Bim had him relax his muscles so he could do a proper measurement, but also measured them when they were flexed so he knew just how much elasticity the new suit’s material would need to have. Though, measuring Silver’s biceps didn’t come without a few giggles – mainly because Bim couldn’t help but tease the end of his fabric tape measure in Silver’s armpit to make him yelp (and subsequently allow Bim to “sadly” have to re-measure). Bim even did it when he was measuring his chest, having to bite back a grin as he teased.

‘Honey, what did I say about keeping still?’

‘S-Sohorry I-EEK!’

Silver flinched with yet another squeal when he felt yet another “accidental” swipe in one of his exposed hollows. Of course the hero knew it was all on purpose, but he loved the game far too much to call it out! He blushed and smiled as Bim sighed and playfully tutting at him, going in for a re-measure.

‘Honestly, you’re lucky the villains you fight don’t know about how sensitive you are! Imagine them defeating you with one little finger in your armpit.’

Silver gaped and went bright red at his comment, his brain immediately imagining the scenario in his head and bringing out a flood of spluttery giggles.

‘D-Dohon’t sahahay stuhuff lihike thahat!’

‘Aww, is my tough guy getting embarrassed again?’

‘Y-Yes yohou meheheanie!’

Bim laughed, noting down the next measurement before he leaned in and gave Silver a little kiss – a kiss which gave him an excuse to whisper nice and close.

‘Thank you for indulging me today… all I’ve been able to think about is giving you tickles…’

Silver’s blush was coating his ears and neck by this point – Silver was still awed by how Bim could so easily remark on his ler moods aloud, whereas when he was in a lee mood eye contact was even a struggle! He rubbed away the tingles in his underarms as he smiled bashfully and stuttered.

‘I-It’s okay… I… I was also… u-um…’

Bim grinned fondly at Silver trying to admit his want for tickles. He kissed his cheek gently, stroking through his hair as he murmured.

‘I know… speaking of which, are you ready for me to tickle–ahem, sorry, tackle the final little measurement?’

Bim glanced down to Silver’s middle, aka Silver Shepherd’s most notorious area of ticklishness. Silver blushed and nodded with a shy, yet clearly giddy, smile. Bim rolled up Silver’s top and slowly slid the tape around his waist… and not even a second after it teased his skin, Silver jumped away with an explosion of giggles!

‘Wahahait wahahait! Ihihi wahahasn’t reheady!’

Bim laughed with a bright grin, covering his mouth with his hand.

‘Oh my God honey–‘

‘Shuhush dohohon’t lahaugh!’

‘Sohorry, sorry… do you want to do this sitting down?’

‘Noho I can do ihit!’

Silver retorted with a cute pout on his face as Bim snickered. Silver took a few adorable deep breaths, before coming back over and clearing his throat.

‘O-Okay okay do it…’

Bim grinned, and delighted in sliding the tape measure around Silver’s waist once more, letting it tease the creases of his hips and just below his bellybutton. Silver didn’t jump away this time, but instead covered his face as he snorted and burst into giggles.

‘My my, what a giggly client I have. Now let’s see– oh oops!’

Bim gasped, and Silver watched him “accidentally” drop the tape on the floor – Silver let out a giggly whine as Bim picked it up, but the hero couldn’t help but love how Bim was torturing him a little. Bim smirked, holding up the tape playfully again.

‘Let’s try that again shall we?’

He slid it round Silver once more, coaxing out a squeal as he used all his willpower to keep himself still. His giggle fit had him trembling, and Bim had to hold back his own laughter – Silver’s incredible sensitivity never ceased to amaze him, it was one of the many things that kept him falling head over heels for him over and over again. Bim deliberately shifted the tape around, giving little squeezes now and then in which drew out more cute snorts.

‘Ohohoho my gohohohod huhuhurry uhuhuhup!’

‘Now now, a true craftsman cannot rush.’

Bim retorted teasingly, and Silver whined as he peeked through his fingers at Bim – his chocolate brown eyes were bright and watery as he replied.

‘Pleheheheheeeease!’

Yep. Bim Trimmer was, once again, absolutely head over heels. He had mercy, stowing the tape in his pocket as he noted down the final measurement. Silver gasped and took a deep breath, lowering his hands from his face… only for Bim to lean in and deliver a sneaky kiss to his bellybutton at the last second!

‘AHH– B-BIHIHIM!’

Silver shrieked and flailed, immediately covering his tummy as Bim laughed warmly. He came over and opened his arms to him.

‘I’m sorry I had to, you’re too cute when I kiss your button.’

Silver was pretty certain his blush was going to be permanent feature after all this! He rolled his t-shirt down with a bashful smile, and buried his face in Bim’s chest with a giggle as they hugged. Bim rubbed Silver’s back, and smirked when the hero mumbled.

‘You’re lucky I love you…’

‘Oh believe me, I know just how lucky I am.’

Silver giggled again, and let out a sigh when Bim cupped his face and kissed him warmly, before pinching his cheek softly.

‘Now then, how about we get waffles and design the greatest superhero suit to ever grace the multiverse?’

Silver beamed, and Bim laughed when he gave him and excited kiss and tugged at his hand happily.

‘Heck yeah!’

Bim grinned, letting Silver yank him out of the room as flutters and warmth flooded both their hearts. It’s easy to rate things, measure things, assign value to the things in your life, including your own value sometimes. That’s the perfect thing about love. It is, and always will be, immeasurable.

AHH HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THIS LEMME KNOW IF YA DID! WOO LUV YOUS!!

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[elenavr13]

Crew Party

Engineer Mark x Captain

Warning: None

*Pre-ISWM*

*You meet your crew & notice that a lot of them act strangely around you. You decide to point it out to Mark.*

Y/N’S POV

           “Am I the only one who thinks the crew is acting a little weird?” I comment.

           “How so? They’re probably just excited for the mission. I bet it’s that speech you gave them.” Mark lightheartedly elbows me in the arm.

           “I don’t know. It’s like…well…they were acting just fine before I showed up.”

