#Bim Trimmer x reader

[goosedoes-fics]

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Bim Trimmer x Reader

Content warnings: blood mention, death mention, gender neutral reader, use of y/n, use of title Mx.

Notes: ohhh God I wrote this. ages ago. and since I just made this blog I thought I'd re-upload a few old oneshots. huge cringe warning I'm so sorry

You had to get away. That's the only thing you knew. You had run backstage. The stench of fresh blood still hung in the air, choking you with its visceral aroma. The adrenaline was still pumping through your veins when you managed to reach the old closet where you now resided.

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A game show. A simple old game show. That's all it was supposed to be. You had nothing to be concerned about. And yet, a deep part of your mind wasn't truly surprised by the blood now lightly splattered where a fellow contestant had previously stood.

You let yourself take a deep breath. Your heart threatened to beat out of your chest.

I've seen this show thousands of times, you thought to yourself in shock. This has never happened. The contestants were always just hidden offstage, there was never any blood.

Of course with your luck, this had happened. Someone was dead. In an attempt to gain more points for the show, they had ended their own life. This was your fault, wasn't it? Somehow, you told yourself, this was all your doing.

Voices echoed through the halls outside. They were looking for you. They couldn't let you get away. They had never let a contestant get away before.

Of course, a contestant had never seen a death before, either. Some machinery malfunctioned, causing the death to be visible to those in the studio. Thank god the show wasn't filmed live.

Footsteps. Drawing nearer. Someone knew you were here.

The knob turned. Fate would decide what these people would do to you. You had witnessed too much. Far too much to be kept alive.

The closet door opened with a creak, a sound that was eerily similar to the sound of very faint screaming. A well-dressed man stepped inside the spacious closet, closing the door behind him and flipping the light switch to see you better. You could clearly see the man's face. It was the host of the show himself. A certain Bim Trimmer.

"I was under the impression that you would be a bit better at hiding." His smirk was crooked and a bit too playful for the situation you were in.

You tried to get further away from him, to no avail. Your back pressed against the shelves of the closet, and you could feel the wooden boards threatening to bruise your skin if you pushed back much further.

"We haven't had an incident such as this in quite some time," Trimmer lamented, shaking his head with faux shame. "You're now the single outlier in our perfect record."

You tried to respond. Maybe to reprimand such a twisted man, maybe to apologise despite your innocence. Unfortunately, the words caught in your throat like a fly in a web.

Bim could sense your weakness. He knew he had the power in this situation. He had you in the palm of his hand.

"What are you afraid of, Mx. L/n?" The host stepped closer to you. You had nowhere to go, and you both knew it.

He stepped closer once more. "Are you afraid of death, perhaps?"

At his next step, he was now uncomfortably close to you. "Are you afraid of being alone, abandoned?"

Bim rested his hand on your shoulder, leaning in to whisper in your ear. You were painfully aware of the sound of your heartbeat ringing in your ears.

"Or maybe," he murmured, his warm breath heating your exposed skin, "Are you afraid of me?"

You wanted to speak up. You wanted to say no, or try to run, or do anything other than stand there, helpless and intimidated. But every cell in your body was fighting against your better judgement. All you could muster was a shaky breath.

The fancily-dressed man pulled his head away enough to look you in the eyes. The way he gazed at you gave you the feeling that he could read every little thought in your head.

"I'm not going to harm you, Mx. [L/n]. You intrigue me. More so than any ordinary contestant." He smiled, a smile sweet as honey but equally as sinister. "However, you can't just waltz off, what with all of the things you've seen."

Bim carefully cupped your face in his hands. The adrenaline previously running through you was running low, and you felt drowsy. Despite everything, you couldn't help but notice how gently he held you. It felt nice, in a way. The host smiled at you again, though this smile seemed more sincere.

"If you truly are afraid of me, dear, you'll have to face your fears a lot more from now on."

[sierracolorstheworldofwords]

🌟Masterlist🌟

Labyrinth (1986)

The lonely king (Complete):

Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter six

It's only forever (In progress):

One shots (Jareth x reader):

The Garden

The kitten

Early bird

Does Hoggle have b.o?

The witch

Markiplier egos:

Reader who's afraid to love head cannons

yandereplier x insecure/anxious reader

yandereplier x reader: fluff

Dark x Erix Derekson x Reader

Wilford x depressed reader

Dark x haphephobic reader

Dark x panicking reader

Dark x overworked reader

Dark x snail lover reader

Yancy x chubby! self conscious reader

Wilford Warfastache x reader: Christmas!

Dark x reader fluff

Yancy head cannons

Yandere! Wilford Warfstache x chubby reader

EGOTOBER (2019)

Day one: Flowers

Day two: Trap

Day three: Pose

Day four: Jacket

Day five: Umbrella

Day six: Coffee or tea

Day seven: Barrier

Day eight: Sneak (KOTS)

Day Nine: Blue (Googleplier)

Day ten: Phone (Yan x reader)

Day eleven and tweleve: Swap & travel (self insert)

Day thirteen and fourteen: Stripes & car (Wilford x reader)

Day sixteen and seventeen: Wave and bright (Bim Trimmer)

Day fifteen: Metal (Bing)

Day eighteen: Gold (Eric Derekson)

Day nineteen: Music (Priestiplier)

Day twenty: Leaves (Wilford and Yan)

Day twenty one: Sleep (Doc)

Day twenty two: Cauldron (Dark)

Day twenty three: Spooked: (Yan x reader)

Day twenty four:

Day twenty five: Moonlight: Wilford Warfstache x @matronofthevoid

Day twenty six: Purple

Day twenty seven: Fangs, KOTS

Day twenty eight: Candy, Wilford

Day twenty nine: Countiplier (@justwritingscibbles oc) x reader

Day thrity: Shadow, Randall

Day thrity-one: Halloween!

[fenneciplier]

ANOTHER POLL FOR MY NEXT MARKIPLIER UNDERRATED EGO X READER HEADCANONS/PREFERENCES ^^!!

[sardonic-the-writer]

━"Manning The Mics"

━Tw: None

━Notes: I have delted this over five times on accident. If there's any typos- too bad so sad I'm never revisiting this. It took so long ;-;

━Song: "Why Am I Anxious" By Tom Cardy

"You know I have the power to fire you right."

Giggles filled with pure mirth came from (Y/n) as they tried not to double over, staring at their unamused boss, whom, was covered head to toe in sticky notes.

Their record for how many post-it notes they could place on one person had been 18. Had been.

Now it was a whopping 23.

As one could clearly tell if they took one look at the man in front of (Y/n).

You know, suprisingly, working at a studio downtown dedicated to airing a local t.v channel wasn't all that entertaining. Especially when someone like (Y/n)—who had mounds of untapped potential according to the company—was stuck wiping the dust off of camera lenses instead of putting their four years at college to use.

What's the use of going to school for a degree in sound design if they didn't even use it.

So they had to find a way to spice up their day to day routine. That didn't involve loitering around the snack table untill the day ended. (The coffee tasted like shit anyways.) What better way than slapping half a pad of post-its on your co-workers.

"If I didn't like you so much I would have kicked you out a long while ago."

(Y/n) paused their laughing fit to swipe dramatically at the corner of their eyes, pretending to wipe a tear away.

"Yeah. But you wouldn't want to get rid of 'one of the most talented workers you've seen in years'. Your words not mine." They clasped their hands together with an overdone grin, looking up at their (still) uninterested boss. He just grumbled at them in response.

Honestly Robert wasn't a bad supervisor. He never yelled at anyone, only tossing the occasional death glare when people needed to be reminded of things. Which was much appreciated concidering his sagging eyebags and sardonic demeanor made it seen like he would and could snap at the smallest thing.

