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franklyshipping · 5 years

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No Need To Say Sorry ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic

WOOOOOPPP ANOTHER ERIC FIC FROM A CUTE ANON PROMPT YAS YAS YAS LET'S GET THIS CUTE BOIIIII! LET'S GO!

TAGGING: @erik-lee-derekson and @ericleederekson

Cuddling time....is the best time. It is warm, it is loving, it is affectionate, it is safe, it can be soothing, playful, meaningful...and to be held by someone who wants to help make you feel warm can be one of the most special things in the entire world. It can make you feel safe and special...as it is doing right now for the ever sweet Eric Derekson. He was enveloped safe in someone's arms, his face hidden in their chest as their breathing and heartbeat made him feel like this was what heaven would be like. You may not think that being in the arms of Wilford Warfstache, the epitome of wild vibrancy, would be calming, but for Eric it was. He adored Wilford. The first time they'd met, Wilford had given Eric's father a grilling lecture and had also been extremely rude to him before escorting Eric out to a fairground for sweets, fun, smiles, and an absence of tears.

Of course, Wilford had insisted upon doing this over and over again with Eric, taking him for fun days out, treating him, and having happy times with him. Their most recent expedition to a theme park had tired them both out, and thus resulted in the cuddling we now see before us. As you can imagine, their drowsiness made them both eager to rest....and yet...Eric found himself to be really rather restless.

'A-Ah....s-s-sorry....'

Every five to ten seconds, Eric would squirm and shift in Wilford's embrace, but honestly Wilford didn't mind. He wasn't as tired as Eric, and feeling Eric wriggle and whine like this was honestly very cute...although Wilford did start to wonder whether Eric was uncomfortable lying on him; if that was the case, Wilford was going to sort it as soon as possible. He smiled down at his wriggly cuddle buddy and ruffled his hair.

'It's alright bub, are my rock hard abs not as comfy as you'd anticipated?'

Wilford chuckled as Eric blushed and giggled....but unbeknownst to Wilford, his comedic reply wasn't the only thing that had Eric giggling. The reason why he was so restless was because of how one of Wilford's hands was resting on his side, and from time to time it would absently stroke or rub against Eric's skin. Wilford was doing this unconsciously of course, but it made it very difficult for Eric to relax....because he was rather ticklish. Eric had been trying to subtly get Wilford to move or shift his hand elsewhere because the last thing Eric wanted to happen was for Wilford to find out about his sensitivity; as kind as Wilford was, Eric knew he'd tickle the hell out of him. So, Eric fibbed.

'N-No, no n-not at all! U-Uhm, I....I-I'm just a-always restless when I'm t-tired....'

Eric averted his gaze away from Wilford....and now Wilford Warfstache was on high alert. Eric Derekson was hiding something. He donned a curious smile, humming disbelievingly at Eric's reasoning.

'Well now....that doesn't really sound plausible to me, since I've seen you fall asleep and you're always as still as still can be when you're drowsy.....'

Wilford narrowed his eyes slightly, and Eric gulped when he felt Wilford's embrace get more secure. Oh dear. He always had been the worst liar in the history of worst liars. Eric squirmed, cheeks going a dark, nervous pink as his stuttering became way more apparent.

'I-I-I....u-uh....th-that d-doesn't happen a-a-all the t-time.....'

.....even Eric knew that that was a weak response. Wilford pursed his lips....and decided it was time to bring out the Intimidating Warfstache. He cupped Eric's chin with one of his hands and tilted his head up, so Eric would HAVE to look at him. Wilford's dark, chocolate eyes bore into Eric's light hazel ones; Wilford's voice was low as he replied.

'Eric.....why are you lying to me?'

Oh no oh no oh no there was no way he could get out of this oh jeez Wilford was intimidating oh golly his heart was pounding heck heck heck heck heck heck heck-

'I-I'mnotlying....'

Wilford raised an eyebrow as Eric's sudden, frantic speech. Wilford smiled at his fondly, but also with a hint of loving mischief.