           “You are the captain. Of course they’re going to act differently around you.”

           “I don’t think acting like you like the Captain is how you typically treat whoever is captain.”

           Mark gives me a confused look. “Everyone likes you. I don’t understand what you’re pointing out.”

           “No, Mark, they’re acting like they like me, like they love me. Do you not hear all the murmuring about how attractive I am? Do you not see how some of them just stare admiringly, longingly at me?”

           “They have every reason to.” As soon as those words left his mouth, Mark’s tan skin tone turns dark red. “Uh…w-what I’m trying to say is that…it’s not that you’re not attractive. It’s just that…uh…y-you kind of just have that…effect on people, you know.” I find him stumbling over his words to be precious & humorous. He is desperately trying not to blatantly admit I am attractive but he also doesn’t want to confute it. Had he not made the first move, I would have never done this, but alas he did & I’m not going to miss this opportunity to make fun of my best friend.

           “I just have that effect on people?” I bounce up on my toes to peck him on the cheek. Even from that brief second my lips hold contact with his skin, I feel how hot his face is. “Is that why you kissed me first?” Somehow his cheeks flush an even darker shade of red.

           “Hey, Cap, you just gonna spend all day in there or you gonna get this party started?” A new voice, which I recognize as Gunther’s, breaks the tension between me & Mark. He leans on the door frame with his cigar in his mouth. “Is he okay?” He removes his cigar & points it in Mark’s direction. Mark gives him a small, forced smile & a singular, stiff nod.

           “He’ll be fine. In the meantime, let’s give him some space.” I say before leaving my flustered engineer in the room by himself, not before flashing him a smile.

 *You continue to tease him, usually by suddenly kissing his cheek when in private. Eventually, your relationship with him develops into something a little more than just a friendship although neither of you will admit it when Celci or Gunther try to make either of you confess.*

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[fgfluidity]

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[puppeteered-poetry]

[ FEAR ] with Darkiplier? I rarely see him portrayed as actually scary in fics, and you write intimidating really well.

At first I was unsure, I know them personally, but they were very excited about it, and I saw it, and I'm here for it so here we go.

Warnings: Written in second person (addressing the reader as a part of the fic) and contains harm towards the reader.

~

   How had you ended up here again? The same lonely, cold void ringing in your ears, your eyes trying to widen enough to see anything.

   There they are. The reason for it. As they stare at you, you begin to recall the steps leading to this.

    You were separated from Mark. They step closer. You two were investigating a haunted house. Another step. The Windows broke when he split up with you.

     Dark towers over you. You try to step back and hit a wall you didn’t know existed. They place a hand on the wall over your shoulder, their eyes are intense in their glare.

     “Well… If it isn’t our Little Monster… Trapped, like a fly in a spider’s web.” Their voice hurts your ears, and they’re so close. Their aura sickens you, roaring and bright. Too much. 

     You try to scoot your way out of this encounter, they grip your shoulder.

     “Did I say you could leave?” They chastise. They’re mocking you. “No? That’s right… You don’t listen to me, I’ve noticed. You’ve been ignoring my words… So let me help it stick.”

     Dark took out an ornate dagger, roses etched into the blade.

     And they plunge it into your shoulder, to the wall. You’re stuck. It’s wedged deep.

     “I used to find it frustrating, how you continue participating in this endless, fruitless endeavor… Now I laugh. You will never understand, will you?”

     Dark paced away, glitching a chair to sit down. Ornate, clearly Victorian era, with spider-web brocade upholstery. They have a wine glass in their hands.

     “Don’t worry… I will help you. You will understand. I will keep you here. Liberation from being the forever pawn. If your “hero”,” They practically spat, voice dripping with vitriol, “Manages to pull his head out of his ass and realize you are missing… He may duel for you. But I do not expect him to win. You and I will stay here, beyond the Ouroborus. We will be free.” 

     Dark smiled. A cold glint to their teeth, their dark eyes. “Why don’t you sit down?” They laugh sadistically, an unseen force ripping you free from the knife. You grab your bleeding shoulder as they drag you to a matching chair. 

      “Oh, my little Monster… I think you’re going to enjoy your stay.”

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[lovecaitlined]

Past Loves

An ErSib fic based on the 2023 Turkish dizi EGO: Erkeğe Güven Olmaz, starring Melisa Aslı Pamuk & Alperen Duymaz

Due to popular demand, I have written an ErSib fanfic entitled Past Loves. It ties in the Cüneyt plot with the mysterious 3 days Erhan and Sibel spent in Antalya. As of writing, five chapters are out. I’ve cross-posted my fic to AO3 and Wattpad.

SUMMARY:

A story about ErSib from the Turkish dizi EGO: Erkeğe Güven Olmaz, starring Melisa Aslı Pamuk and Alperen Duymaz. Erhan knows Sibel is his and his alone. That she loves him as much as he loves her. He's sure that she's his soulmate, and that they'll spend the rest of their lives together.

However, Erhan can't shake the feeling that Sibel is hiding a huge chunk of her past from him. What will happen when he discovers her secret about her past love Cüneyt? And the 3 days he spent with Sibel all those years ago-how does it connect to Cüneyt and Sibel's secret?

Read it here on Wattpad or AO3 and please leave some comments and suggestions. Thank you!

📌 I’m also working on a CemKer one-shot and another ErSib fic about cheating…👀 So look out for that!

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[fracturedlayers]

Read The Doorway on Ao3

Chase was trapped with an anger and grief that was going to consume him. As fiercely as he wanted to disappear, he wanted to be heard. By someone. By anyone. What felt right in the moment had returned, like a vengeful ghost, to haunt him and his loved ones. Now, Chase would give anything to erase that singular moment in time.

Sometimes, when broken things scream into the void, it listens.

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Finally up to 30 chapters. If you want 69K of a good boy put through the fucking ringer, this fic is for you.