He was pretty nice to (Y/n) anyways. Treated them like a hyper cousin. You know; the one you always saw getting yelled at by their mom at family gatherings because they put a whoopee cushion on someone's seat.

"Listen. I didnt call you in here to talk about, er, this." Robert plucked a blue sticky note off his temple, crumbling the material up into a ball and flicking it across the room.

It landed in the waste bin by his desk perfectly, making (Y/n) widen their eyes with an entertained smile. Robert didn't share their enthusiasm.

"I got an email from HQ this morning. One of the cast members saw you, ah 'performing by the water cooler' the other day so to speak, and wanted to meet you for something in building 2M today. As in, fifteen-minutes-from-right-now today."

(Y/n) saw a flash of remorse pass across his eyes. His tone was gentler now. The kind of gentle tone people use when they tell you your dog was just run over by a steam roller.

They felt their heart drop, face twisting into an unpleasant expression.

It had just been a bit of goofing off. Balancing a cherry on their nose before popping it in their mouth and tying the stem like a magician presenting their next trick—that kind of stuff. They didn't even know a cast member would be there. If so they would have used one of their sick days ahead of time. (Can you blame them. No one wants to be in the same room as their boss when their working.)

"Do you know who saw-"

"No. I don't know. I'm sorry (Y/n)." Robert's lips twitched down into a frown full of sympathy. He reached out to place a hesitant pat on their arm, the gesture holding a lot more meaning than anyone would think.

"If they try to fire you, quit before they can. That's business 101."

Well that certantly made them feel a lot better.

"Thanks. Want me to just hand in my resignation now or-?"

"Shut up (Y/n)." He rolled his eyes. But there was no annoyance behind it.

"You need to get going anyways. And-" He rubbed the back of his neck.

"-good luck."

"Just make sure my headstone looks nice and neat alright?"

"Fuck off."

Offices surrounded by glass should be illegal.

That's all that was going through (Y/n)'s brain as they walked through the winding hallways of headquarters. More specifically building M2.

They could see everything going on in the rooms due to those stupid glass walls, yet nothing at the same time. It was anxiety inducing.

But also what-the-fuck inducing.

A man with a cowboy hat, sunglasses, and atrocious mouth mullet was talking to a group of terrified looking people in one area while waving around what was, hopefully, a fake gun.

In the room next to him was a masked figure in a skin tight black body suit, posing like a superhero while resting their comically large hands by his hips. They almost looked to be roleplaying if anything.

The company didn't talk about this in the introduction video.

What room were they supposed to be in again? The lady at the front desk had said the one with the cream walls right? Or was it gray-

They let their feet lead them down a few more twists and turns while trying not to think about it too much. The contents in the rooms only got more bizarre as they went, albeit less and less people occupying them untill no one was left.

The journey only paused when a room on their right came up, big bold letters above it reading Conference Room.

Hey, that room looked cream colored enough.

(Y/n) pushed the glass door open, head popping in as they scanned the contents of the place. Just as their view from the outside suggested, no one was in there.

"Yeah. Okay. That's great. Invite me up here why don't you. Give me a heart attack why don't you. Make sure not to show up before me why don't you."

Their words were full of nerves, bones in their neck popping as they cracked it anxiously.

Who exactly was the cast again? They knew the general idea that surrounded all of them. The Big Men. The bosses. The people who ran this entire company in their free time.

Wispers about who exactly they were ran rampant on set some days. How one was a demon. The other was an insane pink Willy Wonka. Someone even had a thoery that they were all just fragments of one mans mind, which was met with as many eyerolls and scoffs as one would think.

Honestly (Y/n) had never paid much attention to any of the theories. They were never gonna meet the guys in charge anyways, so why bother? They'd much rather spend their time getting their job done quickly so they could spend the rest of their shift goofing off.

But now, walking around the oval shaped table and eyeing the place skeptically, they wish they had listened in to those conversations.

"Ah! Wonderful! We were wondering when you would show up sugarplum!"

(Y/n) nearly jumped three feet in the air, whirling around to the source of their sudden spike in heart rate.

Right where seconds ago no one had been sitting were six individual men surrounding the brown table.

Everyone looked the same. But different. It was a wonder how they had never really seen any of them before, despite working on set and them being the 'main cast'.

They all were staring straight at (Y/n), who swore their face lost all color at the attention.

Each one was dressed in different attire, ranging vastly from suits to hospital scrubs. A couple of them even looked to be glitching. Or was that buffering? They couldn't tell.

"Well come on! Sit down sit down. There's a chair right next to Bim and Hosty right there!"

Their eyes flickered to the enthusiastic man with messy brown hair, his voice slurred as if he'd been drinking. A pink tinted mustache moved with his words, which they couldn't help but stare at for a moment.

Nonetheless they listened, walking over to the chair he spoke of and slowly sitting down. If they hadnt felt small enough being stared at by six separate pairs of eyes, they certantly did now.

The one—Hosty he had been called?—on their left was a man in a light brown trench coat. He was rather handsome looking, albeit solom. He had a bandage around his head, weaving through his dark tresses and covering his vision. There looked to be dried blood stains where his eyes were, causing them to wonder how he could even see them.

"The Host thinks it's rude to stare."

(Y/n) quickly looked away at their words, choosing instead to eye the other man beside their seat.

Not like they had much of a chance to before a hand was shoved in their face.

"HI! Bim here. Bim Trimmer. Extrodinare in everything! That's Bim Trimmer. B-I-M, T-"

"Alright that's enough Bim. You're startling them." Someone said with a sigh.

The hand pointing straight inbetween the area of their eyes slowly reclined, Bims smile still ever present—if a bit forced now.

Who the absolute hell were these people.

"Wilford, why exactly are we all here?"

"Ah, yes. That!"

(Y/n)s eyes furrowed in the slightest, shifting in their seat as they watched the smiling man shuffle around for some papers. His tounge would come out and lick his lips occasionally and they tried not to acknowledge Wilfords little wink when he noticed them looking.

He then slammed a file decorated with stickers down on the table, patting it gently as if he didn't just completely demolish it against the furnitures surface.

"(Y/n) (L/n)! Works in building 4A, mic check crew. Born in Nevada, moved to Ohio to pursue their career in sound design! An adventurous little thing."

"We know Wilford. I recal reading the report on their interview. A very interesting one." A very monotone voice said, before screaming.

(Y/n)s eyes widened as a red and blue verson of the person across from them split in the air, howling. They looked to be in the worst pain imaginable. It was enough to make (Y/n) forget about the mention of their rather embarassing interview. (Let's just say the janitor had to stay overnight that day)

And then the figures were gone.

"Host notices (Y/n) jump. He wishes tell them that they were not imagining that. It is simply Dark becoming a bit aggitated."

Alright. So that made no sense. Perfect.

How to deal with this. Avoid eye contact? No they were already doing that. Music? Earbuds were in the car damnit. Oh-

Humor.

"So, is this gonna be done by my lunch break, because I have some tofu in the fridge I really can't let sit too long. Last time that happened I had to quarantine for a few months and oh boy-"

Their words faded the more they talked, nerves increasing by the moment.

Alright so no jokes. Tough crowd.

"Are you going to fire me? Becuase if so I quit first."

That made Wiford let out a hearty laugh, a few others joining in with small chuckled. Even the monochrome ones lips tilted up slightly, his expression having been stony untill now.

"Fire you? Why of course not! On the contrary sugar! Here, have some candy."

Before (Y/n) could say anything in retaliation a lollipop was shoved forcefully in their mouth. They gagged on it slightly, muffling out a 'hey!' as the sweet flavor coated their tounge.

Wilford just winked.

Host quietly narrated their flushed face with a slight tilt of his head.

They worked the treat around with their tounge, successfully muted as Wilford continued to go on a rant, pacing around the room and its inhabitants. Tossing out reasons why he had called them all up here with the occasional off topic discussion.