'Eric Derekson if you don't tell me the truth right now then you are staying in this hug for all eternity. I won't even let you out to pee.'

Eric's eyes widened and he blushed even more at how playful Wilford was being with him....and he pursed his lips at how he was such a meanie, he was giving Eric no choice. Well, Eric knew for sure that he wanted to comfortably pee in the future, so he took a deep breath and steeled himself. Maybe he wouldn't act on the information? Maybe he'll just call him cute and get him another time? Eric's mind was filled with soft hopes.....so he stammered.

'.....it'syourhand.....'

Wilford blinked a few times.

'....my hand?'

Wilford queried curiously. Eric nodded, and glanced to where Wilford's right hand still rested and twitched absently on his side; he ended up babbling out his adorable truth.

'YourhandonmysidekeepsticklingmewhichiswhyIcan'tkeepstillbecauseI'mreallyticklish.....'

....well at least he said it in a mostly coherent format. Eric ended up burying his face in Wilford's chest out of embarrassment, letting out a soft whine as he tensed and awaited Wilford's reaction. It took Wilford a few seconds to first realise what Eric had told him.....and a few seconds later.....mischievous Wilford came out to play. The was perfect, precious....and just beautiful in every way, shape and form. Eric Derekson was ticklish....and Wilford Warfstache was going to tickle him. I mean, how could he not? The sweet boy was practically asking for it with his stammers and whines and hiding and tension. Wilford smirked oh so happily.

'.....how strange....I suddenly find that I'm not tired anymore.'

Wilford kept holding him as his resting hand started to skitter over Eric's vulnerable side, and oh how Eric giggled. His smile was instantly huge, and his tongue poked through his teeth as he wiggled in Wilford's tickle trap, trying to find some way to worm his way out of it. Physically AND verbally.

'N-N-Nohoho n-nohoho w-wehe had ahaha l-lohong dahay! Y-Y-You n-neheed r-rehehest!'

Wilford raised an eyebrow, and all he could think about was how adorable a) Eric's smile was, b) Eric's giggly stammers were, and c) his attempts to get out of it were. Wilford chuckled, rolling his eyes as he used his other hand to ruffle Eric's hair fondly; he messed up the floof as he crooned, whilst still tickling Eric's side.

'Oh no but you see, if I were to take a nap now then it would ruin my perfect sleep schedule! It is IMPERATIVE that I do something energetic to keep my attention so I won't sleep! You get it right?'

Their eyes met, and Eric blushed a dark crimson when Wilford winked slyly....Eric knew he wouldn't be able to convince Wilford to let him go....so he figured he'd just have to do it himself. Despite the tickly sensations, now at his bottom ribs, making him arch and become unfocused....he still managed to spot an opening for escape. When Wilford had ruffled his hair, he'd relinquished his main grip on Eric....so Eric made a break for it. He launched himself off the couch, and out of Wilford's grasp, whilst crying out giddily.

'NOHOPE!'

Eric landed on his front on the carpeted floor, and immediately started crawling away. For a few seconds Wilford was honestly just bemused and shocked that Eric had ACTUALLY escaped him....and then he chastised himself. He was NOT letting his prey get away, he knew he was better than this. Wilford rose, growling as his smirk turned evil.

'You really think you can escape me?'

Eric had gulped at the sinister voice from behind him, still trying to crawl forward....until two hands latched VERY securely around his ankles. There was a moment of stillness and silence, before Eric's giddy squeals and yells filled the room.

'AHHH N-NO LETMEGOLETMEGOLETMEGOHO!'

Eric clawed at the fluffy carpet beneath him as Wilford dragged him by his ankles, slowly but surely capturing. Wilford was smirking and chuckling at Eric's cries and little giggles; apparently his shirt had ridden up, thus exposing his bare tummy to the soft, fluffy carpet....which tickled him very nicely.

'Just accept it....you're aaaaall mine...'