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[marmartheimp]

Working on chapter two of "Birds of a feather", if you don't what I'm talking abt heres a silly link: [here]

I'm open to criticism, if you want to comment on the fic or on tumblr my asks are opened >:)

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[phvnthom]

Reading back all your ao3 comments is literally the highest form of self-care

#it's such an EGO BOOST #but damn it's so sweet seeing that ppl actually give a fuck about what you've written #especially for me who doesn't have object permanence #it's reaffirming seeing them and reminding myself it's all real and that I actually wrote my fic #like damn i did THAT #either way i love all of you forever <3 #ao3 #fanfiction #fanfic #w

[dark-night-hero]

Imagine being Ego Jinpachi's significant other.

Imagine walking into the facilities of blue lock with your head held up high, the way you lazily drag your feet as you walk, your heels of your shoes heavily stomping on the floor. You have nothing to do today, plus you're quite in a bad mood after meeting up with those money sucking oldies. There is nothing more to do than to meet your lover to ligthen up your mood.

Imagine taping your identity card for access, which soon opens the door that your lover was in. Greeted with countless screens of familiar players on the field. You silently make your way behind your lover who seem focused on the players. "Hey, you're going to strain your eyes." You spoke, gently laying your hands on his shoulder which stiffen but soon relax under your touch. "I ain't wearing these glasses for nothing, (nickname)."

Imagine as you sat there in the soft fluffy chair you always sat at when you came to visit right next to him. Your eyes look around the messy room, with laundry yet to be done in the corner, instant noodles here and there. You almost had the urge to stand up on your seat, and yet a hand prevents you from doing so. "Let errand girl do her job." "I told you not to call her like that." "Don't wanna bother remembering her name." "Now that's mean." You've seen the frown in his face, yet he just squeezed your hand as if to drop the topic, and you did.

"Is there something bothering you?" "Was there? Something bothering you?" "I asked you first, darling." You chuckle, playing with his and your finger. But then, as he silently put his attention, let alone turn his gaze to you away from the screen, you cannot help but to hold back a groan before letting out a sigh. "It's nothing, just the same old damn money grabbing oldies." You rant. As much as you want to cut off them off, those oldies were necessary funds for this project, though not to the point where you can't afford even if they do back out.

Imagine falling asleep in your seat, right next to him as he hold your hand comfortably. Refusing to let go despite the struggle to navigate through the countless computers right in front of him. When oke of the blue lock staff, Anri came into the room and was about to open her mouth, "shut it." Said by your lover, his thumb caressing the back of your hand as your fingers were intertwined, refusing to let go.

Imagine, if there was something Ego Jinpachi was confident in achieving, that would be creating the world's best and number one striker, which was currently in the making, with you being one of the sponsors even before others. And the other would be keeping you by his side, forever. You who was by his side from the very start, sticking and continuing to be by his side despite all the odds, you continue to understand and support him.

Imagine as you sleep in the comfortable yet uncomfortable fluffy chair due to the sleeping position you're in right now. Ego continued to monitor the players on the screen, once in a while speaking to himself and to the female staff to keep quiet as she cleaned the messy room so you wouldn't wake up. He continues to unconsciously caress the back of your palm with his thumb, bringing it close to his lips, giving it a peck.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2023°

#blue lock fanfic #blue lock #blue lock imagines #bllk x reader #bllk imagines #blue lock ego #ego jinpachi #ego jinpachi imagines #ego jinpachi x reader #blue lock x reader

[aesterblaster]

Bad Dogs Can Learn New Tricks

Which Blue Lock Characters Have Gone To Therapy, In My Humble Opinion. (+ Who Desperately Needs To But Hasn't + Who Might In The Future)

Warnings: Some spoilers for way past the U-20 Arc, also not an extensive list of characters, honestly kind of funny. I wasn't trying to be TOO serious

Songs: Falling Behind / Laufey , The Main Character / Will Wood , Nothing's New / Rio Romeo

Has Gone To Therapy And Loves Their Therapist Gang

-Anri, There is no way she is able to have that much patience and take that much shit from corporate without having a therapist. I think she uses like 1/5th of her paycheck on books about improving your life and stuff like that LMAO. Her therapist is also a woman so it helps her to have someone who understands her frustrations with not really getting credit despite being one of the founders of Blue Lock. Also sometimes she gets worried she's unethical towards the boys so that weighs on her.

-Kenyu, Look it's still in progress ok? He was just starting before he came to Blue Lock. Once he realized he was going to lose his vision he started working with a professional and found it really helpful. In fact they were the one who encouraged him to go after Blue Lock in the first place. One of the reasons he was so quick to say sorry to Isagi is because he has those #coping skills.

-Gagumaru, After having a run in with a bear in the woods he kept having nightmares and his parents made him go to therapy. Well it was kindddd of therapy..it was a hippie who's a family friend. That doesn't mean he doesn't know grounding techniques. He even taught Naruhaya how to calm down from a panic attack once. But yeah, he doesn't really tell people that he went to therapy

-Snuffy, After his best friend's death he went to therapy ASAP. The type to only call his therapist once every 5 months and still have a rock solid relationship with them. His therapist helped him break his womanizing habit and realize that he's enough all on his own. 100% did some soul searching and stepped away from the scene. He also combined the therapist with a personal trainer to really max out his healing process. 100/10 dude for it.

"I Have Gone To Therapy And It Didn't Work" Crew

-Chigiri, Similar to Kenyu, his parents thought he might need some mental health help after the trauma of thinking he'd never be an athlete again. But he was one of those cold shoulder my mom is forcing me to do this cases. He never actually worked through what he might do if this whole thing falls through. Also snarkiness 100, his therapist almost quit because he was so insulting to them. Chigiri just felt ashamed that his parents even thought he should go in the first place and convinced his sister to also beg them to stop taking him lmao.

-Isagi, Okay at some point his parents realize he takes faliure wayyy too hard and tried to get him in therapy. When he talked to the therapist though the dude was like "Yeah, he's just competitive. Nothing wrong here." Alas, he's been masking for so long that he's incapable of revealing his issues to anyone who hasn't known him for 3 years or plays sports with him. Also, he convinced himself he doesn't need it and then idly imagines just going apeshit and killing his enemies to cope with stress...like bro...