"-ut (Y/n) we were wondering if you'd like to come work in our building! On Warfstashe Tonight to be specific." He finally finished, filling with his suspenders and leaning down to look them in the eye with half closed lids.

He was so close, they could have stuck him in the eye with the end of their lollipop stick—and honestly was thinking about it just to see what would happen. So thank god for Host.

"The Host feels a bit neglected when Wilford fails to mention his podcast."

"Yeah, what The Host said. I'm Bim Trimmer! The Bim Trimmer! I need a mic guy too for my show about me! Bim!"

"They could help me with my diagnosis'. It's always more fun to tell people that their dying with an audience."

"I-I have no-o use f-for a us-seless huma-an."

Fuck you too blue shirt guy.

"Settle now." The dark man said again. Wait, dark? Dark.

(Y/n) thought someone had called him that. Strange name. However, it fit them.

"Wilford I recommend you stop playing with this poor human and get on with it. We can all figure out a schedule later. We've already confused them enough."

"You're no fun Darky." Wilford pouted, snatching the lollipop right out of (Y/n)'s mouth and placing it in his own. He sighed as he walked away, licking it at his leisure.

They blinked at the unsanitary action.

"But fiiiiine. Meeting dismissed. That means you too bubblegum. I can escort you out to your car if you'd like."

The pinkette was smiling at them innocently while twirling the spit coated treat around in his hand. But with the way Wilford looked them up and down they felt like he wanted to do more than just escort them to their car.

By now most of the other members at the table had gotten up to leave, shuffling around and making small talk amongst themselves. Not many spared an extra glance at (Y/n). Which they were thankful for. Their head was already spinning a little.

"Uh, no thanks Wilford. I'll just go back to my erm, building now." They declined his offer as politely as possible.

"You have some important tofu waiting for you if I'm not mistaken." Dark smoothed down his suit as he stood up, red and blue iris' boring into (Y/n)s own as he spoke. They had forgotten he was even there, which unnerved them a little. Silent guy.

"Uh, yes. Yes. That's it. Mhm yes totally. Tofu. I'll go get that and then I'll just- see what's left to do around here." (Y/n) stuffed their hands into their pockets, already starting to inch towards the door stiffly.

Wilford whined once or twice. But the glass door slammed in his face before any real words could make it out of his mouth, (Y/n)s pace increasing as they sped walked away with eyes as big as dinner plates.

They mentally thanked Dark for an opportunity out of there. They had never had trouble socializing in any sort of way, but in that room being offered so many promotions—could they even be called promotions if you're just thrust into the job—it felt more like they were being cooed and ogled at by a bunch of higher beings. Mainly Wilford.

But- whatever. They would do their research. The deranged Willy Wonka theory didn't seem too crazy anymore.

For now though–

–they were really craving a lollipop.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hey I'm not sure if I'm bothering you but could you do the ilper egos(dark, bim, host and iswm mark) with a werewolf/vampire hybrid reader?

Dark

You’re an interesting creature to him.

Two different beings merged into one. Sounds quite familiar.

Tbh he doesn’t mind what you do or whose blood your feast on. As long as you don’t make a mess and track blood all over the floor.

He also doesn't want you getting fur on his suit or desk whenever you fully transform.

Unfortunately that...happens more than either of you would like to admit (not to mention it’s often encouraged by Wilford).

“[Y/n] I’m not going to ask again, keep off my......oh don’t give me those pathetic “puppy eyes”. You’re no Chica.”

He scolds you every time but does he actually do anything about it??

No.

It might just be the dog-person in Damien who just can’t stay mad at you forever but shhhh

Bim

After today's gameshow, he wondered where the winner and all the “hamburger” meat had gone.

Then he hears his production team screaming backstage and finds you just??? Biting into raw meat?? And only sucking the blood from it??

At first he doesn’t even know it’s you till he sees your ripped clothes and it clicks.

No wonder you seemed a little too eager watching the losers get chucked into the meat grinder.

“Woah....WOAH SOMEONE GET THIS ON CAMERA--or...a-actually don’t. Shoo." He shoves the cameraman away and approaches you.

“Heyyyy [y/n]. I was gonna see if you wanted your prize but...I guess you already found one, haha.” He laughs as you look at him, kinda embarrassed you lost control of yourself.

But he’s chill about it, petting your fur and calling you a “good dog”.

Host

You were something straight of a fictional horror story.

That’s Host’s way of complimenting you, which is confusing but he still hangs out with you so??? He likes you.

He wishes he could fully see what you look like.

Though you let him pet your fur and feel your snout/ears/tail/paws whenever you fully turn.

If his sockets start bleeding from stress, you’ll have to leave the room bc the scent of blood gets overwhelming and you don’t wanna hurt him. It’s something you still don’t have too much control over. 

Host knows this too and tries to avoid being too stressed out around you.

Ofc he can narrate to stop you from attacking but he doesn’t wanna do that either.

Space

The ship settled on a planet full of hybrid creatures, specifically ones seen as “myths” back on Earth.

The plot twist? It wasn’t found by accident. It was actually the home planet of the Captain, aka you. You’ve intended to lead your crew here to establish peace and coexistence with humanity.

Of course, that was far from easy with all the time loops and universe-hopping, but you finally made it.

However it’s not obvious to Mark that you were a werewolf-vampire hybrid this entire time (you hid it relatively well except for when you shoved him into ADS and scented the blood he left all over the scanners).

Then you finally take off your helmet to reveal your blood-red eyes, fangs, and wolflike face/ears, breathing the fresh air of your planet with joy.

Then you realize Mark's staring and you expect him to shriek in horror (or at the very least be upset you never told him your true nature).

But he’s like “woah, Cap. You’re a big..scary...k-kinda cute vampire puppy???” He’s a little confused (tho he still acknowledges you as captain, much to your relief).

“Cute” is certainly a foreign term to your species. But you’ll take whatever rare compliments come your way.

[prinxejeanne]

vampire!Bim Trimmer fic please?

[[Bim Trimmer drabble, a quick lil' story about our favorite gameshow host being a vampire instead of a plain old cannibal! Involves the reader, but it's not an x reader?? He kinda. Drinks your blood. But not in a sexy way.]]

[[Warnings: Depictions of blood (obviously), brief violence, Bim being kind of a fuckin' sleaze /aff, reader gets attacked by a bloodthirsty vampire (again, not in a sexy way lmfao), me being totally normal about Bim 👀.]]

You had been chosen to be a contestant on some obscure late-night gameshow called "Hire My Ass". Basically, you were supposed to answer a bunch of random questions, and whoever got the most points at the end was hired to work at their dream job.

Considering the fact that you hadn't decided what you wanted to do, you didn't even know why you were here.

Still, as you stood behind the podium next to the other final opponent, you nervously fidgeted with the hem of your sleeve while the gameshow host asked the final question.

Speaking of which, the guy running the whole thing- Bim Trimmer- was really... weird, to say the least. He acted like a total shark, and kind of looked like one too, with his slicked back hair and his unnaturally sharp teeth. The first contestant to lose, a tall and bulky blonde man, had disappeared after Trimmer had pulled him backstage for a "brief conversation".

"Alright- it isn't common knowledge, but the best-seller book, Fifty Shades of Grey, was based off a fanfiction," he announced, marking the final question. "Which fandom was this story made about?"

Before you could even begin to think about the answer, your opponent slammed on the button in front of them, and a buzzer went off.

"Contestant number 2! What is your response?" Bim asked, the cheesy movie-star grin making you a little nauseous.

"The answer is, the 'Twilight' movies," the contestant responded confidently.

Trimmer let out a sigh, making you hopeful for just a moment.