Eric squeaked and whimpered when he felt Wilford sit on his shins, there was no way he could dislodge himself now.

'W-W-Wilfy p-ple-AH! Nohohohoho noho mohORE TIHICKLES!'

Eric burst into hysterical giggles as Wilford scratched behind his knees happily, relishing in how he had Eric and his ticklishness all to himself for as long as he wanted. Wilford's moustached wiggled with glee as Wilford crooned to his victim.

'Yeeees tickles! You've been EVER so naughty and defiant! You need to be taught a lesson!'

Eric shook his head wildly as his face burned, his hands hitting the floor as ticklish shocks jolted all the way up his legs, making him all weak and tingly. This was SO not fair, he had no way to fight back!

'Ihihi'm nahahAHAT NAHahahaughty! I-I-I'm nahahat!'

Eric cried in earnest, reaching the absolute height of flusteredness; fun fact about Eric, any sort of tickly punishment or discipline was his absolute kryptonite of embarrassment. Even someone threatening it would make him shut down into a squeaky ball of begging, poor thing. Wilford noticed of course, and revelled in it.

'Don't go thinking that denial is going to make this any easier for you....you deserve to be punished Eric....'

Wilford sneered as he pinched behind Eric's knees, thus making him shriek and laugh pretty hard as his body jolted in an effort to protect his vulnerable places. An effort that was useless though....so all Eric could do was suffer in mirth, mind racing with giddiness at how Wilford was breaking him so expertly.

'AAHHHAHAHA PLEHEHEASE AHAHAHAHA IHIHI S-S-SAHAHARRY!!'

Eric mouth was open so wide that he probably could have fit a whole burger in his mouth if he'd been so inclined. His laughter was emanating right from him belly and seemed to surge through his body before flying out of his mouth in adorable, high-pitched majesty. Wilford was conscious however of Eric's endurance....or lack of, so he only persisted for around a minute before easing off and turning around; he still straddled Eric's shin....but now faced his up-turned feet instead.

'Hmmm....you don't sound very serious....'

Wilford purred as Eric gasped and caught his breath, thoughts raging in his mind and vying for his attention as he tried to think of the words that would get him out of further tickling; little did he know that words were useless by this point....but little Eric still tried.

'I-I-I-I a-aham p-pleasohgoshWilfyplease p-plehease n-no more p-p-please.....'

Eric trailed off in his flushed, stammery state as he subconsciously nuzzled the carpet, seeking any form of warmth and protection that he could find....unfortunately, he would have to make do with the carpet's comfort for a little while longer.

'I don't think you understand the gravity of your actions Eric Derekson....'

Wilford's voice was soft, but wonderfully chill inducing; it made Eric tense whilst Wilford started slowly stripping him of his socks.

'First....you withheld important information from me, basically lying right to my face....'

Eric whimpered as cool air started hitting his heels, and his feet scrunched reflexively as Wilford continued....an evil grin spreading across his face.

'Then, when I tried to gain justice for your lying....you try to escape me and the consequences that you deserve....do you think you are ABOVE consequences Eric?'

Eric was partly in shock....he never knew that such combinations of words could make him whimper and whine uncontrollably....he couldn't stop himself. The nervous, embarrassed noises were leaving him without his control, like Wilford's voice was magically charming them from him. Eric shook his head hugely at Wilford's query, biting his bottom lip as he felt his socks being taken off completely.

'N-No! I-I d-d-don't think I'm a-above them I-Ihi d-don't!'

Eric ended up letting out a nervous giggle when Wilford's fingertips tapped at his soles; this then gave Wilford the excuse to sigh and growl with intimidating disapproval.

'At yet you seem to see this situation as a laughing matter....I'll make you regret that.'

Now....I feel like everybody has TWO tickle spots that break them. One that sends them into weeping hysteria and wild struggles that drives them towards near insanity....and one that just saps away their strength and sends them into a state of vulnerable soft noises and weakness. For Eric, his feet were the latter. As soon as Wilford's fingertips fluttered up and down his soles, he felt himself shudder and lose all his strength almost straight away.