-Noa, Why do you think he gets along with Isagi? All jokes aside, his PR people probably asked him to do it and he went and then secretly never went back. It honestly didn't work because he wasn't willing to give it a chance. And still isn't!!!! Would rather backflip off of a yacht than tell someone in a lounge chair about how growing up in intense poverty still haunts him sometimes, makes him question his worth and avoid conflict in day to day life. Sometimes he wonders if one day he'll wake up and find out it was all a dream....But nah he doesn't need therapy!

-Oliver, He was soooo close to actually getting his mental health in check but then his therapist retired. After that he got another really seasoned one and saw the amount of case files in his desk and just felt like a straight up burden. One of those "other people have it worse" and "it is what it is" guys. He's very open about his emotions and feelings so he just talks to his friends when he's really struggling. (Even though Sendou never says the right things-) Like yeah it's their job but why bug these nice people when sex?? Why talk about issues in sessions when he can get drunk or go train for 4 hours??? Riddle him that?

The "I Need Therapy And I Know It" Team

-Ness, He has so many fucking issues. Honestly, despite his devout worship of Kaiser he does realize that his behavior isn't quite healthy or normal. Dude tries to show you a funny video on his phone and all of his ads are for Betterhelp. Genuinely trying to figure out a diagnosis. Yes he has looked up all sorts of personality disorders and no he doesn't think he has any of them (He has at least two). But again, Ness is self aware enough to know that some help or someone to talk to who sees him as an actual human being would be nice.

-Niko, He cannonicaly describes himself as very very introverted and nerdy, also he hides his face. Tell me you were bullied in school or at least had an extremely traumatizing incident without telling me. Kind of never had anyone, just people who hung around because of his soccer skill or avoided him like the plague. He is that guy who will rant about "society" online for hours and fantasize about moving to a different country thinking he'd get better treatment there. Cripplingly lonely and self conscious at the end of the day, in all honesty. Also he genuinely wants a therapist but just can't afford one.

-Hiori, Obviously his parents are the ones who stop him. He tries to go and his mom realizes where he's making her drive him and swerves off. Even when he gets his license, you just know they're tracking everywhere he goes. He doesn't have enough privacy to really get better like that, Hiori has to wait until he moves out. Still genuinely fucked up by the fact that Gagumaru has gotten therapy and he hasn't. Just listens to emo music and plays video games and pretends that that fixes everything. He's totally releasing a top-selling book about his horrible childhood after Blue Lock.

-Bachira, Is he outgoing and silly? Yes. Does he need better coping skills? Also yes. Men will tell you the most horrible and traumatizing childhood memories about getting jumped and then laugh it off, and it's him, Bachira is men. He ties to brush off his trauma with humor but it never really works. He knows that he genuinely needs to talk to someone other than Isagi or his mom about the Monster and how it was by his side for so long. But also never goes through with getting professional help, just thinks about it sometimes.

The "What's Therapy? Fuck You!" Group

-Kaiser, Oh god, don't even suggest it to him. I headcannon that mental illness kind of runs in his family. He's watched family members be taken away for being too out there and openly mentally ill so he has a reason to not trust doctors. Just associates therapy and things like it with abusive institutions. If he told a therapist all of his issues, he'd probably be sent to a psyche ward. Just the threat of being sent there single handedly kept him from killing himself or talking about his feelings when he was younger. He will continue to just be slightly abusive to the people around him thank you very much.

-Ego, Bro's got the government banning him from soccer and you think he's thinking of therapy? When Anri tells him he needs it offhand, he's like, revenge is my therapy. Insane as fuck but thinks that it's a good thing. He is not willing to talk about his issues to anyone, but especially not someone who will write it all down. Genuinely ruined a few relationships in his past because the main people he attracts are the "I Can Fix Him" people and it just never works. Suprisingly unself aware for how much he analyzes others.

-Barou, His main issue is just shame and failed gifted kid syndrome. But as soon as he's back up he's convinced he doesn't need help. Barou suffers from really high highs and really low lows but he also has the mental fortitude to handle it. He is a well adjusted and kind enough person outside of the soccer field so he never considers that he needs therapy. When he feels bad about himself he hits the gym but he's never really opened up to anyone and he sure isn't going to start once he gets more famous. Especially when he's seen as one of the best right now, can't risk his reputation.

-Rin, He's would rather gut himself with a sword than admit that his mental illness doesn't make him a cool loner wolf and just a lonely person who hasn't healed his inner child. Kind of just wants someone to baby him and tell him everything's going to be alright but in the mean time his barriers are up 24/7. He disdains therapy, thinks that he'd just be seen as a pay check and he kind of isn't wrong. Rin would rather pay money for expensive cleats than spend it for someone to suggest him breathing exercises. He also had a traumacore phase, but he'd rather not talk about it.

#every once in a blue moon my brain works #blue lock #bllk #blue lock headcannons #bllk headcannon #bllk anime #feel free to add on in tags #rin bllk #isagi yoichi #barou blue lock #ego jinpachi #kaiser michael #bachira bllk #hiori yo #niko ikki #ness blue lock #bluelock #chigiri blue lock #bllk fanfic

[cozyenigma]

Ingrained

Word Count- 1201

Request?- Yes!

(sorry this took me so long! I hope the tarot parts aren't too basic and it's what you envisioned! And of you'd still like the anon handle you can absolutely take that one!)

Tag List- @cookielover0001010 , @swag-droid , @watchoutforfrostbite

Warnings- None

Dark didn't need to eat or drink. Food didn't nourish the carcass he hauled around and drink did nothing to quench his thirst. When he found himself presented with these things anyways, Dark always took a small amount of pleasure in others discomfort when they noticed he never touched anything.