"I'm sorry, contestant number 2, but you..." he began, pausing for a moment and making you clutch the sides of the podium anxiously.

"...are absolutely correct! Contestant number 2, that brings your score up by fifty points! You're the winner, and we are going to Hire! Your! Ass!"

Your heart sunk a little, the blaring music and confetti only serving to piss you off as the cameras zoomed in on Bim shaking your opponent's hand.

Suddenly, someone yelled "cut" from offstage, and all the fanfare and music stopped. It seemed as if the cameras shut off, and everyone began hurrying off to do their jobs.

Trimmer began talking to the successful contestant, and still bitter about your loss, you wandered off the stage and out into the hallway.

"Who needs a stupid fuckin' job anyway?" you muttered to yourself, shaking your head. "I don't even know what I was gonna do if I won..." You paused for a moment, outside a door that was cracked open just a smidge. Like a respectful human being, you moved to close the door, but paused at the sight of a small stain on the ground.

Was that... no. You were just psyching yourself out or something. It was probably just jam!

...Jam wasn't that thin, though.

You sigh and glance up at the camera hanging from the roof. It was pointed in the opposite direction.

God, were you really gonna do this?

"...fuck it. We ball," you mumbled, chuckling to yourself at the absurdity of the situation as you turned on the light in that room and closed the door behind you.

It... definitely wasn't what you expected.

Instead of a gruesome murder scene, you were standing in a squeaky clean commercial kitchen.

That explains the tiny blood-stain on the floor.

You walk a little further in, deciding to look in one of the drawers and lose more dignity than you already had. There were some knives and forks, and you picked up a butcher knife to examine it.

God, that was shiny.

Absent-mindedly, you run your finger along the blade's edge and wince as it slices into your skin easily. Maybe touching the sharp part of a brand new knife wasn't such a good idea.

You yank your finger away, sticking it into your mouth and carefully putting the knife away with your free hand.

"They're sharp, aren't they?"

The voice behind you makes you jump, yanking the bleeding finger out of your mouth and spinning around to face the source of your startle.

"Oh! Uh, Mr. Trimmer! Sorry, I... got lost..." you stammered, trying and failing to come up with a valid excuse.

"Oh, I don't mind, contestant number one! It was... (Y/N), right?" he responded, getting a little too close to your face for comfort.

You stepped backwards, chuckling awkwardly. "Uh- yeah... right.

God, this guy was fucking weird.

"Sorry again- I, uh, should probably... leave," you say bluntly.

"Oh, no! Please stay." The look in his eyes seriously creeps you out. His pupils are enlarged, and he's staring at your finger.

"..."

You step back again, and Bim's eyes shoot up to meet your own. He was breathing heavily, and you wanted to get out of there

"You know, I normally wouldn't normally indulge, considering I just ate, but... I think I'll treat myself today," he said with a chuckle, straightening out his posture slightly.

Before you can ask what he's talking about, Trimmer launches himself at you with his unnaturally sharp teeth bared.

Maybe next time, you should just mind your own business.

[weirdlyobsessedwithegos]

Bim Trimmer x cryptid reader

Anon: Idk but my brain go bim needs more love, maybe bims experience a cryptic s/o. Like the cannibal man gets a wendigo or any human eating criptic to love?

Reader is a non-specific type of cryptid! Idk of I got Bim quite right, but it was a fun thing to write a something different from my usual stuff :3

Trigger warnings for cannibalism, hunting of humans, murder, blood and gore, general creepiness, and being a cryptid.

You were not really one to take humans as significant others. As most of the time they were food and not much else.

Though for Bim, you had made an exception.

Although you had tried to eat him at first. Well, him, and others.

You had been out on a hunt, so hungry that you knew you would need more than one human to satisfy your hunger that night.

Coming upon Bim and two others next to an abandoned building had not been the plan, but it saved you the hassle of going out for more trips.

Keeping to the shadows of the roof, you had smelled the fear and anger carried up on the wind as you listened to the conversation below.

"Come on Bim, we know you got the money.”

“Guys, guys, come one now, I’m just the best game show host in the business, that does not mean I have any money on me.” The answering voice, Bim, laughed, but was cut short with the sound of a fist hitting clothed flesh.

It was your time to strike. Pretend that you were a savior of one man when you were the farthest thing from it.

The taste of relief quickly replaced by horror was always sweet and would dance on your tongue.

Dropping down behind the two men that had Bim pressed against the wall, you dragged them both backwards, one by the back of his neck, the other by the back of his jacket.

The first’s neck snapped quick, and the second man died as your teeth ripped his throat out.

You swallowed the first piece of meat of the night; turning your attention to Bim next, where he was still pressed against the wall, still somewhat upright.

“Thank you for that, really saved my behind there!” His voice was loud, and weirdly confident. Not to one to be deterred, you stepped forward.

“Also, very hot. Say, do you mind if I had a bite? Getting racketeered leaves a man rather peckish.” He grinned, hands clasped, stopping you in your tracks. You tilted your head, letting your eyes roam over him, and took a deep sniff of the air, realizing that the smell of fear from before was quickly dissipating.

Odd.

Using your vocal chords after a long silence felt odd, and they had creaked as you spoke.

“Which one?”

“Doesn’t matter which really, but I do have a preference for meat from the chest area.” He had answered with a grin, and a glint in his eyes that over time you would come to love.

You didn’t know it then, but over time the two of you would move from being complete strangers, to a friendship, to a romantic relationship.

It’s takes time, and it’s not fast by any means, but the relationship works for the two of you. You take each other on hunts as you learn to trust each other, and you even get to see Bim apply his skills.

He can apparently talk some people into the most damning and dangerous situations, luring his prey only with his voice. It’s fascinating to see him work and hunt, and you find yourself more and more attracted to him.

Sometimes you wonder if there’s something supernatural about him, but when you try to bring it up to him one time, he brushes it of, stating it’s just his charm and skill as a loved show-host. You doubt that, but don’t bring it up again.

You take him on your hunts several times, and though he had seen it first hand, it’s different seeing it as a witness rather than being the goal of your hunt. Your methods are more brutal than his, and relies heavily on surprise and strength instead of cunning words, but Bim seems to like that, as he showers you in praise after every hunt he watches.

You like that, and over time you grow to love it, preferring to take him on hunts with you when you can, and if not, bringing your prey back to him so the two of you can share your spoils. This way, you can also makes sure he doesn’t get into the same situation that lead to the two of you meeting, as his silver tongue cannot always save him.

You love him, and he loves you.

He loves the attention you give him, and that you are a cryptid of the night that tend to eat people instead of cuddling with them on the couch, and watching re-runs of shitty game shows from the 80s, that just strokes his ego.

He feels important, and you find him intriguing in so many ways.

You’re perfect for each other.

[orange-waterfalls]

Reader w/ wings headcanons(Markiplier Alter Egos)

ty @fancybootm​ for the request!

A/N: i just did all of them. every-all-everyone. Except Yandereplier, Silver Shepard, Ed Edgar... maybe others I’m not aware of at the moment... I tried to stick with a certain number of egos, but my hands just... they just kept moving. It is 11:00 pm when im writing this ya boy is TIRED. there are 1.6k words. It seems longer than it is bc bullet points. Bear with me. You can find the egos that you want easily. The reader is gender neutral. i am so sorry if this is not what you meant lol. on the bright side this is a good reference for all the egos i am open to writing for(also maybe others idk) so uh im keeping it enjoy. I’ll say... a T rating for cursing and also a bit of violence but literally like 20 words. mentions of injury. that’s it.

Requests are open!

Y/N(reader) with wings hcs

No one knows what the fuck you are, not even you

Ya got wings. That’s it.