'N-N-N-N-....a-ah...n-n-.....plehehea-....nahahat f-f-fehehee-.....'

Eric whimpered incoherently, his nerves encased by chills as Wilford's chuckles seemed to just echo around him.

'Poor little Eric....so weak and ticklish on your poor, poor feet. I'm barely touching them....and yet you can't even find the strength to tug....your body is just letting me tickle and tickle and tickle....'

Wilford was utterly enamoured at how Eric was reacting, I mean he knew that melty spots were a thing but this just took it to a whole other plain of levels. Wilford particularly noticed that Eric's whimpers were the loudest whenever the balls of his feet were teased and traced, so he did that for a good while, which Eric of course appreciated.

'P-P-P-Pleheheeaasseee ohohoho n-nuhuhuhh ahahaha W-W-W-W-ihihiiii-....'

Eric could do nothing except giggle and whine and gasp his tender little heart out. Other than the occasional twitches and clenching of his fists, Eric's form was motionless. Eric's mind however, was hysterical. He was overcome with flusteredness, particularly since he was also being embarrassed by the sounds of his own mirth leaving his lips; as Eric heard the noises he made, it just added to his cycle of flusteredness. Eric's face kept screwing up as he nibbled on his bottom lip, stuck just trying to endure it all.

'God....I could keep ya here forever.....'

Eric let out a louder gasp at Wilford's words, and weakly shook his head as he tried to reply.

'N-Nohohohoooo.....'

At Eric's whine, Wilford snuck a peek at him whilst letting out a series of soft giggles, Eric was just so cute in his eyes that he just couldn't help but feel so happy when he tickled him. Wilford crooned to him as his let his index fingers slowly scratch up and down Eric's inner arches.

'But you're just so fun to tickle....you're so smiley and blushy, like a sensitive little angel....'

Eric had squeaked when Wilford targeted his arches....and now he REALLY broke down. Through his whimpers he started letting out giggly sobs and sniffles, Wilford had well and truly found Eric's limit now.

'Plehe-hic-eheeease....nonomorenomoren-n-nomohooore....'

When Eric's soft, hiccupping sobs started, Wilford realised that it was time for him to stop. He slid off of Eric's shins and crawled over to where Eric's face was hidden in the carpet, and his brows were furrowed as he tried to gauge whether he was okay. He could see that Eric was breathing alright and that his lips were quirked into a soft smile, so Wilford murmured.

'Hey....bud are yo-WOAH!'

Eric.....had tackled him with a hug. That was certainly NOT what he'd been expecting, but when Wilford felt Eric's tight, affectionate embrace, he didn't hesitate to hug him back with a chuckle.

'Wehell sohomeone got their energy back fast!'

Eric whined into Wilford's chest, before shifting and looking up at Wilford from behind his round glasses, eyes still watery from the onslaught. Wilford was surprised at how...Eric seemed to be gazing at him with some form of awe? It wasn't until Eric whispered breathily that Wilford understood his thoughts.

'N-N-No-one sh-should b-be....that g-good at t-t-....t-tickling....'

Wilford's bemused smile soon stretched into a very satisfied and prideful smirk, especially when Eric bashfully bowed his head. Soon Wilford tilted Eric's chin up, so he could see his adorable embarrassed face as he crooned in response.

'Well in that case, no-one should be that adorable!'

Wilford snickered when Eric spluttered and smiled, before squeaking as he was picked up, because of course Wilford was now going to insist on an extended period of cuddling. They may have been a little drowsy before, but they were truly sleepy now...and I think that's brilliant. The ones you can get drowsy and warm with are just....the best.