Still, in the privacy of his own office, away from annoyances and prying eyes, he let himself imbibe. A steaming hot cup of sencha sat on his desk. The fine china cup, delicate and thin, gleamed atop its saucer. Heedless, of the temperature, Dark took a sip.

It tasted like ash.

One of his human components, he wasn't quite sure which, had liked to take tea in this setting once upon a time. Steaming hot tea in a window seat with a good book. As much as Dark was annoyed at the bleed over, the habit helped.

As did the readings. Dark knew which one this habit stemmed from. The cards seemed to flow in his hands. Shuffling and dealing and reading. The deck was worn. Creased and faded at the edges, the cards showed their age. Part of him wondered if this was her set when she was alive. Probably not.

As he was going to set the spread of cards, the hairs on the back of his neck prickled. Dark's hands paused. Then he gathered the cards back into one stack.

"Back again, are we?"

The air grew noticeably colder, the steam rising from his tea that much more pronounced. They were here alright.

With a sigh, he started shuffling again. "Are you going to skulk about or try and wreck my office again?"

His answer was a lamp tumbling to the floor, glass skittering across the hardwood.

"Right." Dark ignored the blatant hostility and cut the deck. The DA, reduced to the presence they were now, would eventually tire of the destruction. They always did. It was only Dark's own aura that kept them from doing physical harm to his body.

The destruction was a nuisance but only that. While he didn't enjoy replacing and repairing his furnishings every other week, he wasn't about to give them the satisfaction of seeing any reaction. Eventually, after he heard them gouge long tracks into the floor, they stopped.

He hummed and placed the deck on the desk.

"If you're finished?" Dark gestures to the cards and waited.

The room was still and silent once more. He knew they could move and choose the cards. Whether or not they were shocked or just refusing, he could only guess.

"If you won't," he took up the deck himself, giving it one more shuffle. "I'll ask a question for you, I'm sure both of us have been thinking it. Why do you keep coming back?"

The sound of broken glass crunching under foot. They were seemingly grinding the shards into the floor. That got to them.

"Let's keep it basic, shall we?" He kept going, tone too casual for the situation. "Basic three card pull. Past, present, future, hmm?"

They slipped through his hands as easily as water. Three cards, situated in a line right in front of him. Dark pictured them in his head, brooding as they sat opposite. It almost made him smile.

Delicately, he flipped the first over. A woman wrestling with a beast that might have, once, been a lion. The wearing of time and distortion made it seem otherworldly somehow.

"Strength," he laughed. "Makes sense, I suppose. You always were confident in your skills, even when we were young. Clear choices, clear purpose. I imagine you and everyone else thought you were aiming for bigger and better things, hmm?"

The walls themselves seemed to creak ominously around him. If he didn't know better he might suspect they could bring the ceiling down on top of him.

"Yknow," he said, resting his fingers atop the next card, "this is less the cards talking and more supposed to be the people themselves talking. To put things to words, I suppose. Though you can't quite manage that can you?"

The tea cup beside him abruptly cracked in half. Hot tea leaked out in a small flood, nearly taking the cards with it and soaking into his sleeve. Dark paid it no mind.

"The present now then, shall we?"

This next card was so worn down he very nearly couldn't read the text. Though he'd know the upside down design without it well enough.

"Reverse wheel of fortune," he leaned back, shaking errant drops of scalding tea from his hand. "A run of bad luck. Much as you try you can't control the past, you can't control the present either. Oh my poor, poor friend. I can understand that, to a degree."

He scanned the room, looking for a shimmer, a shadow, anything to indicate where they were. If they actually occupied any sort of space in this reality. The empty, cold office didn't provide him with any insight on that.

"Neither of us were in control then," he said eventually, "as for now…"

Dark flexed his hand. What was once their hand. "I suppose I'll be taking that back for the both of us, hmm?"

No response. Nothing was destroyed in a fit of impotent rage but he knew they were still here. That crawling every present feeling of being watched was still there.

"Stop trying to change things," he murmurs, "I don't pretend to know where you're existing now but there's surely better things for you to be doing. Maybe even actually rest."

Again, nothing. Dark huffed and, without further preamble, flipped the last card. This one made him laugh. As much as he could laugh, anyways.

"Justice? Really?"

The card was fairly self explanatory, as far as other cards in the deck went. The woman depicted held a scale and sword, regal and just. At some point the face was nearly erased, a small tear going through where her eyes would have been. The now cooled tea had soaked into the paper, giving the card a sickly brown green tint.

"You're pinning your hopes on karma, is that it?" He tossed the card back onto the desk. "I don't think so. The world isn't that kind. If anything, I'll be bringing you justice. Bringing down the man that caused all of this is karma enough, I think."

The deck next to him abruptly flew apart, cards pinwheeling in the air and just adding to the mess. Heaving a sigh, Dark got to his feet.

"One of us can keep going with this cycle, old friend," he'd admit, the old moniker was a dig he couldn't help but slip in, "and I think you know who."

If they heard him they chose not to show it. The room was more than still, it was empty. That pressure, the presence in the air was gone. Which left Dark among the ruins of his office once again.

"Same time next week, I suppose," he mutters, plucking a card from the desk and giving it a flick. The sencha had truly soaked the thing. Even with the paper starting to warp and discolor, he could still make out the tower clear as day.

#dark x reader #darkiplier x reader #writersofmark #darkiplier #reader insert #youtuber ego #markiplier ego x reader #ego fanfic #my wriitng

[franklyshipping]

Tickle-Hungry ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic

Here we have our next glorious anon prompt, this one pertaining to an interesting ship between the snazzy Bim Trimmer and courageous Silver Shepherd! Let's explore this cute union and DO THIS!

TAGGING: @bimlee-trimmer @bim-trimler and @silvlee-shepherd

Silver Shepherd, as usual, was being a complete and utter sweetheart, and Bim Trimmer was smitten. The charming gameshow host had taken a swan-dive into the whole “new year new me” vibe, and had begun this process by giving his studio a complete revamp in anticipation of a new panel show he was going to be filming. All the basic decorating had been done and everything he needed was on-site, but now it was a case of getting all the heavy apparatus and props in position… and the workforce he normally used had all come down with the flu! Naturally of course, Silver Shepherd was eager to jump to the rescue and be the hero of the hour, and for the past few days had been placing podiums, installing rows of seating, as well as positioning heavy cameras and light fixtures.