Are you an angel? A faery? A phoenix? Who knows

You woke up one day in a forest remembering nothing

But you had wings

And then you got shot with an arrow

You ran away and hid in a cave

Darkiplier spends most of his time around you studying you

To see what you could possibly be

He still doesn’t know

He’s settled for calling you a “cryptid”

He’s slightly annoyed with the feathers you leave around the manor

He won’t tell you bc you can’t control that and it’d be rude

You read together in his study on occasion

You sit on the floor bc your wings get uncomfortable in chairs

In sympathy, he also sits on the floor

You think it’s sweet

You told him so and he sputtered out a “shut up and read your book”

He’s fairly fond of you

You’re good company to keep around

Wilford was the one who found you

He was walking through the forest, as one does, when he saw GIANT feathers

Naturally, he followed them

He found you in a cave with an arrow in your shoulder

He took you back to the manor and patched you up

He begged Dark to keep you there

He promised not to kill anybody for a month

He made it 15 days, which is a record

He’s very protective of you, not letting you out a lot since uh… hunters

You are his Sweet Little Songbird, light of his life, wind in his sails, 

if anything happens to you he will kill everyone in the manor and then himself

He helps you preen a lot

His hands are very gentle, surprisingly 

He spends the most time with you out of everyone

You play games, talk(well, he talks to you), and just hang out

He loves and adores you with his whole heart

Actor tolerates you, or so he says

He’s jealous of your wings

HE’S supposed to be the mysterious, sexy one!

But ok, yeah, you’re pretty interesting

He uses you in short films sometimes bc… well… wings

There are alot of things you can do with wings, surprisingly

He took you out into town one night

He shoved the wings under a thick jacket

You guys bought some clothes and food

He cut holes in the clothes for your wings, grumbling about a “waste of money” and “you never go out anyway” 

but he enjoyed spending a bit of time with you

Wilford nearly killed him(again) when he found out

He likes venting to you bc you just nod without really listening

As I said, you’re good company

Yancy thinks you’re nice

He felt a bit… threatened at first

Ya got WINGS, of course he’s cautious

But they are very pretty

And he likes to use you in choreography

People always comment on how realistic the wings are as Yancy leads you away

You don’t judge him for killing his parents, he likes that about you

You don’t know. You could’ve done something bad. You don’t remember

He likes cuddling bc you wrap your wings around him and he feels safe

He also helps you preen… sometimes… 

He’s… really bad at it...

You like listening to him sing

He sings you lullabies at night

You’re very close

Illinois is very fascinated with you

He’s convinced you’re a fairy

He’s seen quite a few of those

You tell him you don’t know, and he goes “a LiKeLy StOrY”

He likes drawing you

You’re very angelic

“Oh, maybe an angel then…” He says, like an idiot

He takes you with him on a few adventures to fly him over pits and stuff

He’d never admit it but he has a… THING about heights

It’s called a phobia, you egotistic maniac

You try to help him with it

You never get that far off the ground before he’s screaming to be put down

He appreciates the effort

He gives you things he finds on adventures that are pretty or remind him of you

He infodumps to you about curses, and archaeology, and adventuring, etc.

Magnum is uh… well, he’s Magnum

He figures you’d be useful out at sea

You can find nearby land, ships, or treasure by flying, of course

He didn’t take into account the fact that you don’t really… fly that often.

So it turned into you just stretching your wings instead of looking for loot

Once you fell overboard

Everyone was like “eh, they can fly, it’s fine”

Then they realized that you probably can’t since your wings might be wet

Magnum LEAPED into the fuckin water and THREW you back on

He doesn’t take you on the sea as much anymore

sometimes you talk about life, treasure, love, y'know the usual

He’s very Father Figure-ly

Bim isn’t sure how to feel about you

You are a person. With wings. What’s he supposed to do about that

He’s friends with Wil, so has to tolerate you at least.

He tries to make conversation, but it doesn’t always go as well as it could

You don’t have much to talk about, and some of his topics worry you

Mostly you two just kinda… exist in the same general area

Sometimes he’ll discuss what he should do on his show

You don’t have many ideas

But you’ve gotten an idea of what it is, and sometimes give a suggestion or two

He appreciates you for that

He tried to get you on the show once but Wilford refused

You kinda wanted to, but whatever

You’ll hang out sometimes too

He’s very entertaining, he has to be

Eric is kind of scared

Not that you’ll hurt him, that he’ll hurt you

That happens a lot to people he likes…

He eventually starts hanging out around you

You don’t ask bad questions, and you distract him from his dad

He talks about animals with you a lot, and how he wanted a farm

You bought a cowboy hat and gave it to him and he cried

You also gave him a stuffed cow one day

He hugged you for a long time

You two cuddle a lot bc the boy needs SAFETY and SECURITY

You wuv each other(platonically or otherwise)

Dr. Iplier doesn’t bother you, mostly

He appreciates that you keep to yourself

He has his work, that’s what he’s focused on

Sometimes he’ll see you when you try to find Wilford or get some food

He tries to get a good look at you without looking suspicious

It doesn’t work, he always falls over

He once gave you a “physical”

It was mostly to just figure out what you were

You seemed mostly human based on the results

But goddammit you had WINGS

They had their own function but were sort of like an add-on to your body

He was slightly disappointed you weren’t gonna… turn into a whole bird

You tolerate each other

Google fuckin’ hates you

He’s completely perplexed by you

Which he is never because he is the most intelligent being on the planet

So he assumed he could figure out what you were

Turns out google fucking sucks at figuring out things people don’t already know

So he hates you. Like a lot

He’s tried to kill you multiple times

But his objective is to destroy MANKIND

You are not included in that

BECAUSE HE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU ARE!!!

Also Wilford almost killed him for it

So yeah he just kinda hates you

You’ve tried to get along with him but he just wouldn’t

He finally talked to you when Bing called him a little bitch

Still hates you, but can tolerate your existence now

Bing fuckin’ adores you

You are just wonderful to him

You can FLY??!! You have WINGS???!!!!!

You don’t really care that he is an artificial BEING????!!!!!!!!

You’re perfect

He does Sick Tricks™ to try to impress you

They never do

You appreciate the effort

You don’t see him a lot, but when you to it’s very entertaining

He taught you how to skateboard

You kinda sucked but he’s very supportive

He likes just hanging around you

It’s the only time he ever chills the fuck out

Everyone’s thankful to you for that

Your entire dynamic is “what if... i put... my minecraft bed... next to yours? haha just kidding... unless?”

The Host doesn’t really care about the wings??

I mean, he can’t see them, so… what’s the big deal

You appreciate that

He still does the uh… narration thing… with real people…

The stories end better now

You convinced him to make the stories end better

You sat with him to make SURE the stories end better

He also started writing novels recently

You help with plot and character development

He appreciates that

The Jims… don’t really care about you

I mean you’re interesting, of course

But they physically Cannot get a clear picture of you

Even if you agree to sit still, it just doesn’t happen

It is always, ALWAYS blurry

They eventually give up and leave you alone

They do spend a bit of time with you

You help them with demon episodes sometimes

You don’t do much, but they like the emotional support

King of the Squirrels is… well, he’s him

He doesn’t… he doesn’t do much

He hangs out with his squirrels. That’s pretty much it.

You just started hanging out with him one day

He didn’t mind

You two feed the squirrels while sitting by a tree

He lets you wear his crown sometimes

He draws his squirrels, and lets you see the pictures

He teaches you how to draw them

You two don’t talk, really

You just sit. And hang out.

He doesn’t really smile, but you can tell when he’s happy with you

[thesealishere]

A Speed Date With Markiplier (Egos)! Bim Trimmer X Reader (11/12)

“So! You’re next date is with Bim! I was gonna save him for last but Dr. Iplier is a hard man to get ahold of.” Seal said with a shrug.

“Couldn’t you just write him a day off?” [Y/N] asked and Seal stared at them for a moment.