WOOOOOOP FRICKIN DONE I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS LEMME KNOW IF YA DO WOOO LUV YOUS XX

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almaasi · 6 years

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reaction post typed while watching SPN 13x16 Scoobynatural

my mood after watching this: SCOOBY DOOBY DOOOOOOOOO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

03:33pm

HI FRIENDS

so full disclosure, i’m not feeling good at all and my hair is falling out!!! more than usual!!! so I’M REALLY HOPING THIS EPISODE MAKES ME FEEL BETTER

best case scenario, dean’s in the middle of a fred/daphne/cas lovefest, but frankly i’m more expecting a one-sided daphne-dean thing?? i think cas is probably just in this for the sake of having him there too but PLEASE GIVE HIM SOMETHING USEFUL TO DO pleeeease. i also figure dean ends up with the ascot because daphne gives it to him, not fred, but I AM WILLING TO BE SURPRISED

i’m not expecting actual proper bi dean and/or destiel, for the record. as fun and delightful as that would be. i’m just here to have a woofing good time

last night i watched “Scooby Doo! Shaggy’s Showdown” and it was GREAT and i thoroughly enjoyed it and I REALLY HOPE THIS EPISODE IS AS GOOD AS THAT WAS

as in, give me diverse background characters (i mean, if they can’t be be main characters), daphne actually having depth to her character beyond vanity, velma being 10/10 relatable and being genuine besties with daphne, fred being a useless lovable dork, shaggy being THE ABSOLUTE BEST & TOTALLY A ROLE MODEL, scooby being literally the coolest sweetest dog ever

BRING FORTH THE CARTOON ANTICS

03:45

HERE WE GO

03:46

at first i thought this dinosaur costume was a recap and i was like WHEN DID DEAN FIGHT A DINOSAUR

03:49

dean and sam mentioned a lizard and quite frankly this dude looks like a lizard

i half expected his tongue to poke out, barty crouch jr. style

03:50

dean: “TAKE IT EASY, SHE’S DELICATE”

love how dean makes every inanimate thing he cares about into a ‘she’

is this him sexualising random pieces of equipment; finding the thing impressive and therefore giving it the pronoun of the people who most inspire him; or is it a parenting instinct buried deep down that just happens to have a gender bias??

WILL WE EVER KNOW

from dean’s soft “shh” though i imagine it’s a parenting thing

precious tv needs to be loved and cared for like a baby

(i mean......... Baby is his car. definitely a parenting thing. BUT THEN ALSO HIS CAR IS SEXY???? CONCLUSION: DEAN HAS MOTHER/PARTNER/INTIMACY ISSUES)

03:56

dean: “be like elsa, let it go”

this boy has so many repressed childhood issues i don’t know where to start

HIS INNER CHILD NEEDS HELP

oh man i think i just realised what his growth this episode is gonna be. CONNECT TO THE DESPERATE INNER CHILD

SAVE HIM!!!!!

(sidenote: i did not realise i would be going into this and immediately begin psychoanalysing dean but there we go)

03:58

the dean cave

or the fortress of deanitude

ohhhhhhhhhhh boy

03:59

let me know when there’s a fic where dean and cas cuddle/fall asleep/boink in those plaid la-z-boy recliners huh.

or when dean, cas, and sam all want to watch something at the same time and there’s only two chairs sO SOMEONE’S GONNA HAVE TO SHARE

04:01

THEY’RE A CARTOON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

04:02

dean: “are we animated? yes. is it weird? yes.”

reminds me of zootopia a little I LOVE IT I LOVE IT YAAYAYY

04:06

a malt shop!!!!!! cartoon ice cream sundaes always look so tasty

EVEN BETTER WHEN SHARED WITH SCOOBY AND SHAGGY

i always thought dean and shaggy would get along so damn well

04:08

FRICK YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH

04:08

WHO DOESN’T NEED A MILKSHAKE-DRINKING GREAT DANE IN THEIR LIVES

04:09

sam’s hair looks really good

AND I JUST REALISED HOW WELL THEY DID DEAN’S LIPS!!! POUTY PRETTY AND PLUSH, JUST THE WAY THEY ARE IN FANFICTION