Bim was helping too of course… though mostly by bringing Silver drinks and snacks whilst he himself mostly watched the hero at work. Silver didn’t mind, and honestly was glad because the last thing he wanted was for Bim to pull a muscle! So he accepted the sustenance and chat happily, honestly loving having Bim’s constant company… and the occasional subtle flirting that came with it. Silver pretended not to notice, but he saw how Bim would glance over at him (or sometimes just straight up stare) whenever he stretched or flexed amidst his work. Silver found it very flattering, and as a result had slowed his pace a little, just to make the fun last.

‘Where do you want this camera going?’

‘Just over there please, we’ll use that one for the wide podium shots.’

‘Okey dokey!’

Silver went about moving it, his shirt raising as he did so, and Bim had to bite back a grin when he got the chance to catch yet another glimpse of Silver’s delectable midriff. Bim didn’t know what was coming over him, but something about spying Silver’s adorable tummy or waist made him feel–

‘So what’s it about?’

‘Huh?’

Bim blinked at Silver, realising Silver was stood in front of him, smiling curiously.

‘The new gameshow! Is it a quizzy one?’

Bim used all his willpower not to blush as a charming smile appeared on his face, and he laughed lightly.

‘O-Oh, hah, yeah yeah it is.’

‘How will it work?’

Silver asked, his eyes bright with curiosity which made Bim feel like his heart was going to melt. Bim subtly neatened his hair as his smile grew, subconsciously trying to look smart and charming as he replied.

‘Well um, the questions are in different categories. If you answer enough questions in one category you can get prizes related to it, and there are a list of themes people can pick from. For example if someone went with the theme of Italy and they answer three questions right, they’ll get a dinner for two at a 5 star Italian restaurant. Answer six questions right they’ll also get a six year supply of authentic gelato, and if they answer all ten questions correctly then they also get an all expenses paid 4-night holiday to Florence! Also all the questions are multiple choice, so it’s not super hard.’

Silver looked utterly awestruck, mainly because the prizes sounded so generous!

‘Woah, that sounds so cool!’

‘You really think so?’

Bim asked, and Silver nodded as his beaming smile grew.

‘Yeah! I mean… I think all your ideas are awesome.’

Silver’s words hit Bim like a freight train. Bim was used to compliments, he got them from colleagues and fans practically every day… but to hear words like these from Silver just got to him in a totally different way. Bim couldn’t hold back the warmth blooming on his face, and when Silver saw he’d made Bim blush he himself felt his own cheeks turn rosy. But of course that’s fine between really close friends! Silver figured it was totally normal that his tummy was full of flutters and that his fingers were twitching with the urge to play with Bim’s hair and stroke his face– oh boy. Silver blinked, getting his thoughts straight, and opened his mouth to ask what Bim wanted moving next.

But he didn’t have a chance to get his words out, because Bim too had been swirled about in his own head. All he could think about was how damn kind and sweet Silver was, how generous and selfless… but also how goddamn pretty he was. I mean he was a superhero for goodness sake! Not only that, but he was so strong, so soft looking… and that midriff was a whole treat all by itself. Bim couldn’t resist anymore… and so he pounced.

‘So shall I do one of the podiums next or–AHH!’

Silver’s words were cut off as he suddenly found himself pinned to the floor, eyes wide. As he locked eyes with Bim he spotted a twinkle… a very, very familiar twinkle. Silver had been tickled by Bim before, so he knew what his ler mood looked like… but for Bim this was even more than that. There was something feral in that twinkle, and for a moment Silver could have sworn he saw his eyes flash violet and his teeth momentarily gleam with sharpness.

‘B-Bim what the heck?!’

Silver giggled nervously as he squirmed, but Bim’s hold was strong as he kept him playfully pinned down. Slowly he leaned in and whispered in the hero’s ear.

‘Do you have any idea… how tempting you are?’

Silver’s pink cheeks suddenly darkened to a distinct red as he stuttered.

‘T-Tempting? H-How?’

Bim chuckled fondly down at him, and gently lifted up Silver’s t-shirt to reveal his stomach and waist. With a few fingertips he started tracing the bare skin, and he purred in a low voice.

‘Soft, sensitive… tasty looking…’

Silver’s eyes went wide as he realised what Bim was getting at, and the traces already got his giggles started. Bim’s way of tickling was legendary in the manor…in the most wild and chill-inducing way. Bim slowly licked his lips, grinning and revealing his teeth as his face hovered closer and closer to Silver’s stomach.

‘N-Nonono Bim Bim w-wait yoou know I c-can’t take it when you–EEEEP!’

Bim pressed his open mouth against Silver’s stomach…and started nibbling. In an instant Silver was struggling wildly as he giggled and snorted, his blush creeping down his neck and he started babbling.

‘Nohohoho stahahahappit! Yohohour teheeth ahare shahaharp!’

‘Mhmm, all the better to tickle you with!’

‘Nuhuhuhuhu!’

Silver giggled even harder as Bim nibbled all over his soft, plush stomach. He wasn’t leaving any marks to speak of, but those canines in particular was just impossible for Silver to ignore. Plus with Bim holding his hands down, their fingers interlaced together in a totally normal friend way, there was nothing he could do to fight back!

‘Mmm, has anyone ever told you that you taste as good as you look?’

Silver was flustered into near speechlessness as he gazed up at Bim, gaping and stuttering.

‘Wha–…I…’

Bim laugh, giving Silver’s lower belly a nip as he growled warmly.

‘Aww, did I embarrass you?’

Silver resumed his wild giggles and little shrieks as Bim’s teeth continued their tickly feasting. The rest of the hero’s energy translated into him frantically kicking his legs as he replied.