“Well... Yeah but um... Shut up. You’re going on a date with Bim, he should be waiting for you so have fun!” Seal spoke quickly before snapping her fingers.

[Y/N] found themselves outside and on top of a hill, looking down they could see an expanse of plants and flowers. It was beautiful.

“Hi! I bet you’re excited!” They heard someone say behind them. Spinning on their heel they spotted Bim standing in front of a green house, talking to his reflection in the glass.

“No, that sounds too cocky... might turn them off. Uh how about. Hey there! Ready to see the most beautiful thing on the planet? The plants are nice too!... No they may not like that.” Was he... Practicing what he was going to say to them?

“Bim?” They asked, watching him jump and spin around, panic in his eyes for a second before he laughed to himself, smoothing his hair and shirt before approaching them.

“[Y/N]! Hey! Uh, how long have you been there?” He asked, pulling the sleeves of his shirt down as well nervously.

“Not long, you don’t have to be nervous or rehearse what your going to say to me. Let’s just relax and enjoy each other’s company yeah?” They said, offering him their hand which he happily took, his body relaxing at the gesture.

“Right sorry, do you like flowers? They have some rarer ones in the green house that don’t typically grow in this climate.” He began talking about the different flowers and plants as he lead them into the green house.

“These are Rain Lillies. Which despite the name they actually do better when it doesn’t rain for long periods of time because they prefer to be kept dry.” Bim began to explain, pointing over to a pink flower. He walked [Y/N] around the green house, explaining what the different flowers were and how to take care of them.

“You really have a passion for this huh?” They asked with a small laugh. Bim blushed, letting go of their hand to rub the back of his neck.

“Uh Yeah, I’ve always had a love for plants and flowers you know? I used to wish that I could work for National Geographic but then I found out their shows mainly focus on the animals and less on the plants.” He rambled a bit.

“Well, I think it’s cool that you have a passion for plants. Do you have a garden at the mansion?” They asked, watching as he physically perked up again.

“A small one, Dark said we could work on making it bigger but we’re trying to keep off the radar so we have to do it slowly. You should see my roses!” He gushed about his garden, talking about all he had and all he wanted to add.

“You’ll have to show me your garden sometime. I like listening to people talk about their passions, the ways their eyes light up just brings a certain joy ya know? Yours are still doing it actually.” [Y/N] pointed out, causing Bim to blush again.

“I’d be honored to show you my garden and I uh... Thanks. For listening and coming here with me. It’s nice not having to be Bim Trimmer tv host for a little while.” His shoulders relaxed again as he smiled at them.

“Any time Bim. We should do this again some time, it was a lot of fun and I liked learning about the plants.” They said.

“Again, I’d be honored.”

“Times up.” Seal’s voices echoed, followed by a snap and [Y/N] found themselves in the plain room again. “Welcome back! We’re only gonna be doing this one more time before the final big date with the winner! Are you excited? I’m excited!”

_•_•_•_•_•_•_•_•_•_•_

AHHHHH!!! There’s only one left to go! I like the idea of Bim just having a love for plants and so yeah that’s how I got the idea for this. But man, I can’t believe this is almost over... Anyway, as always I accept any and all feedback! Thank you guys for reading! ~Seal~

[mookoo-writes]

~Imagine: The Egos as Father Figures~

Authors Note: I am going to start updating more so be prepared, my dudes.

I might make a part 2 to this bc it’s just too adorable.

Fandom: Iplier & Septic Egos Pairing(s): Iplier & Septic Egos x Teen! Reader Reader: Gender Neutral Warning(s): Cursing, 

Anyway, please enjoy~

Oh boy, where do I start

Most people would think it's hard having a bunch of dads

You bet your ass they're right

They're so overprotective

It takes a lot of convincing to go out with friends

It's like a long chain

They all say to go ask a different ego and eventually you end up asking the man of the house

That man being Dark

It is terrifying when you have to ask him to go out or money

Like, you're shiting yourself

When you need new clothes, you go to Wilford and Yandere

Yandere being ecstatic that his platonic senpai ask him

Wilford being excited to pick out and see all of the clothing options

Wil always says "Price is no worry when it comes to my gumdrop"

Helping Host change his bandages when they get worn down or too bloody

You saw him struggling with it one day and decided to help him

Him being surprised when you weren't scared of what's behind the bandages

He trusts you more than the two doctors in the building

Dr. Iplier and Dr. Schneeplestein would help you with any injuries you have or if it's just your science homework

Google helping with the rest of your homework

Bing always trying to help but somehow always pulling up Porn

Bing being banned from helping you

We can't forget the occasional Nerf gun fight with Chase

When one of the egos step into the war zone, their fair game

Always aiming for the head no matter who it was

Accidentally hit Anti in the eye

You almost died that day

Pulling pranks on the other egos with Anti

You once poured ice cold Holy water on Dark when he was taking a shower

You also almost died that day

Having cuddle movie nights with Robbie

He's such a precious zombie

At least needs a movie night once a week

At some occasions, all the egos would join

Watches Marks and Jacks videos in the closet

The egos don't like it when you watch their 'enemies' content

"Why are you in the closet?"

"Because I haven't come out yet"

Helping the Kind feed his squirrels

Having fighting lessons from Jackieboy and Sylver

Wilford would sneak in and teach you how to use a gun

Helping Wil make all kinds of sweets

Marvin would show you all of his magic tricks

Maybe even teach you one

Trying on Marvin's mask

Getting to see backstage of the Jims, Bim, and Wilford's show

Family game night once a week

Always ends up in flames

Literally

[justwritingscibbles]

How You Interact: Morning Routines

This wasn't requested but I love writing domestic things with the egos.

Marvin the Magnificent

Marvin is an early riser. He likes getting up just as the sun is peaking over the horizon. If you're not a morning person, Marvin will try to be quiet as possible rolling out of bed and getting ready for the day. Pressing a kiss to your forehead before leaving the room. But he'll come back to bring you your preferred morning beverage as you start to wake up.

Bim Trimmer

Due to his weekly schedule of getting up early, Bim is always awake at ridiculous times. Even on his days off, his mind is still in work mode. But he likes to snuggle with you before dragging himself out of bed. Wrapping his arms around you and burying his face into the crook of your neck. Moaning and groaning about what he had to for the show today. He usually presses snooze once or twice on his alarms, wanting more cuddle time with you.

Count Iplier

Because of his nature, Count goes to sleep just as you're waking up. He'll climb under the blankets and cuddle with you till you absolutely need to get up. Murmuring against your neck with soft pleas to have you stay in bed. Ignoring any alarms you have, and peppering kisses along your cheek and jawline. Making you laugh with his tickling fingers against your sensitive spots. Even though Count cannot spend the sunlight hours with you, he wants you to have a smiling start to your day.

[fatesinthenight]

Bim and his flower going to a carnival

“What should we do first! The rides, get food, ooo we can be total rebels and get air brush tattoos and pretend they are real.” You feel like a child.

“Hahaha easy there. We have all day to do that.” Bim laughs at you.

“Sorry I’m just really excited to be at a carnival. It’s been so long.” You are bouncing.

When you heard about the carnival coming you called Bim instantly and made plans with him. You counted the days till it came and once it did you raced to Bim. As you both walk around you peek at him and take in his outfit. He had a button up dark blue shirt with a white floral pattern on it. His grey jacket was open and he had on some black jeans. Even put on some vans. This was very different from his usual suit and tie attire. You like it and smile when he holds your hand.

“How about so we don’t throw up all over we go on some rides first before we eat.” Bim suggests.

“Smart.” You squeeze his hand.

You get on this roller coaster first. Bim looks nervous in line and when you tell him it’s ok if you don’t go on he just saids its fine. The whole ride he is holding onto the bar and screaming. You have your hands in the air loving the drop. When you get off you laugh at how messy his hair got.