‘Why ahahare yohou dohoing thihis toho mehehehe?!’

‘I already told you, because you’re just so tempting!’

Bim retorted, nipping at one of the hero’s hips to make Silver squeal and whine.

‘Buhuhuhut why?!’

Silver’s eyes were wide with cute confusion, and Bim hesitated as his own cheeks got hotter. He decided to hide his face by bowing it to nip Silver’s hip again – but even as the hero squealed… he caught the edge of Bim’s smile as it turned noticeably shy.

‘Maybe I… like you.’

Silver’s breath hitched and both men went still. Silver’s smile didn’t fade as the tickles paused and Bim gently released his hands, sitting up and clearing his throat softly as he glanced away from Silver. Bim’s heart and head were racing. Did he really just say that? Would Silver be happy because of what he said? Would Silver know exactly what he meant when he said that he liked him? Bim’s mind was threatening to run away with him, until he felt a squeeze on his hand.

‘You like me?’

Silver whispered, and when Bim looked at him he saw an expression full of a smile, a blush… and hope. Bim cleared his throat softly, gently resting his chin on Silver’s tummy as he nodded, looking at Silver tentatively. The Silver’s face was hot as his mind raced with his own thoughts. Was this really happening? Did Bim say what Silver thought he said? Did they both have the same feelings? Silver knew how he felt for Bim, that’s for sure… he’d felt things for Bim for such a long time, but a lack of confidence had always gotten in his way. Until now. Silver reached out and gently stroked Bim’s cheek, encouraging him to look at him.

‘Maybe… maybe I like you too.’

Bim’s face lit up, and he instinctively pressed his cheek against Silver’s hand. One look in his eyes told him that he and the hero were on the exact same page. Bim also saw that the smile on Silver’s face was vibrant, and a tad cheeky. Flirty. Bim grinned, and leaned down to nuzzle Silver’s already pink hip – he figured there was no harm in flirting back, just a little.

‘Oh really?’

Silver squeaked with surprise… but didn’t push Bim away as he continued to softly nuzzle along his waist. He hid his face in his hands as he giggled, nodding as he peeked at Bim through his fingers. If Silver had been looking for confirmation of their relationship, this was definitely it. Bim chuckled, showing of his pearly whites as he grinned broadly. This was the best day ever.

‘I think you like it when I nibble you, don’t you?’

Silver got butterflies in his stomach at the thought of admitting that of all things… and he also liked the thought of keeping up that subtle cheeky streak he had bubbling in his chest. He snorted softly as he mumbled.

‘Mahahahaybe…’

Bim smirked at that, raising a playful eyebrow. He could tell Silver was playing coy on purpose which he thought was adorable… and he knew exactly what the perfect response would be. Bim took a deep breath, and started blowing raspberries along Silver’s exposed waist as he chuckled.

‘Only maybe? Are you sure?’

Needless to say, Silver was an absolute giddy mess of shrieks and yelping-laughs as his eyes widened cutely.

‘WAHAHAIT WAITWAITWAIT BEHEHE NIHIHICE!’

‘I am being nice, I’m giving you one of your five a day!’

Bim continued his raspberries as Silver kicked and batted at him. Though he didn’t fight back with any genuine force, it didn’t take long for the one-sided tickles to transform into a full-blown tussle of pokes and half-hearted wrestling. Neither man could stop smiling.

‘Yohohou’re ahaha meheanie!’

‘You take that back!’

‘Nohoho!’

‘Oh you’re really gonna get it now!’

Silver’s giggles were bubbly and full of squeaks as they continued wrestling, and Bim’s giggles were similarly unstoppable. He leaned in close with a growl, and the hero shrieked and flails when he felt a sloppy raspberry against his ear.

‘AHHH NONONOHOHOHO!’

‘Ooohhh, I didn’t know your ears were so ticklish!’

‘LEHEHEAVE THEHEM AHALOHONE!’

Bim laughed, and playfully grazed the shell of his ear with his teeth.

‘Aww, so sensitive and delicious! I think these might be my new favourite snack!’

Silver was a mess of flustered laughter, but once again wasn’t truly trying to push Bim away. In fact, he was doing the opposite. His arms were wrapped around Bim’s waist, keeping him snug and as close as humanly possible, which was keeping Bim’s heart racing with delight. He treated both of Silver’s ears to a load of nibbles for a while, before he dimmed down to more soothing kisses, until finally leaning up and having mercy. Silver was panting as he giggled residually, and he beamed when he saw the shy smile return to Bim’s face.

‘Was that… okay?’

Silver giggled, and didn’t hesitate to nod.

‘Yeah… more than okay.’

Then, before he could let his nerves cloud his judgement, Silver leaned up and gave Bim a peck on the lips. Bim’s face lit up, his eyes flashing with those magical glints of violet once again… and he kissed Silver back. They were connected, warm and soothed for a few sweet moments before they briefly parted for air, and Silver whispered.

‘Do you still want me to move stuff–?’

‘Nope.’

‘Are you sure–?’

Bim cut him off with another kiss, making the hero giggle and melt – if he had to pick between moving light fixtures and kissing the most handsome gameshow host in existence, he was going to choose the latter every time. Especially when said gameshow host pulled him to his feet with a grin and a growl, holding his hand and pulling him out of the study and he mumbled about still being hungry. Silver figured his grin was probably permanent now, and his step had a skip to it as he interlaced his fingers with Bim. After all, he wasn’t the only one hungry for tickles – and that, darling readers, is the greatest prize of all.

WOOOO HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THIS FIC LEMME KNOW IF YA DID! WOOO LUV YOUS!!

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[elenavr13]

The New Mission

Engineer Mark x Captain

Warning: None

*Pre-ISWM*

*The space organization you & Mark work for request Mark’s participation for a mission & he brings you along with him.*

Y/N’S POV

           “We need you to design another ship.” One of the two people before me & Mark explain. Mark brought me along for “emotional support” as dubbed by him. Frankly, he doesn’t want to talk to (space organization) ever since they crushed his dreams & lost his hand-designed ship to the vast darkness of space. I don’t blame him but he needs to hear what they have to say nonetheless.

           “One that can take 100,000 colonists to a new planet & start the first colony among the stars,” The second person adds while handing Mark a folder. “Inside are all the details you need.”

           Mark’s eyes narrow at the authority figures before us after flipping through the pages handed to him. “& how do you expect to do this? No planet has been discovered that is as habitable as Earth.” Bitterness clings to his tone. I tug at his sleeve, warning him to be cautious of his words. I know he doesn’t care because he has been upset at them but they have power to royally screw over both Mark’s & my life by firing us. If either of us –or anyone for that matter– has it on their record that they got fired from (space organization), it would be nearly impossible to find another job no matter how skilled you are.

           “That’s where you’re wrong.” Mark & I glance at each other before turning our attention back to the executive leaders, waiting for them to continue. “Before disappearing, the Invincible actually found a planet nearly identical to our own home world. What we need now is a vessel to travel to it.”

           “Okay & the last ship I made vanished. How do you know this one won’t do the same?” Mark makes a great point.

           “We have studied all we can about the Invincible & we have come to the conclusion that there was no malfunction. What happened to the Invincible was simply a freak accident that will not repeat.”

           I whisper to myself. “Completely erasing a ship containing 25 human lives with no explanation is just a freak accident?”

           “Also, you will serve as the head engineer while on the mission.” Mark’s demeanor changes. A small smile curves in his lips & his eyebrows relax.

           “I can go this time?” Mark does that cute smirk as he makes sure he heard them right. They nod. “Do I get to choose my crew mates?” I sigh, knowing where he is going with this.

           “No, we will communicate with the captain about the crew.” Mark’s shoulders fall.

           “Who’s the captain?”

           The two authorities share a look between themselves. “That hasn’t been determined yet. We needed to make sure you would agree to the mission first.”

           A glint sparks in Mark’s eye. He has an idea & that kind of scares me. “I will only agree if Y/n is captain.” He crosses his arms, satisfied with himself.

           “Mark,” I call attention to myself. “You have been given a duty to perform. If I am not needed then I do not need to go. I haven’t’ even captained a mission on my own before, led alone one to colonize a new planet.”

           One of the two individuals addresses me this time. “Y/n, it’s not a bad idea. With all of your past experience & skills you have shown, you are more than qualified for this job. We will take Mark’s suggestion & consider you as an option, if you wish to take on the duties of captain that is.” I look over to my best friend to see him nearly bouncing off the walls. His head giddily nods for me to agree. After all, this is exactly what he wants. He really does act like a child sometimes. Luckily for him, he is cute so I am willing to put up with his spontaneous enthusiasm & lighthearted spirit.

           I accept. “I’m willing to do whatever it takes.” A pair of lips belonging to an excessively elated engineer, whose excitement took control of him, crashes into my own. The moment doesn’t last long as he then thanks the two people for this opportunity. The realization of what Mark just did in front of the managerial individuals makes my cheeks flush red. I kind of expect them to retract their statement as that is unprofessional but it never comes. Instead, my wrist is grabbed by Mark who begins towing me out of the room, eager to get started.

 *This is the first time you & Mark kiss. He did it completely out of excitement, not realizing what he had done until after the fact.*

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[goldengay49]

Texas: “I don’t like this whole modern… feminist crap! I like old media”

California: “i have this book. It was written in 1510, it’s from Spain and it’s called Las Sergas De Esplandian”

Texas: “thanks, some old fashion literature!”

*a few hours later*

Texas: “You goddamn—“

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[puppeteered-poetry]

[HAVEN] WITH DARK AND ACTOR PLEASE I'M BEGGING YOU /lh

Sorry this took so long, I was not feeling so hot yesterday </3

    Dark stared up at the ceiling, their entire body aching. They were exhausted from last night’s fight, but what was new?

    Glancing over at the clock on their bedside table, they figured Wilford must already be at the studio, and they should soon go to join them. They pried themself out of bed, repressing groans of agony as their bones clicked.

    Dark descended the staircase, rubbing their eyes. They needed coffee. Well not need, exactly, but it made them feel a little more normal. They stopped dead in their tracks when they saw the living room, however.

    Mark was on their couch, curled up. Asleep. Dozens of terrible possibilities rushed through their head. Was it a trap? Was he knocked out after following them home? Was he… Dead…?

    Dark shook their head, taking their cane and poking at the sleeping Actor. He bolted awake, breath heavy and eyes wide.

    “D-don’t kill me!” He cried, before focusing his slitted pupils on the person behind the wakeup call. “Oh… Dark.” 

    Mark cleared his throat, getting to his feet. Dark’s gaze was making him sweat, his fear only amplified when his thick makeup had left a mark on their sofa.

    “Why are you here.” Dark grumbled. It wasn’t a question, really, it was a demand.

    Mark smiled, unsure what else to do with himself as he came up with an excuse. His train of thought was crashed suddenly by Dark jabbing him with the cane once more.

    “The truth, please.”

    Mark sighed, rubbing his face and further displacing his makeup. “... I didn’t- I mean… The manor gets scary when I lose. And, you know… No one but me lives there anymore. Everyone left.” Because I drove them away. He thinks, but he can’t swallow his pride enough to admit it.

    “... I see.” Dark lowered their cane. They ought to mock him, sneer at his weakness. Instead, they return to heading towards the kitchen. “You still take your coffee blonde and sweet, yes?”

    “Hey! I do not take it blonde!” Mark protested, grateful they didn’t mock him.

    Dark can’t help but smirk, taking on Mark’s appearance to tease him. “Oh what is this? It still looks like coffee, send it back and have my assistant fired!”

    Mark gasped indignantly. “How dare you slander me like this! I should execute you! To the stocks with ye!”

    “You can’t kill me in a way that matters.” Dark grinned, before the pair burst into laughter.

    Neither could force themselves to acknowledge it, but they had missed being able to be comfortable with each other.

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