Next just for fun you get on the carousel. You sit on the bourse and feel like your ten. Bim sits on the one beside you and just watches you having fun. When you don’t notice he takes multiple pictures of you laughing and smiling. He picks his favorite two and makes them his lock screen and home screen on his phone.

The last thing is a Ferris wheel. You look at how high it is and start to feel nervous. When Bim takes your hand you feel better and hold onto his arm. You get on and at first you close your eyes as you go up holding onto Bim. He looks out and pokes your cheek.

“The view is really nice if you want to see.” He looks out taking in the view.

You slowly open your eyes and follow his gaze. You see the whole carnival. All the people look like ants from this high you think. Then you look at the sky and see how clear it was. The sun was shining and for some reason the sky has such a clear blue look to it.

“Wow this view it amazing.” You don’t feel scared anymore.

“Yes it is.” Bim was looking at you however. The best view for him was you.

When you get off your stomach rumbles making you laugh, even more when Bim’s does too. You both get some corndogs and then after your mouth waters when you see the funnel cakes. Bim gets a large one for both of you but when he blinked you finished half of it instantly on your own. After walking around he finds ice cream and gets two for both of you. He holds his head when he digs in getting a brain freeze. The whole time you two walk around he holds your hand. To be cute he swings your held hands and you blush.

Ask you walk around Bim spots a photo booth and tugs you into it. “Come on this will be fun.”

“Hmm never done this before. Ok lets go.” You think why not.

You get in with him and snuggle close together. Bim puts in some coins and it starts up. You two pose for every shot. One being like secret agents. Second making goofy faces. Third you do a fake punch and Bim looks scared. Fourth one he gets in front to take up all the space and you try to push your way into the frame.

“Hey hogging the camera much aren’t we?” You give him a smack on the arm.

“As a show host obviously I can take some amazing pictures. I must always be camera ready.” He winks at you. “Ok ok here we can take another round to make up for it.” He takes out more coins and puts them in.

You get ready again for a fun pose then Bim just hugs you for the first one. Second one he kisses your cheek. Third on he is holding your face in his hands looking at you with so much love. The final one he is kissing you. Even after the pictures are out he still keeps kissing you. He stops and just smiles at you.

“Now that is a good shot.” He takes the roll of photos and admires them as you two get out the booth and walk.

He hands the two rolls to you and you smile at them. You hold out the second one. “This one is my favorite.”

“Mine too. I will make a copy of that so we can each have one. And the other one too.” He offers you.

The day goes into night and the lights go on. Bim goes to play a ring toss game. He gets you a small puppy plush and you cuddle it. Then you go to this game where you shoot the water into the clowns mouth and make a ballon pop first. As you play it Bim is announcing the whole thing.

“And there they go ladies and gentleman. Flower is taking the lead but seat number two looks like they just much catch up. Then we got a cute contestant in the third seat holding on, you keep going kid. It’s down to the wire with these contestants here. And the winner is….” Your ballon pops first. “It’s my especially cute Flower. This is Bim Trimmer signing off.”

You get a big plush of a panda. You see the little girl that was in the third seat and walk over to her.

“Here you go.” You hand it to her.

“Really!” Her eyes sparkle.

“Yes I got a better one.” You hold on to your small plush puppy.

“Hold on.” Bim steps in. He makes a very pretty daisy come out and ribbon. He ties the ribbon the panda’s ear making a big bow then sticks the daisy in it. “There we go.”

“Oooo pretty.” The little girl smells the flower. “Thank you.” They smile and run off to her parents showing them he new bear. The parents thank you and you can’t help but feel all warm seeing the little family together.

“You really are a sweet one.” Bim kisses your cheek. “Let’s be rebels and get those air brush tattoos.”

“Ok but I must warn you. I’m not just getting some simple one. I want a dragon all over my arm.” You look mischievous.

“What!” Bim looks surprised.

“Pffff no I’m getting a little heart on my shoulder with your name.” You act innocent. “Or am I?”

“Ok crazy. I will get a flower on my shoulder.” He hugs you. “So I have you with me.”

“You know they only last like four days.” You poke his cheek.

“It’s the thought that counts right?” He nuzzles into your neck.

“Yes it does.” You giggle.

When you come home you plop in your bed tired. As you get ready for bed you take your puppy plush and put it at your bedside. Getting into your pajamas you look at your arm and smile seeing the heart with Bim’s name. You lay down in bed smiling thinking this was an amazing day.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

I'm a little late but Bim that's just so tired and overworked at his studio coming home and putting on a happy face until he gets to his room, where he promptly begins to sob. He wakes up the reader, who fell asleep in his room waiting on him and comfort happens because I'm soft for my sad boi.

Despite Bim’s complete and utter exhaustion, the smile never left his face as he waved to everyone he crossed paths with in Ego Inc. 

He tried to ignore the fact he was practically dragging his feet towards his room--wanting to break down and scream into a pillow the moment he arrived there.

For right now, though, he couldn’t let anyone see him like that. 

After all, he is Bim Trimmer.

But as he finally arrived to his room and shut the door, he paused as he saw you laying on his bed, apparently asleep. Your phone rested in your palm--an obvious sign that you’ve been waiting for him and passed out before he could come back from his studio.

For a moment he remained still, though it wasn’t long before the smile finally dropped from his face. And as he sat down on the bed, about to wake you up...a loud, abrupt sob escaped him.

Internally panicking, he slapped a hand over his mouth to muffle the noise. ‘No, no, no..not now.’

But the tears were already falling, and at that point you had woken up, rubbing your eyes.

“Hey Bim, how was...” You trailed off, blinking as you saw the gameshow host in the midst of an emotional breakdown. The heartbreaking sight prompted you to sit up immediately and shift over to him, putting a hand on his back. “Shit, what happened? What’s-”

“I-I’m just so tired, [y/n],” Bim didn’t even bother to hide it all anymore and just sobbed, removing his glasses to wipe away the tears. “Th-They keep expecting so much from me and..a-and I just can’t...I-I...”

“Shh, it’s okay. You’re home now.” You gently turned him to face you, before you loosened his tie for him, taking that off and moving onto his jacket.

He just pulled off his pants, leaving only boxers on. Once the two articles of clothing were cast aside, you brought him into your arms and laid back down, with him on top of your chest.

“Y-You don’t have to do this, you know.” He whimpered. “I..I would’ve been fine-”

“Crying alone in your room when you’ve been forcing smiles all day? Nah. I don’t think so.” You carded a hand through his hair, fluffing it up a little. Despite it always being gelled back..it was still fairly soft. “I promised I’d wait for you, right?”

Bim laughed tearfully, already feeling better with you here. “Yeah, you did, didn’t you? W-Well..” He sniffled, squeezing you tight and burying his head into your chest. “Thanks for doing that."

You simply hummed in acknowledgement, holding him close as he soon drifted off to sleep, before you followed suit.

[loveislattes]

Kiss Cam (Bim Trimmer/FemReader) Drabble Fluff

Just a little fluff piece inspired by funny kiss cams, which no one asked for but I got inspired to write! Warning: Cursing, that’s it!

Why did I ever agree to this? I hate crowds and I hate sports. Nevertheless, here I was, stuck at a Bulls vs Spurs basketball game with no idea what was going on while my so called date of a boyfriend spent his entire time on his phone or screaming like a maniac. It was embarrassing.

Another score for his team, the Bulls, and he was jumping and wailing like a wild man.

Snarling my nose up, I shot him a disgusted look but quickly wiped it off, not wanting to cause a scene. When he finally sat back down, I nudged him gently and leaned in.

“How much longer is this gonna last?” I asked.

“Who knows. Depends on the score and if they go into overtime, plus there a half time show, and- WHOA! That was a foul, ref!”

Rolling my eyes behind my shut lids, I took a deep breath and tried to force the irritataion at his behavior away. It was one night. I could do one night of ignorance for him. This was supposed to be our six month celebration anyway. Why spend it in a sour mood?

I felt slightly better under the pep talk and reopened my eyes when a whistle rang out. Looking over, I found him back on his phone as they called a break. Of course.

I barely contained my sigh of annoyance, tapping my nails on my jean clad thighs to exert control over my actions.

I looked up in surprise at the sound of a familiar Santana song starting; “The Game of Love” was the name if I wasn't mistaken.

Then I saw the camera up on the big display and the announcer told the crowd about the kiss cam. Shrinking down in my seat, I strongly hoped that every other couple in the room would be picked forever us.

It was cute and I had to grin despite myself, watching all the sweet and loving kisses between the people. Ones obviously deeply in love, ones obviously fresh in their relationship or not even together, the few rejections. It was good entertainment.

And then I saw my face on the screen. The people around us went wild as my face turned dark red.

“Hey, hey, look!” I hissed, nudging my boyfriend with a growing grin.

He looked up once and shook his head before pulling his phone to his ear and putting a finger up. Everyone let out a sound of disappointment and I couldn't help but let the dissatisfaction wash over me. Of course.

Why the fuck was I here again? Why had I stayed with this for six months even? I was always second to his work and his friends. I was second even to a fucking sport.

The camera moved on. After a few more kisses, it was back on us.

“Keith!” I snapped.

To my utter disbelief and anger, he shoved my arm off him and told me to shut up.

“Excuse me, miss,” a low, melodic voice came from next to me.

When I turned towards the voice, a hand wrapped around my upper arm while another cupped the back of my head and pulled me sharply against a solid form. I barely caught warm skin and dark hair before a mouth was on mine.

Oh and it was nice, so fucking nice. Soft lips, just the right amount of force, with big, strong hands. I felt like butter in this stranger's hold. As his head tilted, giving more passion than I could mentally handle, I could feel his facial hair scrape against my jaw and shivered under his hold.

Cheers rang out loudly around us but I didn't pull away even then, willing to let this go on as long as the man wished. Probably looked horrible but I didn't fucking care at that point.

“Hey! The fuck are you doing?!”

After what felt like hours, the man holding me close let me go, gently pulling back. My eyes fluttered open just to find beautiful brown eyes behind glasses staring back.

With a large, crooked grin, he inched back and said, “Sorry, I hope you're not offended. I couldn't stand to see a beautiful woman being ignored, much less on the kiss cam.”

Keith grabbed at my arm, but I waved him off with the same indifference he showed me, intent on this handsome stranger still within kissing distance.

“Not offended at all. I'm Y/N, and that was a hell of an introduction,” I replied, unable to stop grinning like a loser.

“Names Bim Trimmer, special introductions are kind of my thing.”

Keith tried again to get my attention so I quickly whipped around, snagging the drink out of the cup holder and pouring it into his lap. The anger on his face was obvious but I simply gave him the double bird.

“We're done, last straw buddy.”

“You're fucking kidding! I'm your ride, Y/N!”

Bim's hand rested atop my shoulder as he leaned in.

“I'd be more than glad to give you a ride. Sports aren't really my thing so I wouldn't mind leaving early. Mostly here because of a work gathering.”

Given the opportunity, I rose and snagged my purse off the ground. Bim offered his arm and I hooked mine around, sending a smug smirk towards my now-ex.

“After a kiss like that, I feel like I owe you dinner. Would you be okay with that?” Bim asked as we walked towards the exit.

He kindly opened the door and let my pass through first.

Biting my lip, I couldn't find any reason in my mind to disagree and nodded at him.

“That sounds wonderful.”

When he flashed me a brilliant smile, I suddenly realized the night wasn't a total waste of time.

[celestialmarkiplier]

non-reader inserts ive done

bim is sick but won’t tell anyone

just a nightmare (jack/anti) (graphic content)

[inkonapage]

Cuddle Away the Cold (Bim Trimmer X Reader)

(( @ordinarily-maddie  ‘Hey can I request a Bim Trimmer imagine? One where the reader is always cold bc it's winter and its freaking cold. Please and thank you 💜

Maybe more so romantic, but honestly write whatever is easier for you to write’

Here it is! I know it isn't exactly the longest thing in the world, in my mind Imagines are shorter than other X Reader requests but if you'd like it to be longer hun go ahead and let me know and I’ll get right on fixing it for you!))

Imagine Bim Trimmer being your partner. He knows that while you do love Winter you tend to get cold rather easily; being the sweetheart he is he decided to stop by and check up on his queen during a rather harsh day.

     Things had been taking a toll on you. While yes you did enjoy the hole Winter Wonderland thing you also hated how down right freezing things got in your part of the World. One minute it was just cool and nice as the Leaves changed their color, the next everything was dead and iced over as people hunkered down in their homes in their layers and layers of clothing. Winter was here and had made it very clear there would be no stop to its wrath anytime soon. The ground in every direction was blanketed in a thick White blanket of freezing cold it was nice for a while but now…now it was just pissing you off. Having braved the cold in your bundle of fluff to make the dreaded walk to the front door upon opening it you saw none other than Bim Trimmer with the biggest smile. As usual. Quickly letting him in and locking the cold outside once more you shuffled along the hard wood floor before flopping back down onto the couch. Curling up under your outer shell of blanket you looked up as your boyfriend undressed from his outer snow layer.

     “Goodness it’s getting worse out there!” Bim chuckled softly the cold affecting his tone as he made his way back over to you. Sitting next to you he pressed a gentle smooch to your cheek as he watched you huddle into the blanket attempting to steal away any warmth that you could. Oh you were so very adorable~. With a love sick smile he pulled you closer not expecting you to plop your head into his lap but there you were now curled up like a puppy looking for warmth.

     “I take it you’re in a cuddly mood the lovely?” Bim teased gaining a slight growl from you.

     “This is bullshit Bimmy! This is just…it’s to cold! It’s like Jack Frost decided that cold wasn’t enough so he just picked up all the snow in Antartica and plopped it down here!” You complained clearly not liking how the Weather was turning out this Winter.

     Chuckling as he ran his fingers through your hair knowing that always calmed you down he spoke gently, “Well theres not much I can do about that honestly lovely, I’m sorry. The only thing I can do is offer you cuddles, movies and Cocoa.” Bim cooed knowing that always seemed to cheer you up.

     Turning slightly to peer at him over the blankets edge your eyes narrowed slightly, “What kinda movies?” You asked curiously.

     “Well sense it’s cold outside I was thinking the old Claymation Christmas movies?” Bim offered with a knowing gaze.

     “Yes…this pleases the cocoon…” you nodded slowly before turning back to your original position ignoring the slight chuckle from above you.

     Nodding as he grabbed the Remote Bim soon went about tracking down and playing said movies glad that it pleased his cocoon girlfriend for the time being knowing that this would end up being a being watching of all of the classic Christmas movies…but he didn’t mind. As long as Bim had you by his side he would do just about anything; it was amazing how much braver he got when you were around.

     After many a movie and many laughs you two had somehow both ended up under the blanket holding each other as close as you could while watching what ever happened to be on the TV at the time. “Bim?” You asked gently as you smooshed your cheek against his.

     “Yer dear?” Bim asked nuzzling his cheek against yours in response.

     “What do you wanna do next?” You asked as your eyes slowly slid shut as the warmth began to take a toll on your mind and draw you closer and closer to sleep.

     “Well I think you’re tired and would like a nap.” Bim chuckled softly as he kissed your temple hearing only an incoherent mumble in response as you drifted off to sleep.